Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

"Thank you for your hard work, Alastor." Dumbledore looked at Moody and nodded.

Dumbledore wasn't being polite, he really thought it was hard to work with Egg.

"So, you caught him" Dumbledore looked at Egg happily.

Reaching out and taking out a lantern, Egger knocked on the lantern and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore took the lantern and looked at it carefully. Moody and Lupine did not stay in the room for too long. They said hello to Dumbledore and left. Both of them are smart people, and smart people know some things. He can always erase his curiosity in time.

Looking at the lantern in front of him with a calm face, it took a long time before Dumbledore slowly said, "We meet again, Tom."

"Gone old" Voldemort looks terrible

"How could I have such a miserable descendant of such a useless guy? Look at this man who is neither a human nor a ghost." On the wall, Slytherin looked at the soul-gathering lamp on the table where Voldemort was imprisoned with disgust.

"Who are you?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes and looked at Slytherin.

"Salazar Slytherin" Slytherin sneered, "You can call me ancestor"

Voldemort ""

are you kidding

Are you kidding?

Egg on the side almost stopped laughing when he heard the conversation between the two. Voldemort, who had always respected his own blood, was disliked by his ancestors. He didn't know what Voldemort would think.

"You are just a portrait." Voldemort still looks that arrogant after all. "Even if you are resurrected in front of me, I will not be afraid at all, because I have obtained eternal life that even you cannot have."

"A Horcrux?" Slytherin glanced at Voldemort sarcastically. "The thing Herbo made is so good, then why doesn't he try it himself? I thought you were the only one who knew about this thing. Thousands of years ago, outstanding wizards were everywhere, but you were the only one." Such a fool chose this path.”

In the soul gathering lamp, Voldemort was silent.

Egg felt that if he could see his face, then his face must be ugly at this time.

In fact, Voldemort was really in a bad mood. Before in Albania, he had vaguely guessed Egg's purpose of catching him. Sure enough, the secret of his Horcrux was discovered.

Dumbledore was also thinking carefully about the prophecy about Trelawney, wondering whether that prophecy still existed.

Destiny is a very mysterious thing. Sometimes it may be completely changed just because a butterfly flaps its wings, let alone an iron rod like Egg that gets stuck in the gear of fate.

Egger doesn't know how Dumbledore will deal with Voldemort, but what is certain is that Voldemort will basically stop thinking about jumping around in the future.

Now that Voldemort's fortune has been basically wiped out by him, and even his wand has been burned by himself, unless Dumbledore whips his head and throws the soul lamp out and smashes it to pieces, Egger doesn't think so. What kind of trouble could Voldemort, a stupid bird that had been shaved off by himself, cause trouble under the nose of a monster like Dumbledore?

If Voldemort can get away with this, Iger can only say screw it, Britain will give it to you, and labor and management will stop playing.

The settlement of Voldemort is a very serious issue. Even Dumbledore cannot deal with this issue privately. And as soon as Iger came back, Dumbledore asked Evra's portrait to be reported to Fudge at the Ministry of Magic. about this.

In the shadow of the tree of human life, with a name like Voldemort, the Minister arrived in time, followed by two Aurors, Kingsley and Delis, the two who captured Egg in the first place.

"Merlin's Beard" Fudge stared at the soul gathering lamp on the table in front of him with a horrified look. "Albus, I want an explanation."

"This is the wandering spirit of Voldemort." Dumbledore explained to Fudge in a straight tone what the thing in front of him was, but Fudge didn't seem to believe it.

"This is indeed the remnant soul of Voldemort. For some reasons, we can't destroy him now." Egg looked at the ugly Fudge and emphasized, "I just captured him from Albania. She can testify."

With that said, Egg pointed to Dolores who was chatting with Slytherin in the corner.

"Testify a snake." Fudge laughed as if he had heard some joke, but there was a hint of horror in that smile.

"Whether you believe it or not, he is here and will never leave." Iger spread his hands towards the soul lamp on the table. "Come on, Tom, say something."

The soul lamp did not move at all. Voldemort was not a fool. He knew that it was best for him not to say anything at this time.

"I don't know what made you come up with such a ridiculous story, Albus, about a lamp, a little boy, and a snake." Fudge's face became increasingly ugly, and his voice gradually became hoarse.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking Dumbledore," Fudge's voice suddenly rose and he shouted.

"So, you don't believe what I said." Egg turned his head and looked at Fudge.

"Are you kidding me?" Fudge tilted his neck forcefully and looked at Egg.

"Minister, although I hate to say this, the two most powerful people in the UK are standing in front of you. Putting aside their attitudes, I think their words are credible." Kingsley leaned close to Fudge and whispered. With.

Fudge froze. Of course I knew it was trustworthy.

But why was it when I was in office?

Why did this guy suddenly show up again when I was in office?

Fudge is a qualified politician, but by no means a qualified leader.

Because he is cowardly.

"They are just two lunatics." Fudge pursed his lips, looked at the two people in front of him with a pale face and gritted his teeth, "They just want to seize power."

Fudge was very scared. Even though acknowledging the thing in front of him would mean a huge achievement in front of him, he didn't dare to offend the thing in the soul lamp. He just wanted to keep himself in a state of not knowing anything, safe and sound. spend this term.

But his blind attitude angered Iger.

Although there had been speculations about Fudge's cowardice, when the facts were revealed and the old man in front of him was still stubborn, this completely exhausted the last bit of Iger's patience and tolerance.

I've been so kind to you for nothing, so I've gained gold in vain.

Egg sneered and picked up the soul lamp on the side. "I'll give you three fucking seconds. If you continue to choose this attitude, I will smash it, let him go, and then nail you to death." In the position of a minister, when he is resurrected, you can die holding on to your rights. How about it? Isn't it a perfect death? It must be very romantic to die at your job."

Fudge's face turned pale instantly, and then he shouted "Stop him"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden staff behind Egg flew out. Kingsley and Delis were knocked unconscious instantly without even farting.

"two"

Egger's face became increasingly gloomy, and his eyes scanned Fudge impatiently.

Fudge's eyes changed continuously, as if he wanted to take out his wand, but he didn't dare.

Dumbledore stood behind the table and stared with interest as Iger forced Fudge into the palace. He admired Iger's way of breaking the rules. Although he also wanted to do it, he couldn't.

His identity dictates that he must act according to the rules.

But Iger doesn’t need to

And not only does he not follow the rules, he also doesn’t follow the rules

This made some things that seemed difficult to Dumbledore easy to solve in Egg's hands.

How can I cut off a mess with a knife?

Minister of Magic, if you have a headache, can you chop off your head?

Iger can let Voldemort go, because he captured it. Anyone who has any opinions can talk to him alone.

But Dumbledore couldn't. Even if he caught Voldemort, he couldn't let him go, otherwise it would affect his reputation and reputation.

Although he didn't care much about his reputation and reputation, before Voldemort had no leash, it was important to cherish feathers.

But Iger is different. He doesn’t have a good reputation or good reputation.

Moreover, the public opinion in the wizarding world is in the hands of Iger. The editor-in-chief and boss of the Daily Prophet, Jin Jin, are both soft-handed. Plus, there is a reporter like Rita Skeeter. Even if Iger wants to make Fudge's reputation notorious tomorrow, it will only take one sentence. thing

Fudge broke into cold sweat on his forehead and stared at the lantern in Iger's hand in horror. He pointed at Iger tremblingly, "You can't do this."

"I'm sorry." Iger sighed with regret, and then threw the lantern out of the window.

"Stop, I agree," Fudge suddenly shouted loudly.

"That's right." He casually put the lantern back on the table. Egger glanced at Fudge scornfully, "You and Voldemort should be from the same era. They are still figures at least. Look at you, you are such a coward."

Fudge didn't seem to hear what Iger said. He just sat on the chair in despair, and then looked at the lantern tremblingly.

"Damn you Fudge" Voldemort's resentful voice sounded.

He had no doubt that if Fudge didn't approve just now, Iger would definitely throw him out.

Although he would probably get it back, if the lantern broke, Voldemort would be confident of escaping.

He has always been very confident in himself.

Fudge immediately shuddered when he heard this, and looked at the lantern on the table with a horrified expression.

"Okay now, if you don't help us, you will be killed when he comes back to life. Why do you have to push yourself to the dead end?" Iger gloated and looked at Fudge in front of him and laughed. He smiled very happily. At least this time The Ministry of Magic can no longer hold us back.

Even for himself, Fudge would risk his life to kill Voldemort.

Fudge stared blankly at the soul lantern in front of him for a long time, and then he shouted hysterically, "The Ministry of Magic will not let you get away with it. I will definitely stop you from trying to escape and dream, you bastard."

For a moment, several people were caught off guard by Fudge's sudden outburst, especially Voldemort, who was confused.

Weren't you so cowardly just now?

It is said that rabbits want people when they are anxious. Fudge is in such a state now. He has been completely driven into panic by Dumbledore and Egg. It is okay that Voldemort did not speak. Once he spoke, Fudge completely extinguished the luck in his heart.

Then came the hysterical madness

"I'm going to imprison you in Azkaban and you'll never be able to stand up again," Fudge roared as he stared at the soul lamp in front of him with the veins on his neck exposed.

"It's a pity that he can't go anywhere except the principal's office. With all due respect, Azkaban may not be able to contain him." Egger said bluntly.

"Then put it here" Fudge stared at the soul lamp in front of him bitterly, panting.

"I don't quite understand. Dumbledore is so much stronger than Voldemort. It seems that you would rather be afraid of Voldemort than Dumbledore. Is this considered a gentleman who can bully others?" Iger sneered and looked at Fudge. "I hope you can do it in the future." I clearly understand that Mr. Fudge, although Dumbledore is a gentleman, I am not."

"Are you a threat?" Fudge looked directly at Iger and asked with a pale face.

"If you think so, I can't help it. Of course I won't say that." Iger looked at Fudge with a grin. "Yes, I am threatening you."

Fudge is gone

Left angrily

Because Egg not only threatened him, but also asked him for the medal of Sir Merlin.

Fudge said that the mysterious man could not be told to the public yet, so even if he wanted to award Egg with a medal, he had no idea, and then left in a hurry.

Two unconscious men were floating behind him

Seeing that the matter had come to an end, Egger did not stay any longer and stuffed Dolores, who was chatting happily with Slytherin in the corner, into his arms, and then turned around and snapped amid Slytherin's righteous protests. Disappear in place.

Tonight, the Granger family is more lively than usual because Iger has brought back a new member, Dolores.

Although the Grangers were used to strange things happening around Egg, the sudden appearance of a two to three meter long python still frightened the Grangers.

Jane leaned against the kitchen countertop with a pale face, holding the shovel tightly in her hand, squinting her eyes and not daring to look at Dolores beside her, and shouted anxiously, "What is she doing, Egg?"

"She is saying hello to you. I told her that you have the highest status in the family, and she seems to like you very much." Iger stood aside with a grin and explained to Mrs. Granger.

"I know, I know, let her go quickly." Mrs. Granger's voice unconsciously became a little crying. "Ease, get her away quickly."

Chris rubbed his head with a headache, "Okay, Egg, stop making trouble."

Hermione, who was sitting at the table next to her, looked at Chris with some contempt, "Can you get off the table first?"

It's just a python. In Hermione's opinion, although its appearance is a bit unacceptable, it is much safer than the Winged Demon in terms of danger. No matter how much Egg teases Hermione, that thing will never get closer.

I really don’t know how my parents will feel after learning that there is a creature comparable to a dragon living in the house.

Probably going crazy

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