Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The so-called popular right and wrong is probably talking about Iger's current situation. For a week, news about Iger can be seen basically every day in the Daily Prophet throughout England.

Whether it is true news or false news, after reading the newspaper every day, some people will send letters, some insulting him, some admiring him.

"Look at this!" Hermione slammed this morning's newspaper onto the dining table with a flushed face, and read the above article in a strange way: "In this Muggle family, Iger met a little girl from a Muggle family. Min Granger. This is a little witch who is naturally good at playing with men's psychology. I don't know if there is a reason for Iger to grow up like this..."

"She described you as sexy, baby..." Chris looked at a Muggle newspaper and looked at his daughter with a smile: "It means that our Hermione has become mature, doesn't it?"

"That bastard woman!" Hermione screamed angrily, and ran back to the room.

At the dining table, Iger laughed out loud, and the Grangers also laughed.

"I think you can find a way, Iger." Mrs. Granger looked at Iger and said, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be so in a hurry with your personality."

"That's right." Iger grinned: "I think she may be sure that I won't do anything to her, so she is so presumptuous..."

As he spoke, Iger glanced at a small beetle lying outside the window, and casually took a sip from his teacup. A few minutes later, the Grangers left home to go to work. Iger rested his chin and said casually: "Kaka, grab it!"

"Yes, Master Iger!" Kaka looked excited, and instantly appeared next to the little beetle on the window, grabbed the little beetle on the window, and at the same time cast a spell on the little beetle.

Looking at the little beetle that Kaka put on the dining table, the corner of Iger's mouth slightly raised: "I think this is not the first time we have met, Ms. Skeeter."

As he said that, Iger moved his head and pinched the little beetle in front of him to look at it. There was indeed a circle of glasses lines around the beetle's eyes. Iger casually threw the little beetle on the table: "You are in our house these few days It’s very busy hanging out of the window, playing Animagus in front of a wizard who is so much stronger than you, you really don’t know how to write dead words..."

As he spoke, Iger waved his hand, and the little beetle slowly landed on the ground and turned into a woman. Rita looked at Iger in horror: "How did you find out?"

"It's rare to find such a well-behaved beetle lying on the window without moving..." The corner of Iger's mouth slightly raised: "You said, did I kill you, or what? I think you should know, Greyback How did he die..."

"No, you can't do that!" Rita screamed, terrified.

"But since you said that I might become the third generation Dark Lord, what do you think the Dark Lord will do to those who dare to comment on the Dark Lord?" Iger casually fiddled with his wand: "Trust me, my darling The Vada Kedavra is so fast, you won't even feel the slightest pain..."

As he said that, Iger pointed his wand at Rita, and Rita screamed immediately.

On the stairs, Hermione heard a voice running over in a hurry: "What's going on, this is... Rita Skeeter!"

Hermione gritted her teeth and looked at the woman who had cast a binding spell on the ground, and then pressed Iger's arm with some concern: "Iger, you can't kill her, I know she's annoying, but she hasn't reached the point of being damned..."

"No, no, it's up to the Dark Lord to decide whether to die or not." Iger blinked at Hermione cryptically, and Hermione stopped talking immediately.

"Please, don't kill me..." Rita looked at Iger with tears in her eyes: "I don't dare anymore, forgive me, I can be your cow and horse..."

"Kaka is the only one who can work for Master Iger!" Kaka screamed excitedly when she heard the words: "You stinky woman can't take Kaka's place!"

Iger was speechless for a moment.

What a fucking show...

"You are an Animagus..." Iger's voice was cold: "Illegal Animagus..."

Iger stood up quietly, and then squatted next to Rita, with the tip of his stick lightly touching Rita's chin: "Maybe I should give you an Imperius Curse, and then let you go to Azkaban with peace of mind." No, no, no... Azkaban can't lock the Animagus, so I should kill it..."

Iger said lightly, and Rita immediately screamed again. Iger just blocked his tongue and locked his throat. After a long time, seeing the woman in front of him calm down, Iger looked at Rita with a smile: "So close! How does death feel?"

As he said that, Iger removed Rita's tongue-and-throat lock. Rita's head was covered with cold sweat, and she looked at Iger in horror: "Please, let me go..."

"If I let you go, what will you give me in return, huh?" Iger sneered: "But I will indeed let you go, you still have some uses, at least many people are reading what you wrote with that quill pen, you ...do you understand what I mean?"

Rita nodded frantically, Iger was no longer so aggressive, and then looked at Rita, Iger still warned: "I can kill Greyback, I can kill Quirrell, I can also kill you , don’t come to harass me again, remember to set up some positive image for me, understand?”

Rita nodded again, and Iger sneered, and the wand touched Rita's arm, and a Dandantang mark suddenly appeared on Rita's arm: "This thing has the same function as the Dark Mark, it is my mark , there is no place in the whole of England that I can't Apparate to, so don't try to play tricks on me, understand?"

Rita whimpered and nodded, and Iger waved his wand: "Get lost!"

Sensing the disappearance of the binding spell on her body, Rita suddenly turned into a little beetle and rushed out of the window frantically.

"Now that stinky woman doesn't dare to write nonsense anymore!" Hermione immediately relieved her anger and looked at the direction where Rita was escaping.

Sure enough, the next day, all the newspapers were full of Iger's positive image, describing Iger as a good student with five lectures and four beauties. Not only the Daily Prophet, but even some little-known small newspapers had Rita The positive report about Iger seems to be frightened crazy...

But it was precisely because of Rita Skeeter's bombing that Iger's reputation in the magic world exploded.

Someone wrote to say that regardless of whether Iger is the Dark Lord or the White Wizard, they are willing to follow him. Hermione clicked her tongue when she saw it.

There were also quite a few letters of confession sent by girls, but Hermione threw them into the burning fireplace with a blank expression, which made Iger regret for a while.

But now Iger is not too sad about those things, and now there are other things that attract his attention.

Several books that Newt gave him recorded several very ancient languages ​​that spoke to animals, including bird language, feline animal language, canine animal language, and what surprised Iger most was hoofed animal language , can communicate with all animals that have hooves, with two exceptions.

One is a centaur, well, Iger thinks a centaur should be considered a half-human, and the other is a pig...

When it comes to pigs, Iger vaguely remembered that wizards generally don't like pigs, because pigs are highly resistant to magic, so wizards think this kind of creature is very annoying, Iger couldn't help being a little funny, Does this count as finding a little easter egg?

Now Iger's greatest pleasure is to lie on the window and listen to the whispering of some birds, and listen to their chirping. Worried about Iger's mental state...

It was only at this time that Iger discovered that there is nothing unusual about Parseltongue... The world is too big, and there are too many weird languages.

Iger can now talk to Buckbeak, unicorns, Lark, and even cats and dogs. Although Animagus could transform into a cat before, even if he has In the form of a cat, Iger couldn't figure out what the cats were talking about before, but now, he can completely disguise himself as a cat...

After removing these weird languages, Iger also discovered several interesting magics.

One is ancient magic about casting spells without a stick. It is a fire control spell in ancient Africa. In ancient times, it was controlled by priestesses of some tribes. It can control all kinds of flames. Even Fiendfire will be obedient, but unfortunately The thing is this magic is a dance...

Although it is not so enchanting, Iger always feels a little embarrassed to dance. Most of the whole dance is the movements of the arms and fingers combined with vigorous stomping, which is a bit like tap dancing...

Iger guessed maliciously, maybe the founder who invented this dance may have accidentally stepped on the fire, so he invented such a dancing magic that looks hot...

Although Iger felt embarrassed to dance this dance, Hermione kept saying that Iger danced so handsomely, and always wanted to encourage Iger to dance a few more times...

There is also a kind of wish magic, you only need to offer some simple small sacrifices, you can change the weather in a small area tomorrow, but if you sacrifice a human life, then you can immediately call down from the sky A bolide falling on the target position is a very changeable and highly flexible magic.

Then there are some very unorthodox witchcraft, which Newt got from Southeast Asia. It is similar to the black magic here in England. It is said that black magic and curses are very prevalent there. Iger has learned a very simple one now. A small curse that only needs one hair from the other party.

Tie the villain!

But there is no such exaggeration that if a needle is stuck in the heart, the other party will die, but if it is stuck in the other party's body, the other party may have a seizure, or accidentally fall down, or put a few small pieces on the villain's body. Stone, the other party will catch a cold and have a fever, and the whole body will be weak. It is very interesting. It is said that the wizards there use it to trick friends. It is very simple to break this curse. You only need to take a hot bath or Wash your hair, and the hair wrapped around the villain will turn to ashes.

Iger couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional, Mr. Newt was indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp when he was young...

Iger has been obsessed with these strange magics for a whole month, which also made him clearly realize a problem... The magic world is huge, and there are countless weird magics. Iger feels that what he has learned now is just the tip of the iceberg At the same time, I couldn't help but feel sad about Voldemort...

I used to despise him, and now I despise him even more...

Of course, Iger will not naively think that he has the capital to fight against him now, but Iger also thinks that when Voldemort is really resurrected, he may be the same for him...

As one month passed, soon, the notice of the new school year flew to thousands of households with a large group of owls, and Iger and Hermione also received the notice that they needed to buy books for the new school year.

Early in the morning, Iger drank milk in a daze, while Hermione looked at the new school year book list and her face turned red.

Iger looked puzzled at Hermione's look, and then picked up the book list to read, his face darkened suddenly, and a row of Gilderoy Lockhart came into view, and Iger was sad for a while.

How did you forget about this thing?

"Don't make fun of it over there..." Iger curled his lips a little jealously: "That guy is a thief who steals other people's achievements, and the only magic spell he is good at is forgetting everything. Kill him easily."

"How is it possible?!" Hermione said in disbelief, "I've read his books, and everything he wrote is clearly based on reason."

"That's because he would deliberately ask the wizard who did those things, and after asking clearly, he would send it to the other party and forget it." Iger was a little helpless.

"But if he's really useless, why would Professor Dumbledore hire him as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione retorted.

Iger spread his hands: "It's not that he was hired, but because he was the only applicant. Everyone felt that the position was unlucky. As far as I know, Quirrell has been working for the longest time..."

"How could this be..." Hermione said sadly: "So, Professor Dumbledore already knew about it?"

"My God, Quirrell can't hide from Dumbledore's eyes with the help of Voldemort. Do you think Dumbledore won't be able to see a liar for fame?" Iger sneered, drank the milk in the glass, and then licked it. Baibai's lips: "Forgive Lao Deng...he really has no other choice..."

There was another cry of an owl, and Iger could hear the owl's words: I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted...

Then I saw a dark gray flat-faced owl hit the glass with a 'bang'.

"Erol..." Iger ran to the window with some worry, and reached out to pick up the round-faced fat chicken: "I'm really afraid that Ron will exhaust it to death, or give him an owl for Halloween this year... "

"It seems that Ron received the letter a day earlier than us." Hermione opened the letter and took a look: "He asked when we will go to Diagon Alley?"

"Anytime." Iger waved his hand, and a line of words appeared behind the letter: "Luck?"

Luke suddenly flew in from the window: "Where are you going?"

That's what Luke said, and Iger sounds the same way, but in Hermione's ears, Luke's voice is a cold sneer...

"The Weasley family..." Iger pointed at Errol: "Please escort him back by the way, um... so that it doesn't die on the way..."