Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Not long after the meal, a flock of owls flew into the auditorium with a clatter of noises. Among the flock of owls, there was a certain bohemian and freedom-loving laughter.

Unsurprisingly, after the Daily Prophet was published today, the news that the Minister of Magic wanted to do something wrong with his female subordinates and the two accidentally died caused an uproar in the entire magic world, and everyone was 'guessing' who did it .

It's just speculation, but in fact everyone knows it well...

A while ago, the Ministry of Magic was still promoting the news that Iger would never come back, and then reached out to Hogwarts within a few days...

Whose territory is Hogwarts?

Iger's place!

If you dig out all four founders from their graves, the title deed is also in Iger's name!

Then on the night Iger came back, the Minister of Magic died unexpectedly from excitement...

What's more, Umbridge can be regarded as a relatively famous witch, and many people know her. If she grows like that, if Fudge can do it, what kind of hunger and thirst will she be...

After reading the newspaper for a long time, Hermione sighed helplessly.

"Do you want me to transform into a succubus?" Hermione asked softly, turning to look at Iger.

"Yeah, isn't it good to stay young forever?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"Of course it's very good." Hermione nodded: "Then as soon as possible, I don't want to be the Minister of Magic..."

"Why? Isn't this your ideal? I've made room for you to speed things up." Iger looked at Hermione amusedly, not knowing what the other party was thinking.

"Forget it..." Hermione shook her head slightly: "A regime without power is absurd and ridiculous, I don't want to be such a minister..."

"Who said that if you became the minister, wouldn't the Ministry of Magic have power?" Iger looked at Hermione in surprise: "It's impossible for me to fight you."

"Still not..." Hermione smiled: "I have discovered from you that it doesn't matter what kind of political power it is. The right to speak in this world will always be in the hands of the group of people with capital in their hands. Controlling the Ministry of Magic is not what I want..."

"What's more..." Hermione sighed, "I think the main reason for being a minister is because of you..."

"Then forget it..." Iger shrugged: "In a few years, I will take you back to hell. At that time, I will establish a Ministry of Magic for you in hell, let alone the Ministry of Magic. Even if you build a country, no one will object..."

Harry and Ron gave the two of them a sour look, this love story...

Only Iger has the capital to say such things...

"By the way, Iger, you don't know yet, do you? I have become the prefect of Gryffindor."

On the way to the herbal medicine class greenhouse after dinner, Ron bought something from Iger with a proud face.

"Aha... that's great, I guessed it, Professor McGonagall must have counted one for each of the Weasleys..." Iger grinned.

"Whoever said that, Fred and George didn't." Ron hurriedly corrected Iger's words.

"That may be because there are not enough points, huh?" Iger shrugged: "Let me think about it, if there is no accident, the female prefect must be Hermione."

"You guessed right." Hermione laughed.

"Of course... the person who can become a prefect will definitely not be someone who likes to mess around like Harry and me.

"Iger spread his hands.

"Don't talk about this." Harry interrupted Iger, he looked at Iger curiously, it seemed that he should have come out of his grief: "Come and tell us, what's in hell?"

"Hell Leon..." Iger squeezed his chin and thought for a while: "There are eagles, griffins, and thestrals everywhere on the grassland... There are as many magical animals as there are wild beasts in the forest. By the way, I even raised them." A demon dragon, it will probably be hundreds of meters long when it grows up."

"Cool... Dude, you know what we want to ask more..." Ron smiled, and moved to Iger's side with a thief: "It doesn't matter about magical animals... how much Veela?"

"..." Iger: "I haven't seen it... But I have seen many creatures that are more beautiful than Veela..."

"What? Say it quickly!" Ron's eyes lit up immediately, and Iger felt that he might beg him to take him to hell if he couldn't say so...

"Succubus..." Iger said: "The vassal race of the devil family has extremely beautiful looks and a very good figure! It is a pity that they do not intermarry with races other than devils-of course, if they like you, it is also possible. "

"Hearing you say that, it seems difficult?" Ron swallowed.

"Of course, it seems that there has been no such thing since ancient times..." Iger smiled: "In hell, power is advocating, and order and rules do not exist there. With big fists, you have the confidence to speak."

"The middle class of hell is roughly divided into: the undead of wicked people, ordinary hell-born races and magical animals, some higher regional races-such as dragons, succubi, etc., and then the ruling class-the devil family."

Iger grinned: "Speaking of which, I'm still a rich second generation. My home covers an area of ​​more than one million square kilometers."

"This damn capitalism really makes me envious..." Ron muttered softly.

"There are more than a hundred succubus maids in my family..." Iger muttered to Ron in a low voice.

Ron's eyes lit up immediately: "Does your family still lack servants?"

Iger: "..."

You think beautifully!

"I'm more curious, what kind of people are uncles and aunts?" Hermione asked with a flushed face.

"Look at me~" Iger looked at Hermione with a smile.

"Huh?" Hermione tilted her head, looking cute.

"My face looks like my mother, and my personality looks like my father." Iger said, "My father's name is Mammon, and my mother's name is Froserbina."

"Oh! I've heard that name!" Ron yelled suddenly.

"Have you heard of it?" Iger looked at Ron curiously.

"Yeah, sometimes I complain about the situation at home. You know my family's conditions." Ron coughed slightly embarrassedly: "Then my mother will always teach me not to let greed take over my mind. A devil named Mammon will evoke people's original sin—greed, and then make people fall into it, and finally go to perdition."

"It's a bit exaggerated..." Iger laughed: "My father..."

In an instant, the image of Mammon sitting on a pure gold armchair holding a crystal cup appeared in Iger's mind...

"Well, you're right..." Iger's mouth twitched for a moment, and he said embarrassingly.

"But it doesn't arouse people's greed. It's true that my father likes to collect treasures... It's just that they were all given by residents of our family's territory or other devils." Iger thought for a while.

"I'm really envious of me..." Ron looked envious.

Hermione looked at Iger quite understandingly: "So you are genetic?"

Iger: "..."

"Actually, I don't think it's useful..." Iger shook his head: "I used to like treasures when I was short of money, but after I had more money, I felt that it was actually nothing..."

"Can you write down the Philosopher's Stone on your staff before talking to me..." Harry looked at the staff in Iger's hand with a strange expression: "My eyes hurt from the red light..."

Iger: "..."

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