Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

Chapter of the text volume of The Poisoned Egg at Hogwarts states that half a month has passed since the holidays, and the time to capture Voldemort was shorter than Iger imagined. Of course, the main reason was because Lu Lu was on the way. Ping is too anxious, otherwise Iger would have been able to play in Italy for half a month

When Dolores wandered around the house for two days, the Grangers reluctantly and passively adapted to her presence, although this didn't make much difference to Egger and Hermione.

Ever since they became wizards, their values ​​have become different.

Especially Hermione, after getting to know Buckbeak, pythons and other things were just a splash, so there was no surprise if Egg didn't lead a basilisk home.

But what surprised Egger was not the Grangers' adaptation to Dolores, but the relationship between Lark and Dolores.

The relationship between the two of them is actually very good

This made Egger a little confused.

Egg would often see Lark stepping on Dolores' head and the boa constrictor swimming around with him.

An eagle and a snake have a good relationship

Egg couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Dolores was really the gentlest python he had ever seen.

Or rather cute

Since Egger came back, Hermione seems to have lived in Egger's house, reading quietly every day, which feels like a peaceful time.

As for the holiday homework, I have already finished it.

At night, the golden light warmed the entire room. Hermione curled up her legs and leaned against the wall inside Egger's bed, holding a book and looking absentmindedly, glancing in Egger's direction from time to time.

Egg is grabbing the dementor's head and pulling at it, hoping to understand the structure of this strange species.

The dementor was very frightened. This house was full of joy and happiness, but he did not dare to inhale it at all.

"You said you would take me to Paris"

For a long time, Hermione's voice sounded faintly in my ears.

Only then did Egg come back to his senses and stuffed the Dementor into a box beside him. He turned around and looked at Hermione with a smile, "I was still wondering when you would not be able to help but ask me."

Hermione's face turned red immediately and she slapped Iger, "You're a boy, so you can't take the initiative."

"Don't you always emphasize equality between men and women?" Ai Dazhinan said unconsciously, quite jokingly.

"If you don't go, I won't go." Hermione turned away angrily, and then saw a slender hand on her shoulder. The scene in front of her suddenly distorted, and the two of them appeared in Paris, France in an instant.

The moment she landed, a large black robe was quickly draped over Hermione's body, followed by the strong wind in the sky in Paris at night.

"Where is this?" Hermione felt like her voice was blown away by the wind.

"At the top of the Eiffel Tower," Egg grinned, holding Hermione's hand tightly, "Hold my hand, otherwise you will die if you fall."

The little girl nodded hurriedly, held Egger's hand tightly, and turned her head to look timidly at the city below.

Unfortunately, the guardrail on the side did not give her the slightest sense of security. With just one glance, Hermione's hands were covered with a layer of sweat.

"Are you scared?" Egg turned his head and looked at Hermione with a smile.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded gently. This height made her legs a little weak. This was not playing Quidditch, and she didn't have a wand on her body. The little girl was panicking.

"Look into my eyes" Egg pulled Hermione's face and made eye contact, "Can you dance?"

"Dad taught me." Hermione panicked even more, but this time it was not because of fear of heights, but because Egg was too close to her.

"Let's dance." Iger grinned. "You teach me."

"Yeah," Hermione responded slightly dullly, then clumsily took Egg's hand and led him to dance gently.

Egger hummed a song in his throat, moving gently with Hermione's footsteps. The sound of wind high in the night seemed to be unable to cover up the song that Egger hummed, and the two small figures danced gently on the top of the tower.

Hermione danced very seriously, and Egg learned very seriously. At the top of the Eiffel Tower under the night, the hearts of young girls became closer and closer.

"It feels a bit dark." Hermione turned around and looked.

"There must be light." Iger grinned. The staff floating not far behind him flew to the top of the tower with a whoosh and sprayed a stream of fiery red fireworks into the sky. The red light flew up lightly in the sky, and then exploded with a pop. It bloomed and turned into a grand rose firework.

Paris is destined to not be peaceful tonight, especially when the top of the Eiffel Tower is obscured by layers of fireworks.

Countless romantic French people ran onto the streets, pointing excitedly in the direction of the Eiffel Tower and shouting.

The Muggle Prime Minister standing in front of the window looked puzzled. Is there a fireworks show tonight at the Eiffel Tower?

The French Minister of Magic was also confused. What wizard could be so arrogant and go up to the tower to set off fireworks to show off such a big deal?

But that had nothing to do with Egger. The night wind carried Egger's silky blond hair, and Egger pressed Hermione against the guardrail next to her, "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yeah" Hermione's voice was trembling.

"Not as beautiful as you" Egg's voice whispered in Hermione's ear, and Hermione felt her face burning.

Egger was so close that Hermione could even feel a restless part of Egger's body.

"We are the only ones here tonight. No one can come in through the Apparition within the entire tower." Egg's voice carried a hint of temptation, gently teasing Hermione's heartbeat, and Hermione's breathing became even more rapid.

After a long time, Hermione managed to calm down, looked at Egg with watery eyes, and gently wrapped her slender legs around Egg's waist, "Say you love me."

"I love you."

Early the next morning, a strong storm suddenly broke out in the French wizarding world, and the entire Ministry of Magic was in a state of panic.

For most of the night, the top of the Eiffel Tower was surrounded by fireworks. All Muggle electronic equipment in half the city failed. However, a group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic were unable to Disapparate when they reached the bottom of the tower. They even struggled to enter the tower. less than

The Minister was going crazy. Because of such a fireworks, the Ministry of Magic had to work overtime to modify the memories of hundreds of Muggles, forcing them to declare to the public that this was just a fireworks show by the Muggle government.

And from beginning to end, the entire Ministry of Magic didn't even know who did this.

Not only in France, this news was also published in the Daily Prophet early this morning. Hermione blushed the moment she saw the newspaper, while Egger continued to eat breakfast calmly.

"Did a wizard do this?" Chris looked at the newspaper in his hand in surprise, "It's such a generous move."

"Yeah, the whole tower is surrounded by fireworks, it's so romantic," Mrs. Granger said with a smile on her face while eating French fries.

"The newspaper actually said that Iger might have done it. It's really ridiculous." Chris looked at the newspaper and laughed. "The French Ministry of Magic tried various methods but failed to enter the tower. The minister could only fool around with a group of Aurors. Standing stupidly under the tower and staring, there are not many people in Europe with this level of magic power. If it is not Albus Dumbledore who is coming to spring, then it is Egg Morriss who is dating his little girlfriend. How is it possible that wizards do not need to report to the Ministry of Magic when entering or leaving the country?"

The adopted son and daughter are both wizards. The Grangers and his wife are very familiar with some things in the magical world, and Elsa often chats with Mrs. Granger, so the two of them naturally think that this report is pure nonsense.

Hermione glanced at the newspaper with a rosy face and ate her breakfast in silence.

Yes, you need to report for entry and exit

Because there is no way for normal people to apparate to France, the only way to enter and exit the country is through the channels of the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione has her own little thoughts and naturally won't speak casually, because she tasted the age-enhancing agent for the first time last night, as well as heather.

Egg also has his own little thoughts, and of course he won't talk casually, because he sent Hermione back last night and took Elsa to the Iron Tower again.

After the meal, Egg said hello to the Grangers and disappeared, appearing at the door of an old house at the end of Spider Alley.

He opened the door with familiarity, walked around several old bookshelves in the living room, and ducked into a small hidden room on the side.

"I thought you should be in France at this time." Snape's plain voice came. Egg turned around and saw that Snape in black robe was sitting behind the table, boiling the cauldron. "Or maybe he was setting off fireworks."

"I'll get some age-enhancing potion." Egger smiled awkwardly.

Snape suddenly sneered as if he had thought of something, "You have great ideas."

Use you to call me an old virgin

Egg spread his hands, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to search, then turned to look at Snape, "By the way, do you know who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is?"

"Who?" Snape raised his head and looked at Egg, he always felt a bad premonition.

"Sirius Black" Egger reached out and pulled out a large bottle and stuffed it into his arms. "He is Harry's godfather. I think you should have something in common, such as raising children."

Snape's face instantly turned dark, very dark.

If there was anyone Snape hated the most, there was no one other than James.

But if there is anyone who I hate the most, then it must be Sirius.

Because this guy almost cost him his life.

After leaving Snape's house, Egg felt refreshed.

Labor and management are not so easy to laugh at.

Egg didn't know how Snape would react when he found out about this, but judging from his reaction, he should have just found out about it.

Not interested in whether Snape would quarrel with Dumbledore, Egger took Hermione and Elsa around Europe for several days.

Today we have a meal on the banks of the Seine, and tomorrow we take a cruise on the high seas of Italy.

Ever since Egg and Fudge broke up, Elsa's and Elsa's work has become much easier. Now they are just working in the name of an Auror, and they don't have to go to the office anymore.

But Elsa didn't care. She originally went to work to find something to do for herself. If it weren't for Egg's life-and-death disagreement, Elsa would have even applied for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Fudge didn't dare to really exclude Elsa in the Ministry. After all, in the eyes of other Ministry of Magic employees, Elsa was their sponsor. If Elsa was gone, where would they go to get extra money?

What Iger gave us is pure gold. What can you, Fudge, give us?

There's no way, it's just so realistic

But what Fudge is thinking is that I don’t dare to exclude you, so why can’t I give you a holiday?

Only a fool would not do it if he took paid vacation.

For several days, Egg took his two girls out for fun as much as possible and lived a very comfortable life.

But he is at ease, Dumbledore is not.

Madame Maxime's shouting letter was placed on Dumbledore's desk because of an unknown fireworks display on the Eiffel Tower in France two days ago.

Even if this kind of thing is reported in the newspaper, they would not dare to casually say that it was done by a certain person. They can only make simple guesses. But Madame Maxime does not need it. She can make the entire Ministry of Magic stand outside the tower and stare. Europe has There are many people with this kind of strength, but there is only one who can do such a thing.

Even the International Federation of Wizards sent a letter of complaint to Dumbledore, asking him to take good care of a certain husky in the UK.

Dumbledore feels aggrieved for this kind of thing, and I can't stand him either.

One step makes a country, no one can see this, I can’t do it, okay?

As for the French Ministry of Magic, they directly blacklisted Iger, but there was no way. Regardless of what they said, Iger would still appear on the streets of Paris swaggering when it was time to appear, and the Aurors from the French Ministry of Magic did not dare to step forward at all.

In the shadow of the famous tree, France and England are separated by a sea, which in China is the width of the Yangtze River estuary. Wizards from the two countries rely on owls to communicate, so some information is transmitted very thoroughly.

Like how strong a certain bastard is

"The British Ministry of Magic must give us an explanation for this matter."

Like Dumbledore, Fudge also has his own troubles, such as the video call from the French Minister of Magic next door

The magical world has its own information transmission channels. It doesn't just rely on owl communication. For example, Fudge has an alchemy booklet. This kind of communication manual contains other people's photos, portraits, or mirrors. Fudge can always be here. Communicate with others above.

This thing is very expensive. In the past, Fudge would always show it off, but today for the first time, he had the urge to throw it away.

Fudge closed the book with a livid face, and Fudge was roaring in his heart.

I also want to give you an explanation, but who the hell is going to give me an explanation?

I, the Minister of Magic, was pointed at my nose and threatened by a -year-old kid. I have no shame.

What can I say to you that will cost your life?

Fudge feels that his life has always been very frustrating.

The last time he felt so aggrieved was when Dumbledore helped him become minister.

The last time was when I wanted to run for Minister of Magic but Death Eaters were extremely rampant in the country.

There's nothing to worry about

But even if he feels aggrieved in his heart, Fudge will not show it on his face. Although Tai Chi is Chinese, politicians in every country will do it.

After thinking for a long time, Fudge opened the booklet and turned to the page of an old man with a white beard.

"Albus, you have to give me an explanation."

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