Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

When I came to the Department of Mysteries for the first time, Iger's first impression was that it was mysterious and quiet.

Different from the noisy scene of people coming and going in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, this black corridor seems to be particularly deserted, so deserted that even the feet on the ground echo.

But Iger is not surprised. In the original book, the Department of Mysteries was smashed by Harry and his group, and the group of silent people didn't have much reaction. It seemed that these things didn't matter to them.

A door opened in front, and a black figure walked out of the house.

"You're here." Egg's familiar voice came from under the black robe. It was John Tito who handed the time turner to Egg.

Egg nodded slightly: "I'm here."

John nodded slightly, and was about to say something when he saw Egg open his mouth.

"I shouldn't have come"

John: ""

Egger continued to mutter to himself: "But I'm still here."

John looked at Iger blankly, not knowing what Iger was talking about.

I'm afraid this person has some kind of mental illness, right?

Should we kick him out or not?

"If I use a time converter, I'll report it to you." Ige paused twice and hurriedly explained his purpose.

"Yeah" John nodded and remained silent.

"Are there any procedures to go through?" Egg asked John.

"No need." John's voice was calm.

Egg twitched the corner of his mouth, are you so perfunctory about such a serious matter as time travel?

Just say hello.

But one less thing is worse than one more thing. Since the other party is so easy to talk to, Iger is too lazy to cause trouble for himself.

In John's calm eyes, he took out the time turner, and Egg quickly rotated the outermost ring of the time turner. Then Egg gently stopped the movement of his hand, and the surrounding scene began to move backwards rapidly.

Figures passed by Iger quickly, like a scene in a movie that was rapidly rewinding. After a while, the scene around Iger gradually stopped, and the surroundings turned into an empty corridor again.

With a click, the door of an office in front opened, and a black hooded figure crossed his arms and looked at Egg.

"Egg Morriss"

It was still John's voice, but it sounded much younger.

"It's me." Egg nodded.

"Where are you from?" John raised his head slightly.

"Fourteen years later"

Iger is thirteen years old this year, but his birthday is on Christmas, so he is a few months older than Harry and the others, so the time is set fourteen years ago.

John nodded slightly, turned around and returned to the office again, seemingly uninterested in Iger's visit.

Iger shrugged and didn't bother to pay attention to this weirdo anymore. Since you don't ask, I won't say anything.

Taking out the invisibility cloak and putting it on his body, Egger turned and left the Department of Mysteries.

Thirteen years ago, the halls of the Ministry of Magic were still bustling with people, but the difference was that people in the Ministry of Magic in this era seemed to have an extra layer of gloom in their hearts.

Egger can probably understand people's current mentality. At this time, Voldemort is in power, Death Eaters are rampant in the wizarding world, and no one knows which tomorrow or accident will come first.

Leaving the hall quietly, Egger found Big Ben and checked the time. He was picked up by Old Mrs. Hull on Christmas night, and Egger arrived at noon on December th. .

After taking off the invisibility cloak, the cloak on his body obediently put the hood on Iger's head. Iger went all the way to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, ordered a glass of fire whiskey and quietly drank in the corner.

At this time, Old Tom had not yet turned into that hunched-over look. Egg looked at Old Tom's appearance with interest, not knowing what he had experienced in the next ten years or so.

There was a rumbling sound from behind the storage room, and Egg heard Hagrid's voice. Hagrid's rough voice laughed, as if he was talking about something with someone.

Egger immediately sat up straight and looked towards the direction of the storage room. A tall figure walked out of Diagon Alley. Hagrid's face didn't seem to have changed much. Egger thought this might be the longevity of the giants. s reason.

I don’t want to know, but I’m shocked when I think about it. Normally, Iger only thinks that he has a good relationship with Hagrid, and the two of them are friends. If you think about it carefully, Hagrid is already over sixty years old, right?

Voldemort pursued immortality all his life, but in the end he only lived in his early seventies.

And Hagrid, in his sixties, still looks the same as he did in his thirties and forties.

Look at Dumbledore, he said: I don’t think I have long to live, I think I am going to die, but at the end of the day he is still alive and kicking at the age of one hundred and twenty, and he doesn’t have diabetes or high blood pressure.

Look at Voldemort again. He shouted that he wanted to live forever every day, but in his early seventies he had his braids tied up and all his hair fell out.

People are more popular than people

Hagrid emerged from behind the bar, and the two figures following behind him made Egger's breath stagnate slightly.

Iger had only seen these two people in Harry's photo album.

James and Lily seemed to be in good spirits. Lily's belly was slightly pregnant. It looked like there was little Harry in her belly now.

Iger grinned. Harley looked exactly like Lily.

And Harry is % similar to James. Except for those eyes, everything else is really a replica of James.

He is like his father, and his mother is like his mother. He is such a good boy.

At this time, James seemed to be arguing with Lily about something. The argument between the two was fierce but there was no smell of gunpowder.

After listening carefully, Egg found that the two were discussing what the child's name should be.

This damn dog food smells like

Hagrid watched the two arguing happily, and the three of them just walked past Iger without making any waves.

Not long after the three people left, the stone door of the storage room rumbled open again, and a downcast figure stumbled out of the storage room. The person smelled of alcohol and sat down next to Egger.

Egg twitched the corner of his mouth, what happened today? Why did he meet some old acquaintances?

Isn't this Severus the troll Snape?

"Good afternoon, Mr. Snape, what would you like to drink?" Old Tom greeted Snape cheerfully.

Snape's eyes were blurred, and he casually pointed at the wine rack behind Old Tom. Old Tom quickly sent him a bottle of wine. Snape picked up the bottle and took a gulp.

Then he let out a long sigh of relief and lay down quietly by the bar.

Egg looked slightly sideways. After knowing him for such a long time, this was the first time he saw Snape drinking like this.

Although this was only Snape fourteen years ago

At this time, Snape looked younger than fourteen years later, and his face was relatively fair. Iger felt that if Snape took care of his greasy hair, he could be considered a cold and handsome guy. One. Unfortunately, he seems to have a special liking for Rejoice hairstyle.

"cough cough"

Egg pinched his throat, calmly changed his voice, and then reached out and patted Snape's shoulder gently: "Brother, look at it, there is nothing in this world that you can't live with, and you can't live with it. Let’s all go over”

"Go away" Snape impatiently slapped Iger's hand away and took another sip of wine.

Behind the bar, Old Tom winked at Iger crazily, signaling him not to provoke Snape.

Egg grinned as he looked at Old Tom's silent mouth shape, which was very clear: Death Eater.

Iger grinned and muttered softly: "What kind of hatred or resentment? My girlfriend is getting married, and the groom is not you."

Snape stiffened suddenly, turned his head and stared at Egg: "What did you say?"

Ai pulled up his hood and said in a joking voice: "Hey, what did I just say?"

"You" Snape suddenly raised his eyebrows and stood up with an angry look on his face, as if he wanted to cast an Unforgivable Curse on Egg.

The next second, Egger's figure disappeared from the spot with a snap.

Snape: ""

"It's strange that our store should have a ban on apparation." Old Tom looked at the place where Egg disappeared in confusion.

Snape was startled, and sat down with a gloomy expression.

If there is a ban and you can apparate, then you are not someone you can mess with. First published on New Bayi Chinese website....

Although Snape had the mountain of Voldemort at his back at this time, he was still relatively sober. The fastest network update PC version:..

If there is a Voldemort in the world, there may not be another one. The world will never lack amazing and talented people.

Snape was sober, and Voldemort's rise to power did not go to his head too much, even in his drunken state.

Slytherin has no shortage of cowards

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, Egger strolled through the streets of London. Watching the London sky gradually turn dark in the middle of winter, Egger's heart lifted slightly.

Turning into a secluded alley, the black wings behind Egg slowly spread out, taking him into the black night sky.

In the dark sky, Egger's eyes scanned the streets below, trying hard to find traces of Aberforth. Soon, an old man with a gray beard appeared in Egger's field of vision.

Aberforth at this time does not look much different from how he did fourteen years later. After all, there is a big difference between ten and twenty years old, but the difference between one hundred and one hundred and ten years old is really not obvious.

His eyes fell on Aberforth. Iger noticed that the old man seemed to be tracking someone, and he landed not far behind Aberforth. Iger put on his invisibility cloak and followed the old man quietly. .

As Aberforth's eyes flickered, Egg noticed a small house in the alley.

The lights in the small room flickered, and two figures flashed back and forth from time to time. Judging from the projection, they should be a man and a woman.

Egg narrowed his eyes, leaned gently against the window of the house, and listened quietly to the sounds in the room.

The communication between the two was very brief, and there didn't seem to be much they wanted to say. They were just a few questions about preparations for the ceremony, and then there was no more sound. Occasionally, there would be two suppressed sobs, and then the room would resume again. That oppressive silence.

After looking around, Egger noticed an exquisite little sect hanging next to the door of the cabin. On the door plate was a line of exquisite letters: JACKSON

There are people named Jackson in the UK

Egger was stunned, not knowing if this was his real last name.

Leaning against the door in a daze, Egg suddenly didn't know what mentality he should take to face what was about to happen. Dumbledore told himself that he should come and see for himself, not knowing what his intentions were.

Seeing may not be believing, but didn’t Dumbledore never see it with his own eyes?

What does he know?

Egg pursed his lips, and suddenly felt an urgent urge to escape from here.

In the distance, Aberforth was still staring in this direction, with a hint of urgency and desire in his eyes.

Egg knew what he was thinking, but it seemed that his wish was destined to fail.

Seeing that late night was approaching, a faint cry of a baby could be heard in the room. The female voice from before suddenly began to coax the child with concern, humming an unknown song softly.

"The ceremony is about to begin." The man's voice came out, but it seemed not so clear under the sound insulation of the wall.

A gust of breeze was summoned and the door opened. Egg took the opportunity and landed leisurely inside the house. Soon, a man walked to the door and closed the door, blocking out the cold wind and snow howling outside the house. .

Only then did Egger begin to observe the couple carefully.

In the room, a pale woman was holding a sleeping baby boy with a doting look on her face, humming a lullaby softly in her throat.

The woman's face was very soft, with a smile on her lips, but she could not hide the trace of fatigue in her eyes.

He turned to look at the man beside him. The man's face also looked very handsome. Iger felt that the man in front of him was probably % similar to himself. However, compared to this man, the lines on Iger's face were smoother. In comparison, There is some girlish delicacy underneath.

His eyes fell on the baby in the arms of the woman in the room, and Egg felt his heart beating more intensely.

Turns out I wasn’t born on Christmas

It's strange that Iger is still thinking about this at this time.

Turning around and looking at the room, Egger's heart suddenly sank. The whole room had been cleaned up by the two of them. There was a slightly crude magic circle carved on the ground in the middle of the room. In the center of the magic circle was a A dark five-pointed star.

Soon, the woman gently placed the child in her arms in the center of the altar. A man and a woman knelt gently on both sides of the altar, clasped their hands together, and began to pray something murmured.

It was a weird and obscure ancient language. Weird voices slowly spread from the mouths of the two people to the surroundings. The air around them gradually began to become thicker with the inexplicable prayers of the two people.

Soon, the five-pointed star in the center of the altar began to glow gradually. The baby in the five-pointed star also held his little hand uneasily and looked around curiously.

The chants of the two people became more and more high-pitched and melodious, and traces of inexplicable fluctuations began to gradually emanate from the five-pointed star in the center of the altar.

The next second, the two of them gently took out a dagger from their arms and stabbed themselves in the chest.

Puff.

Unexpectedly, although it was a very fast and violent movement, the sound it made was inaudible.

Blood splattered in the chests of the young couple. As soon as the bright red blood fell on the altar, it quickly began to condense toward the center of the altar. It gradually wrapped around the baby's swaddling clothes in the center of the altar, forming a large, round and thick cocoon.