Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

It's so strong that it doesn't look like a human being!

Wait a minute, this guy wasn't even human...

Iger can probably understand some of the reasons why people look surprised and terrified every time they see him cast a spell...

No one can stand this...

"Brother Chonghua, how old are you this year?" Iger swallowed, looked at Chonghua in surprise and asked.

"Three thousand four hundred and sixty-seven years old." Chonghua replied with a light smile.

Iger: "..."

In fact, knowing that I can live to be at least three thousand years old, Iger feels quite happy...

It's just that the magic is a bit exaggerated...

"This world was just barren at the beginning, and all creatures lived in chaos."

As if seeing what Iger was thinking, Chonghua explained with a smile: "Until the birth of the Demon Race, our ancestors changed the appearance of the world with every gesture. Compared with the ancestors who enlightened the world at will, we are worse It's far away."

"Okay..." Iger smacked his lips.

You are strong and you are justified, everything you say is justified...

"Now, do you want to visit your parents with me?" Chonghua looked at Iger and smiled.

Iger was taken aback when he heard the words, and lowered his head hesitantly, not knowing what to do for a while.

"What are you worried about?" Chonghua looked at Iger with a smile.

"It's strange... I haven't seen them before, and I suddenly said that I want to meet them..."

Iger felt a little guilty.

I have never experienced this battle...

"It's okay, you can think about it slowly, anyway, our past is just a matter of a moment..." Chonghua shrugged indifferently.

Iger twitched at the corner of his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Even on Earth where magic is not restricted,

It takes at least half an hour for me to flash from the east to the west...

This guy can cross the world in an instant when his magic power is reduced by half?

What kind of race is this?

Iger suddenly had a sense of loss that he thought he was awesome, but only found out that he was a scum after comparing with others...

"Why don't I go back to the human world and take a look... I'll see these things later..."

Before the words fell, Iger saw Chonghua wave his hand casually, and the two appeared in a resplendent palace.

Iger: "..."

Looking around at the surrounding scene, there are antique Chinese-style buildings, and lanterns hanging on the surrounding walls with dim light.

This is a large hall. Below the hall, two rows of strange creatures of different shapes stand quietly beside the red lacquered pillars on both sides, as if waiting for someone's call.

Iger was a little dazed: "Here is..."

"One of my palaces." Chonghua said nonchalantly, and sat down on the luxurious golden soft couch in the middle of the main hall. He leaned lazily on the couch: "Have you thought about it?"

After the words were finished, two delicate maids hurried up from below, holding plates full of fruits in their hands and serving Chonghua.

"I haven't thought about it yet..." Iger smacked his lips.

It's so enviable...

...

"You mean...Iger didn't come back from there with you, did you?"

In Hogwarts headmaster's room, Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at Harry.

"Yes, Professor... I don't remember what happened, but Iger did not come out with me." Harry said, looking at Dumbledore eagerly.

"Ah... don't worry, kid..." Dumbledore said softly, unhurriedly: "First of all, we can rule out that he died there..."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because I really can't think of anything else that could threaten his life..." Dumbledore said, and paused: "Except for women..."

Harry: "..."

He suddenly wasn't so worried about Iger's safety...

At least from the point of view that Dumbledore is still in the mood to joke, Iger's situation should not be much worse...

"But what are we going to do with the professor now? He's stuck there." Harry still looked worried.

"The trouble I have to face now is not Iger, Harry..." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly: "What I need to do now is to prevent some people from making wrong choices at the wrong time, listen to me, Harry, I can't put my mind on Iger at all right now."

"But... shall we just do nothing?" Harry looked at Dumbledore hesitantly.

"Are you better than him, Harry?" Dumbledore looked at Harry cheerfully.

"No…" Harry pouted.

"Yeah, so what else can you do?" Dumbledore blinked like an old urchin: "Pray for him."

Harry: "..."

Who to pray to? Merlin? Or Jesus?

As soon as he left the door of the principal's room, Harry suddenly remembered something and turned to look into the principal's room: "By the way, Professor, Hermione's side..."

Boom!

Before the words were finished, the door of the principal's office closed with a bang, and Harry touched the ashes on his nose...

"I'm going to die, I'm really going to die..." Harry left in a daze.

...

"What did you say?!!"

Sure enough, at Granger's house, with the arrival of Harry, the joyful atmosphere brought by the beginning of school was suddenly dissipated by the news of Iger's disappearance. Li's collar: "Is he in the world of the dead now?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure..."

Harry looked bitter and anxious.

Aisha leaned on the sofa with dim eyes, holding her head in her hands, trying not to let herself feel the dizziness in her head.

"I'm going!"

The little girl was about to leave without saying a word.

"No, no, no." Harry hurried forward to stop He Min who seemed about to go into a runaway: "Iger is fine, I swear on my life!"

After thinking about it, Harry seemed to think that the oath was not that important.

"I swear on my sex!" Harry added...

"Professor Dumbledore didn't look very surprised when I talked about him with Dumbledore just now, so Iger should be fine now!" Harry opened his hands and stopped Granger's house like an eagle catching a chicken. The door: "But if you go, Iger will go crazy if he comes back."

"Then why are we just waiting? Do nothing?" Hermione yelled angrily with reddened eyes.

"Wait a minute, what Professor Dumbledore means is that now with Iger's disappearance, some people may not be so peaceful." Harry said dryly: "So we might as well put the target somewhere else for the time being."

"Like...?" Hermione looked at Harry suspiciously.

"For example, Miss Elsa Smith will no longer be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

An untimely voice sounded, and an old toad in a pink dress appeared at some point in the yard not far behind Harry.

Umbridge looked at several people with excitement in his eyes, and he did not hide the malice from those small eyes.

"Who told you to come here?" Elsa gave Umbridge a cold look.

"I'm deeply sorry about Mr. Morrissey, children." Umbridge grinned, and let out a strange laugh: "But I'm here to inform you, Miss Smith, Hogwarts next term Our Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be taken over by our Ministry of Magic, and I - will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts next year."