Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Very...emmm...unbelievable." Iger pursed his lips: "So you are a resident of hell? Are you also a devil?"

"No." The horse-faced boatman shook his head slightly: "Devils are very rare in hell. I am just a creature born in hell. I can be called a low-level devil, but the title of devil can only be given to the existence at the top of the pyramid in hell." All of them are eligible to own, with the exception of no doubt, all of them are your clansmen."

"There are more than a hundred like Iger?" Harry muttered unconsciously, "It must be scary in hell..."

"It's not terrible." The horse-faced punter shook his head: "Except for the enslaved sinful souls, the others are not as bad as you imagined. The devils have their own hobbies. There is no war, no chaos, everything All safe and sound."

"From what you said, it's not at all the same as the devil we understand." Harry smacked his lips: "What hobbies do devils have?"

"Banquets, dates, outings, gambling, dances..." the horse-faced boatman said carefully.

"Are you sure you're talking about the devil?" Iger was a little confused: "Shouldn't you be immersed in killing, or play games with human lives?"

"You like doing this kind of thing?" The punter put his hood back on and looked at Iger.

"...I don't like it..." Iger shook his head.

"Yeah, you don't like it, and other devils may not like it." The boatman muttered softly: "But the gambling of devils is still very annoying. They like to see people trembling after losing, and I want to get my hands on anything interesting I see..."

Iger: "..."

Harry glanced at Iger on the side, so it's Iger's nature?

"If you want to go to hell..." The boatman thought for a while and said, "If you are not familiar with the devil, don't make a contract with the devil easily, or exchange something, although the devil may not be natural It's evil, but it's by no means an easy existence."

"Is it really good to say that in front of me..." Iger's mouth twitched.

"Especially you, you must pay special attention." The punter looked at Iger and exhorted: "Hell is different from the human world. Because there are more magical creatures, the rules of the hell world are also stronger. If you cast a spell in hell, the power will be at least If you want to fight in half, even those evil dark wizards, many people can't even do simple spellcasting."

"I think... Iger's spellcasting level is quite impressive even if it is discounted by half..." Harry muttered softly.

"Is it really okay for you to reveal so much to us?" Iger looked at the punter awkwardly.

"I once received the favor of the devil, when I was about to die." The boatman paused: "He sent me to the underworld, so that I can survive. As a condition, I have to work here for three hundred years .”

"Thank goodness you didn't hate me..." Iger stuck out his tongue.

"This is the price and the rule, and I have no reason to hate it." The punter said in a low voice, "We're about to reach the shore, get ready, if you want to return to the human world..."

The boatman glanced at Harry: "Just don't take off that invisibility cloak."

"Absolutely not, is it?" Iger looked serious.

"You'd better take it off, it's not normal for the devil's soul to appear here..." said the punter.

Iger: "..."

"Your name hasn't been asked yet?" Harry asked, looking at the punter.

"My name is Alger." The punter said in a low voice.

"My name is Iger, and his name is Harry. Of course, you can also call him Haly..." Iger shrugged, "Nice to meet you."

Harry: "..."

"It's an honor." Alger bowed slightly.

The boat finally moored to the opposite bank, and the light spots of souls on the boat got off the boat one after another, scattered on the shore, and turned into ghosts with transparent luster in the distance, walking forward.

"What a strange sight." Iger took off his invisibility cloak, and looked at the ghosts in the distance in amazement.

He wasn't worried that Alger would lie to him, after all, normally speaking, it would be the most unreasonable thing for him to appear in the human world...

In contrast, the underworld should be considered half of his hometown, right?

"Look, Iger!" Harry suddenly shouted.

Iger heard the words and turned his head to look. The tumbling black river behind him had disappeared at some point. The river where the river used to flow had turned into an endless plain. Far above the sky, Iger vaguely saw a rushing black river. , a faint cloaked figure waved to the two of them.

"Why did he leave so quickly?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No, I think it's because of the span..." Iger squeezed his chin and thought: "When we were in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, we should still be at the border of the human world, and that river... should be the human world The passage to the underworld, the wall of sighs is the partition between the two worlds, it is not a wall in the true sense, but a law, an indestructible and insurmountable law."

"What else?" Harry looked at Iger eagerly.

The more Iger infers, the safer the journey between the two will be.

"And if there are no accidents... we must go back as soon as possible." Iger squinted at the watch on his wrist.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"There were about a few hundred souls on the boat just now..." Iger calculated: "But according to Alger, there are still many ferrymen like him here. According to the time we just felt, it will only take half a day at most time, but the number of souls is indeed too much, even if all the people who died in the whole of England in half a day came here..."

"It might not be possible to gather these hundreds of souls!" Harry immediately reacted: "You mean, the time here is different from that in the human world."

"I'm afraid that's not the case..." Iger nodded: "So we'd better move quickly."

"I see!" Harry nodded, quickly took out the compass from his pocket, and stretched out his finger to point in one direction.

Before the two could fly, Harry beside Iger suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Igger turned his head and asked with some doubts.

Harry stared blankly at the front, on the endless plain, two figures were standing there quietly.

It was a very young looking couple. The man's face was about 80% similar to Harry's, and the woman's face was carved out of the same mold as Harry's.

The man looked at Harry's figure in disbelief, and took two steps in the direction of the two: "Is that you, Harry?"

"What's going on here? You're still so young, how did you come here?" James' face was full of disbelief.

"Dad, Mom?" Harry swallowed, and suddenly became nervous: "Eh...I'm not dead yet, I'm here to see you."

Iger squeezed his chin in confusion: "Well, although it's a little presumptuous to disturb the moment when you get together, I still want to know why the two of you appear here by such a coincidence..."

Lily looked at Harry lovingly, and turned her head to look at Iger with a chuckle when she heard the words: "As you just said, there is no concept of time or space here, everyone is waiting here quietly When the person you are waiting for gets rid of his obsession, he will disappear."

"So you don't need to bother looking for it, as long as you come here, you will meet it naturally." James smiled lightly and looked at Harry in front of him, and reached out to stroke Harry's unruly hair: " It seems that only a moment has passed, and it seems that a long time has passed, you have grown so big, yes, like me."