Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

This year's Christmas is destined not to be good for Iger. Because of his control over Obscurus, Iger has helped the school reclaim several acres of wasteland for free. Hagrid plans to grow some vegetables on the wasteland to adjust his mood.

But it was not without any benefits. From the third day on, Iger was basically able to stay awake. By the last day, Iger was able to change back anytime and anywhere.

"You can control it, but you can't master it?"

Seeing Egg's weak transformation again, Dumbledore looked at the land plowed by Egg with some doubts.

"Huh... To use an analogy, it's like Neville riding a Nimbus 2001. That uncontrollable feeling. Every time you think about it, you will hit the wall." Egg spread his hands, the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake The surrounding area has been made a mess by himself. Fortunately, not many people came to this place, so no one was affected.

"This is the end. You have done an excellent job. What you have to pay attention to in the future is not to hurt other people, especially the people around you..." Dumbledore looked at Egg carefully with his light blue eyes. "I want to I remind you, Egg, never do anything you will regret."

"I understand..." Egg nodded thoughtfully, took the magic stone from Dumbledore, turned around and left leisurely.

No, you don't understand...

Dumbledore stared at the direction in which Egg left and remained silent.

You don’t understand the pain of loss yet, so you can still ignore it. Once you experience the pain of losing someone you love, I’m really worried about whether you can stick to your heart and remain the gentle and kind person you were before...

"It's great to be young, you can be fearless. I vaguely see the shadow of our youth in him. Of course, we are not as lazy as him." Dumbledore looked at Egg's back and laughed. "I just hope he doesn't Walking on my old path..."

"No, your old ways have no appeal to him." Snape snorted.

"I don't quite understand, Albus..." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at Dumbledore. "We can wait a few more years, and when he grows up, he can control Obscurus. Why do we have to choose now?" "

Snape glanced at Professor McGonagall and then sneered, "Because the Headmaster wants that egg to catch the Dark Lord..."

Snape respected Professor McGonagall very much, whether in private or face to face. In Snape's heart, regardless of his strength, Professor McGonagall was much more reliable than Dumbledore, so the sarcasm on his face at this time The target was Dumbledore, and it seemed that he was still very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's proposal.

"How is this possible?" Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly rose. "The child is only thirteen years old! How can we do this? This is extremely irresponsible..."

"Iger is capable, I believe in him." Dumbledore interrupted Professor McGonagall and looked seriously at the two deans beside him. "Besides, I have assigned him a very serious and reliable assistant."

"Who?" Snape's mouth curved slightly, and his smile seemed less sarcastic. He was looking forward to hearing his name from Dumbledore.

"Remus Lupin..."

"..."

Snape felt very bad. Ever since he learned that Egg was going to practice controlling the Obscurus on Christmas Eve, Snape had not felt better.

"That guy is a werewolf." Snape's expression showed a hint of disdain, three points of which were gloomy, and the remaining six points of which were full of disgust.

"But he is the most suitable candidate in my opinion." Dumbledore planned to correct Snape's incorrect statement.

"With all due respect, I... am the most suitable candidate." A slow voice sounded, and Snape said with a sinister look on his face.

"No, you are not suitable..."

Snape looked at Dumbledore in front of him. He felt that since he met Egg, the old man in front of him was becoming more and more mean...

……

As Christmas passed, it was time for Elsa to go back to work. In fact, the reason why Elsa took so many days off for Christmas was because of the favor given by the people in the office. Tonks directly helped Elsa with her work. .

Of course, the main reason is that Iger didn’t give him enough gold...

Basically, during the holidays, Aig would send Lark to carry a bag with a traceless stretching charm cast on it to bring warmth to the people in the Auror office. The light of gold once warmed the entire Auror office, just to allow Elsa to work. Less dangerous.

This caused Scrimgeour to send snarling letters to Iger several times, believing that Iger had corrupted the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but Iger still had his own way of doing things, and he was rich and willful!

Of course, Aisha just doesn't know this.

In Hogsmeade, Elsa reluctantly touched Egger's slightly immature face and kissed Egger gently on his forehead.

"How about you stop doing this, I can take care of you." Egger held Elsa's hand in disgust.

"You can't be idle. I feel quite fulfilled now. When you graduate, I will resign and be a housekeeper." Aisha pinched Ige's little face lovingly and smiled.

After reluctantly sending Aisha away, Iger sat at the bar counter of the Three Broomsticks bar with a wilted heart, "Firewhiskey!"

‘Bang’, an oak wine glass was placed in front of Iger. The landlady looked at Iger with a smile, “What a coincidence, the whiskey is sold out. How about butterbeer, kid?”

Egg reluctantly picked up the butter beer and took a sip. The chill brought by the winter was immediately taken away by the butter beer soaked with ginger slices and red dates.

"Minors can't drink alcohol!"

"It will rot your intestines..."

The "Three Pigs" hanging at the door smiled strangely and cursed.

Egger has always wondered what this thing is, whether it is intelligent or something. If I remember correctly, there is one hanging on the front of the Knight Bus, it seems to be a product of alchemy.

I can’t eat it just by looking at it…

Egg is not particularly obsessed with food, but due to the habits of the Chinese people, every time they see a new species, they will subconsciously consider whether they can eat it.

The relationship between Iger and Ms. Rosmerta was not particularly harmonious, because the lady in front of her refused to sell her wine every time, but Ms. Rosmerta was very good to Iger, because Iger once brought her trouble. The business was poor, and Egg just didn't want to go to the dirty Hog's Head, even though Aberforth was happy to sell him Firewhiskey.

……

The start of school after Christmas is very dull, especially in the Gryffindor dormitory, which likes to be lively. It can basically be regarded as gloomy and gloomy. Every little lion is trapped in the despair of the start of school and cannot extricate himself...including Harry.

Ever since Harry and Sirius returned to Grimmauld Place, Harry, who originally liked Hogwarts the most, began to lose interest in the school, which made Egg feel a little disappointed.

Men are indeed fickle.

But no matter what others think, Egg still loves Hogwarts deeply. After all, it is his home, and it covers a large area.

"The fifteen-inch Transfiguration paper, the twenty-inch Potions practical procedure, and Professor Binns' boring History of Magic paper... Do you know how I spent this holiday?" Ron's expression was distorted. Looking at the pile of parchment in front of him.

"You can make the words bigger. If I were you, I would consider asking Lavender Brown to help." Egg looked around and muttered in a low voice. Not far away, a little girl with a round face looked at Ron glanced at it, then lowered his head with a red face.

"She is currently in a stage of secret love. Once this emotion turns into a clear love, you may not be able to bear it." Harry analyzed it logically and looked at the strange looks in the eyes of the two people beside him. Harry grinned. He laughed awkwardly, "Sirius taught me this. He asked me if there were any girls in school who were chasing me, and he also told me some of the characteristics of girls when they have a crush on someone."

"What did you say?" Ron thought of his sister again and looked at Harry with an unkind expression.

"I said there are many girls who have confessed to me. I can't say that there are none who pursue me, right? That's too cheap." Harry was very concerned about issues related to male dignity and face. Egg looked at him He couldn't help but grin.

If Harry had a normal family, given his own conditions, he would probably become a playboy like James and Sirius, right?

"Sirius told me that many girls had a crush on him when he was in school, and he also said that he would teach me the secret, but I didn't agree. I knew he was just bragging." Harry muttered disapprovingly.

"I'm not trying to hit you... He said it very implicitly. When Sirius was in school, not to mention his secret crush, he confessed a lot." Egg looked at Harry and laughed.

Harry's expression looked funny, his face flushed a little, and he looked at Egg with a hint of disbelief, as if he had been hit in the back of the head by a Bludger.

"Really?" Harry held his head in frustration.

"It's true. Even though Sirius looks a little sloppy now, he was the most popular among your father and others when he was in school. And even now that Sirius has tidied up and went out for a walk, he will attract many singles. At least I think as a man, Sirius is really handsome." Iger thought for a while and gave a more pertinent evaluation, "And his own tragic heroic experience can also add to his A lot of points, after all, not everyone can endure in Azkaban for twelve years..."

"Is Harry's godfather... powerful?" Ron looked at Harry with some eager eyes.

Egg looked at Ron with a weird expression, "It's not a question of whether he's powerful or not... he's that rare... very romantic, very chic kind. Unfortunately, he has been in Azkaban for too long. I couldn’t appreciate his elegance…”

Looking at Egg, Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Why don't you laugh?" Egg looked at the two people in front of him expressionlessly.

"Uh...hahaha..." The two of them laughed awkwardly after hearing this.

"Why are you laughing?" Egg turned to look at Harry.

"Um...Sirius is my godfather..." Harry smacked his lips, feeling confused. Didn't you make us laugh?

"Why are you laughing again?" Egg turned to look at Ron.

"I..." Ron's expression was a little distorted, "I plan to invite Harry and his godfather to our house during the holidays."

Well... Iger turned around and left with satisfaction. Harry and Ron looked at Iger's back in confusion.

"What happened to him just now?" Harry looked at Ron in confusion.

"I don't know, he's a genius. What he thinks in his head is always different from that of normal people, just like Dumbledore..." Ron muttered softly.

"You said before that Dumbledore looked like an old madman..." Harry muttered.

After leaving Gryffindor Tower, Egg planned to go find Hermione. As soon as the little girl came back, she rushed into the library. She didn't know why, but she looked a little irritable.

Thick books in the library were floating around in the air, looking for their place. Mrs. Pingsi was reading to herself with an unhappy look on her face. It seemed that she was dissatisfied with the students who kept the books indiscriminately. Fortunately, the students could The number of books read only accounts for one-fifth of the library. Otherwise, including the restricted book section, Mrs. Pince would probably go berserk.

"What's wrong? You don't look happy when you come back?" Egg smiled and lay next to Hermione, gently playing with Hermione's fluffy hair in his hands.

"Humph..." The little girl raised her chin rather arrogantly, dismissing Egger's question.

"Uh..." Iger's mouth twitched, "I...have shit on me? Do you look so disgusted?"

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, seemingly wanting to smile, but because Egger was beside her, she just pursed her lips with a serious expression, her pretty face covered with frost.

"You don't realize your problem." Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered with a somewhat unhappy expression.

"I was wrong!" Egg nodded seriously.

"Really? What's the mistake?" Hermione glanced at Egger, but judging from Egger's fingers that kept stroking his hair, Egger's apology was not sincere.

"It's just wrong anyway..." Egger mumbled vaguely.

I don’t know where I went wrong. Anyway, it’s the right time to apologize and admit my mistake...

Hermione looked at Egg and smiled, her bright eyes full of smiles, "How long has Elsa been here?"

"I just left not long ago..." Egg probably understood what Hermione was thinking. Is the little girl jealous?

Only twelve years old! Are you starting to get jealous? How should I live from now on?

Egger suddenly realized that if he wanted to enjoy the blessings of everyone, it might not be that simple...

Not all women are like Elsa, who does not fight or fight, and looks like the years are peaceful. The person in front of her is the future Minister of Magic. She even has to protect the rights of house elves, let alone her own!

Egg can probably imagine how Hermione will disembowel herself with a knife in one hand and a wand in the future...

After it’s over, maybe you’ll be in a clear mood and let your mind wander…

What do you think this is? Day at Hogwarts?

Shaking his head to get rid of these horrific thoughts, Egger felt a slight cold sweat break out on his forehead. He felt that he was in a dilemma.

Since ancient times, Britain has rarely had a tradition of male superiority and female subordination and polygamy, not to mention that in this era when women's rights are becoming more and more powerful, if Iger really shouts outside, I will marry ten! Then Egger estimates that Rita Skeeter may fight to enter Azkaban and nail herself to the pillar of shame in history.

You are still too naive, time travelers and so on are all liars...

Women are selfish creatures, how could they allow themselves to have a harem?

But in this situation, you can't give up on one of them, right?

Thinking of this, Egger's heart was in confusion again...

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