Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

After the duel club ended that day, Iger returned to the dormitory exhausted.

To be honest, instructing the students to fight is not as easy as imagined. For example, Seamus and Neville, the duel between the two of them had to make Snape and Iger deploy all the protection and super armor on the side of the long platform Body protection, in case the students watching the battle encounter any accidents.

There is also a big Slytherin girl who gave up her wand and chose melee when she was fighting a Ravenclaw girl. When Iger separated them, the little Ravenclaw girl was almost dead...

Seeing that girl's figure was much taller and stronger than his own, Iger couldn't help wondering if he could beat her. Seeing her, her arms were almost as thick as his thighs.

"Could that guy be of giant blood like Hagrid?" Iger muttered, and then thought for a while with some doubts: "Maybe it's a giant monster?"

However, this also made Iger feel a little turmoil. Without a wand, it is difficult for most wizards to win against a Muggle who can fight. Wands don’t cast many spells, especially Voldemort, who kills people and even grabs other people’s wands. Although Iger doesn’t think everyone has to be as weird as himself, he can cast spells without a wand, but according to Voldemort’s situation, it’s not unavoidable. A little too low...

It's not that Iger is inflated, without a wand, a thing like Voldemort is no different from a little plague chicken in front of him, and he can easily pinch one with one hand.

Maybe I should learn martial arts? In the future, when fighting against the enemy, it may have an unexpected effect...

Iger was thinking about it, and he suddenly felt that this method seems to be very feasible!

Think about it, when the other party's spells had no effect on him, he took out two knives and opened Wushuang when he went up, what a shame!

Mage, you should play close combat...

After practicing all afternoon, Iger was in the fantasy of Kai Wushuang. Before he could conceive carefully, Kingsley came to Hogwarts with a very unwelcome thing.

Dementors...

Iger wrote to him to apply for a dementor from Azkaban to teach the students the Patronus spell...

When Iger brought a silver-white cat to the gate of the campus, the silver-white lynx beside Kingsley was watching a dementor.

"Thank you, Kingsley." Iger greeted Kingsley with a smile.

"You're welcome, I really hope you can be safe for two days." Kingsley spread his hands helplessly: "Be careful and careful, this thing is not safe at all."

"Does he have an IQ?" Iger blinked and looked at the dementor beside him.

"There are some, so this also allows them to always find a reason to hurt others." Kingsley said, looking at the dementor at the side with disgust. To be honest, Iger has never seen Kingsley hate others. , Kingsley's gentle character makes it difficult for others to see him when he is angry.

"Well, it's good if you can communicate!" Iger smiled, and the silver kitten next to him jumped up to the dementor and jumped on his head. Immediately afterwards, Iger stepped on the dementor's chest. At the neck, the tip of the stick spit out traces of fire, and under Iger's feet, the dementor looked terrible, and wanted to run away in fear.

"Please also trouble me to translate for him. If it dares to suck anyone's soul here, I will kill him, and then go to Azkaban to slaughter their entire group." Iger said with a smile, What he said made Kingsley feel hairy.

Kingsley said a few simple words to the dementor in a language as if a patient was panting, and the dementor immediately calmed down.

"What did you say?" Iger looked at Kingsley curiously.

"If you are not honest, you will die. The language of their group is very lacking..." Kingsley spread his hands helplessly: "Okay then,

You must be careful, Aishato, let me tell you, she loves you. "

"Tell her for me that I love her too." Iger waved his hand, grabbed the dementor by the neck and returned to school. The figure in the big black cloak was thrown back and forth by Iger, bumping into the road signs beside the road from time to time. Trembling and trembling.

Although the dementors are big, they are very light. Iger feels that his hands are only the weight of a skeleton.

In fact, there are many ways to cause damage to dementors, such as Fiendfire, Gryffindor's sword, or the fangs of the basilisk, not just a patron saint, but compared to other methods, the guardian God is clearly more suitable for most people to master.

The way of existence close to the soul makes the dementor have a natural fear of these horcrux nemesis. This dementor is shivering in Iger's hand, as quiet as a little plague chicken.

"Oh my god, Iger, what is that in your hand?" Professor McGonagall's panicked voice came, and Iger turned his head to look, and a black-haired lady with an old face was hurriedly walking over.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall." Iger looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile and said, "The dementor I got from the Ministry of Magic, I plan to use it to teach the students the Patronus Charm."

"This is too dangerous, Iger, take your hands away." Professor McGonagall pointed his wand at the dementor: "God, how did you touch it? A normal person will shatter if he touches the Patronus..."

"???"

Is that so? Iger was stunned when he heard the words, and then he let go of the dementor in a daze, and couldn't help scratching his head, why didn't he feel anything?

I can't feel the coldness and dead silence that others have passed on from mouth to mouth, as well as the emotion that can no longer be happy.

"Why don't I feel it?" Iger looked bewildered. This obviously abnormal state suddenly made him curious about his own life experience.

I am not normal!

At night, Iger lay on the bed and couldn't help thinking deeply. At this time, the unlucky dementor had been locked into a big box by Professor McGonagall, and was firmly locked by six or seven iron locks.

It's easy to understand Momoran's outburst. Although he has never been abused, it is not surprising that he has been in Momoran because of the long-term inadvertent magic power suppression. After all, his magic power under normal circumstances is indeed much higher than that of his peers.

Then there is the inexplicable learning ability, such as various languages, and the unique learning talent for books on branding magic, which can barely be attributed to the talent of blood.

But it's not normal to be able to play with a dementor as a sunny doll. If it wasn't for what Professor McGonagall just said, I wouldn't know that a dementor can't be touched...

Perhaps, I should take a look at the memory of the old lady Hull?

Iger didn't think about exploring his own life experience at first, because he didn't care, father and mother loved him in his previous life, and there was no need to add some sadness to himself to find the biological parents of this body. Iger feels that now This kind of situation is very good. I have friends, lovers, teachers, and so much money... I already have everything, so I never thought about it.

However, the various abnormal situations now make Iger feel a little unusual, not to find his parents, but to find out what kind of blood he is.

Thinking of this, Iger couldn't fall asleep anymore, and his deep curiosity raged in his heart. He immediately ran to the principal's office in his pajamas.

After pushing the door open, there was no one in the principal's room. Phineas was muttering something on the wall, as if complaining that Iger didn't sleep at night.

Holding a small bottle in his hand, Iger poured the memory of old Mrs. Hull into the Pensieve in the cabinet next to him, and then plunged into it.

The inexplicable weightlessness came, and Iger looked around. Although the surrounding light was very dim, and the wind and snow blowing from the sky made his vision blurred, he still accurately identified the location here.

This is the small courtyard of the orphanage...

There were a few faint dog barks in the distance, and a baby at the gate of the courtyard kept crying. Iger raised his eyebrows. This should be his cry...

Soon, the old Mrs. Hull hurried out of the room, opened the door and hugged Iger, and Iger followed curiously. The old lady Hull hugged the baby and coaxed it softly. A palm-sized five-pointed star appeared in Iger's vision.

Immediately, Iger quickly withdrew from the Pensieve, and the whole memory process was very short...

This is the end? Iger was at a loss for a while.

"It's no different from having no clues..." Iger sat on the stone steps in front of Dumbledore's desk with some toothache. On the shelf not far away, Fox opened his eyes and looked at Iger. At this time, Fox was gone. With that old look, his body is covered with tender newborn feathers, it seems that he passed Nirvana a few days ago...

There are not many clues that Iger can grasp now. On the one hand, it is the pure blood, which is what Kreacher said to himself, and the other is the resistance to dementors.

"It seems that you have something on your mind, Iger?" An old voice sounded, and Dumbledore appeared next to Iger at some point, his pajamas embroidered with house-elf patterns were very conspicuous.