Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger has always felt that he is a peaceful and peaceful person... as long as he has money, food, clothing, and someone to serve him, he never does anything. He is as quiet as an old man who is about to die.

In addition to going to the Forbidden Forest for a stroll in daily life, I just tease Koda and Crispy Rice, which is the way of living Buddha.

Iger felt very good about his mediocre life, but Hermione was quite critical of it.

Unknowingly, in a few years, Hermione has changed from a little hairball who didn't understand anything to a very independent little witch, and her attitude towards Iger has also unknowingly become tougher.

From obedience to accommodating at the beginning, and now asking Iger to go home for Christmas with righteous words, five springs and autumns have passed without knowing it.

"I'm serious, Mom and Dad will be sad if they know you don't go back." Hermione looked at Iger with some pleading: "Momoran's thing is good anytime, why must it be Christmas?"

At night, with the fire blazing in the fireplace, Hermione clung to Iger's arm, and she'd been rambling on for over an hour, ever since Iger told her she couldn't go home this Christmas.

"I have to master Moran..." Iger spread his hands helplessly.

"But we don't need to worry, right?" Hermione blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her heart felt hot when she looked at Iger.

"Emmm... a little anxious, Dumbledore wants me to help him do something during the holiday." Iger smiled awkwardly: "So I can only practice mastering silence during the Christmas holiday, and then the holiday at the end of the term needs to be done." Go out once."

"What's the matter?" Hermione's reaction was quick, and her attention instantly found the key point of the matter.

"Go...find a magical animal that looks like a snake, neither human nor ghost..." Iger thought about it carefully, and felt that there should be no problem with his wording.

What is Voldemort now? Precious beast?

Hermione grumbled reluctantly and stopped talking.

Not far away, Harry and Ron were laughing and playing explosive cards, and the sound of crackling could be heard endlessly, and Hermione inexplicably felt a little restless.

"If I were you, I would stay away now." Hermione looked at the two with an unkind expression.

The two were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, then silently picked up the cards and turned to leave, but no matter how they looked at their backs, there was a sense of resentment.

The charcoal fire in the fireplace was still crackling, and on the stone platform above the fireplace, a salamander was staring at the black toad not far away, thinking about something.

"I want to go with you." Hermione turned to look at Iger.

"No." Iger refused without thinking.

Are you kidding me, I am going to catch the Dark Lord, do you think I am bringing a child?

Flattening her mouth, Hermione looked at Iger with a concerned look, and didn't speak, she just stood there dryly, with her little feet on Iger's stomach little by little.

Iger sighed with a headache, not knowing what to say, the older Hermione was, the more Iger could feel the oppression from the little girl.

The strong girl in this story finally faded away from the previous anxiety, and slowly began to become aggressive and assertive.

Iger felt a little melancholy, reckoning that in two years, the relationship problem alone would be enough for him to drink a pot...

At the same time, I can't help but wonder if I was kicked in the head by a donkey before. Why are you so naive and want to accept both?

But Iger just thought about it, after such a long time of contact, if he just watched Hermione with others, he would be kicked in the head by a donkey...

I just strictly abide by monogamy, one wife, one wife, nothing wrong.

Even if there is a problem,

After Hermione graduated, I would spare no effort to push her to the position of Minister of Magic, and change the marriage law of the magic world...

Although it is difficult to implement in a place like England that pays attention to equality between men and women, how can a living person be suffocated to death by urine?

The little abacus in my heart was crackling, and the warm little feet on my stomach were still rubbing against each other.

Reluctantly pressing Hermione's mischievous little feet, Iger looked seriously into the girl's eyes: "I will solve it as soon as possible, at least if there is any danger, no one can stop me from running."

Hermione hummed reluctantly, and leaned quietly beside Iger.

Early in the morning on Christmas Eve, Iger sat up half asleep, mechanically picked up the milk on the side of the bed and drank it in one gulp, then hiccupped for a long time, and the rich milk fragrance rushed straight into his nostrils.

Putting on his clothes in a daze, Iger stretched lazily, looking at the bright room illuminated by the sun, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This is life!

Even in the magic world, real life is not as bloody and intriguing as described in the stories. Most people look forward to a quiet and peaceful life.

How can the time I have been in this world be described in more than one million words in the story in detail?

"Oh... Yoyo..." The pot in his arms stuck out his head with sleepy eyes, his slender little finger stuck tightly to Iger's clothes as if with barbs, his eyes the size of sesame seeds looked at Iger, his mouth was ambiguous He said hello to Iger.

"Good morning..." Iger stretched out his index finger and tapped Guoba's little head lightly.

In his arms, Koda sticks out his head with a cocoon-like thing in his arms, rubs his fleshy body against the bed, looks at Iger with his small shiny black eyes, and then stuffs something into his arms ghostly.

Iger casually picked up Keda's short legs and swung them towards the bed. Something like a cocoon fell into Iger's hand. The cocoon slowly opened, and a colorful butterfly-like animal lay on Iger's palm.

"If you don't want to be eaten by the Winged Demon, don't make trouble while it's sleeping." Iger rubbed the fleshy stomach of Koda Huhu, turned around and went downstairs.

In the common room, Fred and George got a Boggart from nowhere. Amidst the funny noises, the Boggart whirled around and occasionally flew to Neville's side. Snape's The old face will be distorted and flashed by.

"Flying around!" Iger flicked the wand in his hand, and Boggart flew into a cabinet not far away.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor, don't play this thing in the common room, don't you know Boggart's aggressiveness?" Iger was a little helpless.

Although the Boggart has simple spells to deal with it, it is still somewhat dangerous. The reason is that as long as it can conjure something, it has part of the ability of that thing. To be honest, Boggart is actually very powerful. dangerous.

There was a sound of moans and sighs, and Fred and George looked like they would never love again, which made Iger feel very tired.

"What do you think a Boggart would become if he met Snape?"

On the stairs behind him, Ron's voice sounded, and he and Harry were looking at the distant cabinet with some curiosity.

"Probably...a bucket of shampoo?" Harry said absent-mindedly, looking straight at the drawer containing Boggarts not far away.

But Iger still laughed very unkindly, thinking of Snape's face in front of the shampoo in his mind, Iger laughed louder, fell forward and backward on the sofa and twitched non-stop.

Then there was another burst of laughter, and Harry seemed to be amused by his own words. In Gryffindor, imagining Snape is always the most interesting thing.