Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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The deep and deep bell sounded from a distance, and Iger rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed.

After looking at the unfamiliar living rooms around him, Iger remembered that he was still in Aisha's house more than ten years ago.

After coaxing the little girl to sleep last night, Iger found a bedroom and went to sleep. Maybe it was because the depressing things had passed, or maybe it was because Christmas was coming. Iger slept very comfortably this time. Sweep away the low mood of the past few days.

There was a knock on the door, the door was gently pushed open, and a small head poked its head out from behind the door.

"Good morning." Iger grinned, the warm winter sun shone on Iger's face through the window, and little Aisha was dazzled by her handsome face.

"Good morning, brother wizard." Aisha looked at Iger with a red face and smiled: "Merry Christmas."

Iger looked at Aisha with a smile: "You are happy too."

The little girl looked at Iger, tiptoed to the bedside, and then lay on the bedside with her chin in her hands: "Brother Wizard, Aisha fried eggs for you."

Iger: "..."

Recalling the scorched fried eggs last night, Iger's stomach was churning, and then he smiled reluctantly. Iger stretched out his hand and gently touched Aisha's head: "Brother, there are many delicious pastries here. Do you want to eat?"

"Okay." The little girl really didn't have the slightest resistance to pastries.

A few minutes later, the two were sitting in the room eating breakfast when there was a knock on the door.

Signaling Aisha to sit down honestly, Iger squinted his eyes looking in the direction of the door, stood up slowly and walked to the door, looking into the cat's eyes, there were two strange men in long robes standing outside the door.

Putting on the hood to cover his face, Iger opened the door and looked at the two men outside.

"Who... are you looking for?"

Iger's voice was flat.

The two men looked at Iger and suddenly became a little wary, and subconsciously pressed the pocket with the wand on their bodies.

"Hello,

Sir, it looks like you are a wizard? "The man holding his head looked at Iger vigilantly: "But as far as we know, the owner of this house seems to be a Muggle couple..."

"They're dead." Iger said softly.

The eyes of the two suddenly became serious: "We received news that there were werewolves haunting here last night."

"He's dead too." Iger's voice was indifferent: "Is there any problem?"

The two men froze for a moment, seeming a little surprised at Iger's straightforwardness: "So... who are you?"

"Reger Jackson." Iger replied casually.

"May I ask why you are here?" the man asked after him.

"The couple left behind a girl who is talented in magic. I will take care of it for a few days." Iger waved his hand impatiently.

"But sir... In this case, we should contact the child's relatives as soon as possible." The man didn't seem to buy Iger's account, and he opened his mouth to refute Iger's words.

Iger pouted: "No need."

Are relatives reliable? look at harry...

If this raises Aisha but treats her badly, should he kill him or not?

What's more, there are so many perverts in the UK, it is really inconvenient for a little girl to be adopted, let alone an orphanage.

"Sorry, sir, this doesn't seem to be something you can decide. We need to consult with that child." The man drew out his wand warily, intending to act if there was any disagreement.

Iger looked at the two of them with a sneer and didn't move for a moment, then a huge repulsive force radiated out from Iger as the center, and the two of them were suddenly lifted into the air by the inexplicable force, and they were thrown upside down to the flower garden in the yard inside.

"If you have any problems, go to Dumbledore to solve them. Don't be an eyesore to me. If you don't get lost, I will kill you." Iger glanced at the two people who fell to the ground in a panic, turned around and closed the door with a bang.

The two looked at each other, then turned and left unwillingly.

"Bah..." Iger sat back at the dining table with a look of disdain: "The werewolf came last night, and the Aurors didn't come until almost noon the next day. This is more efficient than..."

Saying that, Iger shut his mouth immediately and stopped speaking.

(My strong desire to survive...)

"Who are they?" Aisha blinked and looked at Iger and asked.

Iger sighed faintly: "Uncle policeman in the magic world, Aisha, do you want to move to a relative's house?"

"No." Aisha shook her head quickly: "Brother Wizard doesn't want Aisha anymore?"

"I want it." Iger hurriedly coaxed the little girl: "But my brother has something to do, and he will leave after a while."

Aisha's eyes suddenly dimmed: "Can't Brother Wizard stay..."

"We will meet in the future. It won't be long. After you arrive at Hogwarts and before you graduate, we will definitely meet again." Iger chuckled and coaxed Loli Aisha in front of him.

Aisha nodded, and lowered her head in frustration: "When will brother leave?"

"It will take a while." Iger smiled, and casually diverted Aisha's attention: "Want to see the magical world?"

"Yeah." Aisha nodded obediently.

"Then eat quickly, after eating, I will take you to play."

As soon as she heard that she was going to play, the little girl immediately ate quickly, and wiped out two large plates of pastries neatly, then put on her coat and followed Iger out the door.

As soon as he got out of the gate, Iger took out his staff from his arms and pointed at the small house behind him. An inexplicable fluctuation suddenly spread around Iger.

"Aisha?" Iger turned to look at Aisha.

"What's wrong, brother?" Aisha stared curiously at the golden staff in Iger's hand.

"No matter in the future, don't tell others the location of your home." Iger rubbed Aisha's little head: "Except for a stinky old man named Albus Dumbledore, no matter how others ask you, Don't answer either."

"Okay." Aisha nodded obediently.

"Aren't you curious why?" Iger looked at Aisha cheerfully.

"I listen to Brother Wizard." Aisha looked at Iger with a smile.

The corners of Iger's mouth curled up, and he gently rubbed Aisha's little head.

Take this opportunity to knead a few more times, and when you go back, you won't be able to knead it anymore...

Iger didn't apparate with the little girl, he was worried that Aisha might not be able to bear the taste of apparating, so Iger took a rare bus...

All the way to the door of the Leaky Cauldron, Iger took little Aisha through the noisy bar and came to Diagon Alley.

It was also the first time to come to Diagon Alley, Aisha and Hermione had the same reaction at the beginning, the little girl's face was full of curiosity and happiness, she asked questions around Iger coquettishly, and pointed around.

Iger explained the surrounding shops and some weird magic gadgets one by one, and took Aisha all the way to Ollivander's wand shop.

"Ollivander, has been making excellent wands since 382 BC..." Aisha murmured the words on the faded lacquer in a low voice.

"Don't look at his broken house, more than 98% of the wizards in the UK buy their wands from this wand shop." Iger smiled softly, and walked into the shop with Aisha.

There was a clanging sound, and there was a sound behind the shelf, and Ollivander with a mess of hair came out from behind the shelf.

"It's so strange... It's rare to see a little wizard who comes to buy a wand at this time..." Ollivander looked at Aisha in amazement: "If there is no accident, this child will not be ready for school in about half a year..."

"I brought her to buy a wand." Iger's voice was flat, his face hidden under the hood.

"Ah, of course, why not..." Ollivander muttered cheerfully, and turned around to pick and choose from the shelves.

"Wait a minute..." Iger called out to Ollivander.

"Anything else, sir?" Ollivander looked at Iger in surprise.

"I have a kind of core here, maybe it should be suitable for her." Iger said softly.

"Oh... child, from your voice, you don't seem to be very old." Ollivander looked at Iger helplessly: "You know, since I took over this store, we are not happy. I provided the set of stick cores myself, you know, every year my father's guests even brought the beards of the cat and raccoon at home..."

"The core material of the stick is very rare, and its magic power is stronger than that of a dragon." Iger's voice was flat.

"Please let me know."

Ollivander is also a badass...