Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

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After stuffing the egg tarts into the box, Egg let out a long sigh of relief.

This little thing is absolutely terrifying.

It’s not that Iger hasn’t thought about destroying it, but erasing a personal object feels like killing someone, and it’s also killing myself, which feels weird...

In the suitcase, Egg Tart and the Dementor stared at each other with big eyes.

The dementor could only feel that there seemed to be something in front of him. Egg Tart had no soul, so he couldn't feel Egg Tart's emotions, but he did feel that there seemed to be something similar to happiness but not a real emotion in front of him.

This feeling is very complicated, as if a person who is very picky about eating fruits suddenly encounters artificial fruits on the cake.

That feeling of being able to eat but not wanting to eat...

He gently stretched out his big black claws covered with scabs and groped forward. The Dementor felt that he touched a pair of horns, and then withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted.

can't be bothered...

……

Christmas was over, and both Egg and Hermione returned to school. Even the egg tarts they brought were taken away by Egg under Mrs. Granger's strong protest.

The little thing is so stupid that Ige is really worried about him being left at home.

It would be bad if the Grangers knew something private. This thing can only be carried with you...

"He's like a bird, he can fly... He's not an athlete anymore."

As soon as Egg returned to school, he saw Ron in the auditorium showing off his experience of spending Christmas with Klum to the surrounding students. Ron looked enthusiastic, but it seemed that the only one who listened to his words was La Wende Brown…

"He's an artist!" Ron's voice was full of affection.

"You're in love with him, Ron." Ginny laughed as she sat next to Harry.

"Shut up." Ron rolled his eyes immediately after hearing this.

"Don't say that about Ginny, Ron admires him..." Fred said with a smile.

"Yes, but it will be fine if you wait for a few days." George spread his hands: "It's like the first time he met Harry and the first time he met Iger. They were all like this..."

"Krum I love you" Fred sang in a weird voice.

"Krum I love you" George sang too.

"When we are apart, my heart only beats for you..." The surrounding students suddenly sang in unison, laughing as they looked at Ron.

Ron sighed in disappointment and leaned back on the soft chair in boredom: "Did you know? The Bulgarian team successfully entered the finals of this year's World Cup, and Krum promised to give us tickets."

As he said that, Ron looked around, hoping that someone could cater to him.

But he still thought too well. This year's World Cup will be held in the UK, and the ticket price is actually not very expensive. After all, there are not many people in the European wizarding world...

"You'd better keep it for yourself..." Iger curled his lips.

He really doesn't have much feelings about Quidditch, and he prefers sword control.

"Can you get a few for us?" You Mengyu came over holding a book and asked.

"Of course." Ron was very happy that the goddess spoke to him.

"Thank you." You Mengyu turned around and walked away as neatly as if a goddess was dealing with a spare tire.

Looking at You Mengyu sitting next to Hermione, Egg was a little curious: "You also like Quidditch?"

"I don't have much feelings about this thing...but the group of boys we came with seem to like it very much." You Mengyu muttered in a low voice: "I can sell it to them for ten Galleons a piece..."

Egger: "..."

"China has very strict regulations on broomsticks and flying swords, so it is very difficult to hold an event there, and adolescent boys like these things."

You Mengyu spread her hands: "Flying swords can't be played, they can only play Quidditch."

"Why can't we compete?" Hermione was a little confused: "Can't everyone fly? Is there no exclusive activity for flying swords?"

"Think about it. According to the way Quidditch is played with flying swords, either you will be stuck on someone else's sword, or your sword will be stuck on someone else's body. Neither of the two results seems to be so pleasant..." Egger laughed.

"..." Hermione was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "That seems to be the case..."

A few people were chatting when a small figure crept out in the corner of the lounge.

Egg Tart excitedly climbed out of the Gryffindor tower and began his great and free Hogwarts adventure.

Ladies and sisters, here I come

Because he has Egg's personality and memory, Dantao is very familiar with the school's castle, but if he sees it from the perspective of a puppet, this is the first time, which makes him feel excited.

The originally simple stone statues became as tall and majestic as heavenly soldiers, and the cats patrolling around turned into fierce tigers. Occasionally, a Slytherin pet snake passing by looked like an ancient dragon. Egg Tart walked with his head and head, as if he was in the world. Just like Yu Honghuang, the original magical style instantly turned into a hard-core fantasy style...

Carefully avoiding the patrolling cats, Egg Tart sneaked nervously and silently.

Why are you nervous?

Because from the perspective of the puppets, the cats around them are just like tigers...

And I don’t know magic...

This is bad.

"Meow?" A voice came from the top of his head. Dantao was startled and turned his head to look, his eyes met a pair of golden eyes.

Crookshanks curiously looked at the little thing in front of him who looked like his little master, and tilted his head curiously.

Sniffing with his small black nose, Crookshanks smelled Egg.

"Little master?" Crookshanks looked at the doll curiously.

Egg Tart was stunned for a moment, and then felt a burst of joy. Thank God, because he inherited the memory, his ability to communicate with animals is still there...

"Ahem...yes, it's me." Egg Tart raised his chest and raised his head, walking quickly to Crookshanks.

"How did you become so small?" Crookshanks tilted his head in confusion, and hesitantly pressed a paw on the top of the egg tart: "You are shorter than me, meow..."

egg tart:"……"

Oh my god, so scary...

A cat that's a head taller than you puts its paws on your head and asks you if you're afraid!

"Hmm...it doesn't feel right either..." Crookshanks muttered in confusion.

"Actually... I'm just a doll with a personality attached..." Egg Tart looked at Crookshanks awkwardly.

Crookshanks suddenly realized: "They are all the same..."

"Eh?" Egg Tart's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Little master..." Crookshanks lowered his big head and looked at the egg tart curiously: "Are you lost?"

"I'm just...going out for a walk..." Egg Tart laughed awkwardly.

"Um... do you want me to take you?" Crookshanks walked around the egg tart: "You look like you have no strength..."

Egg Tart was stunned: "Is it okay?"

……

"Ahahaha, the great Lord Dantao begins his wonderful adventure story!" An excited voice came from the corridor. Dantao rode on the back of Crookshanks and galloped around with high spirits. Crookshanks ran. The speed was so fast that people who occasionally passed by only saw a ginger shadow swooping past.

"Just now...I seemed to hear Egg's voice..." Malfoy turned his head to look at the two followers behind him in confusion: "Did you hear it?"

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and shook their heads in confusion.

Malfoy frowned, and then heard Iger's voice coming from the other end of the corridor: "Death is like the wind, always with me!"

"Huh?" Malfoy hurried over and saw a ginger shadow disappearing at the end of the corridor.

"...What's going on?" Malfoy looked confused.

……

"Xu" Egg Tart gently tugged on Crookshanks' cat ears. Crookshanks stopped immediately and turned his head to look at Egg Tart in confusion.

"What's wrong, little master?"

Egg Tart jumped off Crookshanks' back, crept to the wall, and raised half of his head on the wall: "I remember there seems to be a girls' bathroom next to this?"

"Yes, meow..." Crookshanks squatted down behind Egg Tart innocently.

"Ahem...Does Crookshanks like little sister?" Egg Tart turned to look at Crookshanks and asked casually.

"I don't like Meow..." Crookshanks is very straightforward.

egg tart:"……"

"So I think you shouldn't always alienate others just because they don't like you." Dantao raised his chin: "We should take the initiative to approach them and warm them, so that they will like you. Do you understand?"

"But I don't want to..." Crookshanks tilted his head: "What's the point of doing this?"

"Of course it makes sense, just shut up and do what I tell you." Egg Tart suddenly became a little angry.

There was a chirping sound ahead, and Dantao turned around to see several young and beautiful girls laughing and walking out of the girls' bathroom carrying toiletries.

Egg Tart smiled evilly, looking at the school uniform, she was a Ravenclaw girl.

Ravenclaw is great, % of the entire academy is made up of girls...

If it weren't for Hermione, Egg would have wanted to go to Ravenclaw.

"Meow..." Crookshanks walked forward with a doll in his mouth and squatted obediently in front of the girls.

"Huh? If I remember correctly, it seems to be called Crookshanks..." Qiu Zhang's voice came out, and Egg Tart felt a little embarrassed because he didn't see Qiu Zhang just now.

"It seems like he is the captain of the Hogwarts security team? I heard he seems very smart?" A girl on the side chuckled: "Those guys from Gryffindor said so..."

"What is it holding in its mouth? A puppet?" Qiu chuckled and squatted down, and Egg Tart almost cried out in excitement.

Because she had just taken a shower, Qiu Zhang was wearing a skirt. From the angle of the egg tart, the scenery was extremely beautiful...

It's still high-definition and uncensored.

Crookshanks obediently put the egg tart down, and the egg tart suddenly felt regretful that he couldn't see it from this angle...

"Is it given to us?" Qiu Zhang suddenly looked surprised.

"No," Crookshanks answered straightforwardly. However, the girls couldn't understand it at all. They just subconsciously thought that Crookshanks was just giving a gift...

"Thank you." Qiu gently touched Crookshanks' head, picked up the doll from the ground, and then turned to look at a few people in surprise: "Who do you think this is?"

"Isn't this the poisoned egg?" A girl on the side suddenly laughed: "What? Did he send it to me? That guy wanted to cheat? So he sent a kitten to attack first?"

"What did you say?" Qiu Zhang felt awkward, but his heart moved slightly.

No, sister, it’s not like that...

Egg Tart was speechless for a moment. Are all girls thinking about falling in love?

I just wanted to take a peek...

Although she was very speechless, Dantao didn't mean to explain at all, and allowed a group of girls to tease her and take her back to the dormitory. The girls would touch and hug her along the way, which almost made Dantao extremely happy.

At night, Dantao got out of Qiu Zhang's arms and stood at the head of the bed, looking at Qiu Zhang with some melancholy.

He couldn't see anything to eat, which made him very disappointed.

"Brother is a free man, and your embrace can't keep him." With a hint of the fragrance of a girl's embrace, Egg Tart slowly left the girls' dormitory.

Wandering all the way to the Ravenclaw common room, Egg Tart looked around. Blue curtains were hung on the surrounding windows. The clean and tidy lounge looked like a dream under the projection of the moonlight.

"It's so beautiful..." Egg Tart murmured softly, looking up at the Ravenclaw statue: "It's a pity that you can't see it..."

Just as he was about to leave, Dantao's eyes suddenly fell on the connection between the lower body of the Ravenclaw statue and the niche, and he was suddenly startled.

"Is this place... connected?" Egg Tart's round little hand held his chin and muttered to himself in confusion: "Why should the statue be carved directly on the niche? Normally it should be placed..."

He took a few steps back in confusion. Egg Tart always felt that something was wrong there.

"Why should the statue be connected to the niche? Is it because you are afraid that future generations will move it?" Danta thought: "Or is there any reason why it must stay here?"

He raised his head and looked at the Ravenclaw statue carefully. The statue's eyes were peaceful and its brows were full of tenderness, as if it was looking at a beloved one...

Rowena Ravenclaw…

lover…

Egg Tart raised his head suddenly and shook his fist fiercely as if he remembered something.

It's Helena!

Why do people always think of inheritance when it comes to things left behind by Ravenclaw?

Who said the diadem had to be placed on Rowena Ravenclaw's head?

The egg tart's little short legs ran quickly through the corridors at night, rushing towards the Gryffindor lounge in a hurry.

How can a mother who was not able to see her beloved daughter before she died think about leaving a legacy?

What she is looking forward to most is to see her beloved daughter inherit her crown and stand proudly in front of her, right?

Damn it, I should have thought of it earlier, who would put his statue in the niche, that place has always been used for worship...

"Open the door, open the door!" Dan Tat anxiously took a picture of the fat lady.

The fat lady opened her eyes drowsily and glanced at the egg tart displeasedly: "Password."

"What password? The castle belongs to me, what password do I want?" Egg Tart shouted subconsciously.

"That is your master, little thing, and you are just a personality item like me." The Fat Lady muttered.

egg tart:"……"

What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless...

"Brother Playboy?" Egg Tart looked at the Fat Lady tentatively.

"The password is correct." The fat lady opened the door with a rumble.

Egg Tart hurried to the dormitory, and as soon as he entered the dormitory, he saw Hermione's body lying on her back, holding Egger, sleeping soundly.

Egg Tart suddenly became furious, you bastard, how dare you sleep with my woman?

No, this is me...

He rushed to the bed in a hurry, and patted Iger's face with Egg Tart's soft little puppet hands.

"Get up, get up!" Egg Tart shouted anxiously.

"Well..." Egg rubbed his eyes and glanced at Egg Tart with his eyelids downturned.

"I have made a very important discovery!" Egg Tart's expressionless face tried hard to put on a serious expression.

There was a crisp sound of 'pop', and Iger stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The window not far away suddenly opened, and the egg tart swirled and flew out of the house.

"I...ahhhhh..."

The screams pierced the night sky, and two owls not far away tilted their heads and looked at the egg tarts flying in the air.

"This voice sounds familiar..."

"Gu...it's the one without clothes last time..."