Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Then now..." Iger muttered softly, took out an old notebook from his arms, took out another basilisk fang, and stabbed it down with a puff, a foul-smelling smell suddenly sputtered out of the notebook. Black ink.

At the same time, Voldemort's body, lying on the floor, twitched strangely.

Iger swept away Voldemort's weird and disgusting look, and lightly tapped his wand on Voldemort's body: "Avada...Death."

A flash of green light flashed, and no one in the principal's office stopped Iger's actions.

"So now, I think... he should be completely dead..." Iger thought for a while and said.

Probably...maybe...should be so.

Dumbledore looked at the corpse lying on the ground with mixed eyes, slowly stood up, walked to the corpse and squatted down. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Iger: "I think... yes."

"Not bad." Iger nodded, a red flame flashed through his hand, and Voldemort's body disappeared without a trace in the flames with a bang.

"Aren't you worried that he's not completely dead?" Snape glanced at Iger, his voice calm.

"It doesn't matter." Iger shrugged indifferently: "I cared about him before because part of his soul was in Harry, but now that I don't have this concern, I don't have to spoil him."

Get used to him?

hello big breath...

"Wait, Iger, what's going on?" Harry finally realized what happened: "He just cast a death curse on me?"

"Ah, that's right, how do you feel? You must know that not everyone can experience Avada Kedavra twice in a lifetime. This is an achievement that is difficult for others to achieve, and it was performed by Voldemort himself." Iger He turned to look at Harry with a smile.

"Is that Voldemort? Wait a minute, let me touch it... that is to say... he's dead?" Harry looked at Iger in a daze.

The news came so suddenly that he couldn't believe it.

"If there are no accidents, then he should be dead." Iger shrugged: "It's dead, his previous state is no longer enough to support him to split his soul, so I think he should be dead. "

"But whatever,

I also need to make sure that there are no hidden dangers in your body now. "Speaking, Iger pressed his finger on the scar on Harry's forehead and wiped it hard.

"Ah! Hiss..."

There was a sound of gasping for air, and Harry struggled to avoid Iger's fingers, and a stream of red blood flowed down Harry's forehead.

"What are you doing, Iger?" Harry looked at Iger angrily.

"Don't panic, let me have a look." Saying that, Iger stretched out his hand to grab Harry. Harry's body floated towards Iger in mid-air strangely. Under Harry's panicked eyes, Iger stretched out his hand again. A finger pressed it up.

A reassuring warm current flowed from his forehead to his body, and Harry let out a long breath of relief. The instant relief on his forehead almost made him fall asleep.

"What happened?" Harry looked at Iger expectantly, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Here~" Emily took out a cosmetic box and put it in front of Harry. Harry thought about looking in the mirror, and then he opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Oh my God, Iger..."

"How is it? Isn't it a surprise?" Iger smiled cheerfully: "I erased the part of Voldemort's soul left in your body and the previous magic mark, so the scar on your forehead also disappeared. .”

"This is really great." Dumbledore looked at Harry's smooth forehead in amazement, and turned to look at Iger: "To be honest, Iger, I have had hemorrhoids for a while, you know, older people I can't bear to go to the doctor all the time..."

Iger: "..."

so?

Let Grindelwald scratch you?

How about licking?

"This is really good!" Harry's eyes were full of joy: "Sorry Professor, I didn't mean your hemorrhoids... I mean... I'm tired of people looking at my forehead stupidly everywhere I go! "

"It's not necessarily a good thing." Iger shrugged: "Without the scars, people can only look at your face, maybe they will be disappointed."

Harry: "..."

Is he burying me?

yes?

"Now that the most important thing has been resolved, then..." Iger looked at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald spread his hands and smiled chicly: "I hope to use the little time left to go around and see what the real world is like, even if it is... Put an end to my not-so-right path in the past.”

After all, Grindelwald was unwilling to admit that he was wrong after all.

Maybe I'm not doing it right, but I'm sure I'm not doing it wrong either! This is what he really thinks in his heart.

"It's up to you." Iger shrugged: "I'm going back to the tower to attend the banquet of the Tournament, does anyone want to join me?"

"Wait for me..." Harry hurriedly followed Iger's footsteps.

On the way to the tower, Harry looked at Iger and Emily suspiciously: "Why did you ask Voldemort to give me a death curse just now?"

"In short, when he killed your parents and blew himself up more than ten years ago, part of his soul attached to you when his soul was scattered." Iger explained as simply as possible: "We I can't help you get that remnant soul out, if you want to ensure that you don't hurt yourself, if you want to take that remnant soul from you, you can only let Voldemort kill you himself."

"And because of the protective spell your mother bestowed on you, Voldemort cannot harm you. No matter what methods he uses, all his attacks will only be reflected back on himself."

"But I used your blood in his resurrection ceremony, which means that he will also be protected by your mother's curse, so he will no longer die because he wants to kill you." Iger spread his hands: "Probably so."

"Aren't you afraid that I'm really dead?" Harry was a little scared when he heard that.

"It's not very likely." Iger shook his head: "You have to know, he used your blood as the resurrection material, and your blood has your mother's protection, which means that as long as you don't die, he won't die." die; or as long as he doesn't die, you won't die either."

Iger laughed: "So if he releases the death curse on you, the two of you should die together logically. Of course, you may survive at the same time. The probability is about half and half. If you die, he will follow you." Die together, if he lives, he must drag you to live together."

Harry opened his mouth blankly: "Then why..."

"You have to know that I just talked about Horcruxes, right?" Iger interrupted Harry.

"That's a way to split the soul by killing people. If the split soul is not destroyed, he will not die, and you are also a Horcrux he created unintentionally. So I kept one of his The Horcrux comes to hang his life, so the chance of him surviving is 100%, and the connection between the two of you will also drag you to survive together, but the killing curse will definitely take away a target, then This target naturally chooses the remnant soul that is attached to you but is not you, belongs to Voldemort but is separated from each other."

"And in the end, after getting rid of the remnant soul on your body, I destroyed his last Horcrux and killed him."

"So...do you understand?" Iger looked at Harry seriously.

Harry nodded half-understanding: "Probably..."

"Then now, you only need to remember two things." Iger held up two fingers and said solemnly: "First, the cherry wine for tonight's banquet is a treasure that Tom's Bar has collected for three years; second, We won't be able to drink later in the evening."

Harry: "..."