Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

For a whole month, Iger's mood was not very clear, and the fact that he could not participate in the Triwizard Tournament was still too sad for him.

And the publicity is still such a racist rule, no matter how I think about it, Iger feels uncomfortable.

Although Hermione's laughter broke after hearing the news, Iger still felt that this was racism from 'Red Guoguo'.

"Of course it's discrimination...but I think you're thinking the other way around. Humans should be discriminated against..." Hermione said.

Let Hermione explain this, Iger suddenly felt that the suspension of the game was suddenly not so difficult to accept.

While competing means honor for a teenage boy...and the adoration of the girls, Iger doesn't think a serious person like himself would want to enter for these messy reasons.

The weather in the UK in December turned cold rapidly. The temperature outside the house was getting colder and colder day by day. Soon, the snow outside the window changed from sporadic small snowflakes to goose feather snow, thick white blankets. Wrapped in the ground, it creaked when one stepped on it.

"How are you going to spend Christmas this year?"

In the potions class, Harry looked at Iger and Hermione inquiringly with her pigtails in her hair and asked.

With Snape's soft attitude towards Harry, Harry, who originally said that he didn't want women's clothing, just called Zhenxiang to join the army of women's clothing. Fortunately, after turning into a girl, Harry's face really belongs to both men and women. That kind of thing, no one would call him a pervert.

In fact, the students understood Harry quite well...

"Of course I'm going home." Iger spread his hands: "Why not?"

"Our family has agreed that we will go to Grimmauld Place together this year. Harry said that Krum is coming, and we plan to spend Christmas together." Ron looked at Iger regretfully and sighed, as if Iger would not go. His loss is the same.

Iger is expressionless, what do you want me to say?

Thank goodness he took his life? Sounds a little too unfriendly.

Ron's voice fell, and a big hand reached out from somewhere and pressed it on his head. Ron couldn't help but cried out in pain. Behind Ron, Snape was gloomy: "Seriously. Boil your potion, Weasley, and then let me see you there, groaning and chirping, and I'll let you test the efficacy of that irresponsible potion you brewed."

Ron looked very bitter.

Turning his head to look at Harry, Snape managed to squeeze out a forced smile, then turned around and walked away slowly.

"You successfully got the treatment of Iger and Malfoy..." Ron looked at Harry with a sour expression: "Dude, you betrayed."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't." Harry blinked her green eyes. "Otherwise, what can I do? This way I hardly ever use my homework. It's you...I mean..."

"Instead, I might not even go to class." Ron smacked his lips enviously.

"Really?" Harry grinned.

...

"Gryffindor plus five points, a good ageing agent..."

When the get out of class was over, Snape stirred the potion in the cauldron in front of Harry with a spoon, as if he hadn't seen the potion corroding the spoon in his hand.

Halle blinked: "Thank you Professor..."

"Five more points..." Snape walked away expressionlessly: "There are not many polite Gryffindors..."

"sh*t! That's fine too?" Ron's mouth widened and he looked at Harry next to him in shock.

Not far away, Malfoy frowned and looked suspiciously in Harry's direction, with a strange expression on his face.

He didn't quite understand why Snape's attitude changed so much before and after.

Looking at Harry's appearance, Malfoy fell into a deep self-doubt.

Should I try it too?

Sirius doesn't have much to say about Harry's habit of becoming Harry when he's okay.

Snape knew a little bit about Lily's obsession, otherwise he wouldn't let a Death Eater who once worked for Voldemort get close to Harry.

It's just because of these things that Sirius made a lot of sarcasm at Snape, and Snape should not listen to and deal with Sirius's sarcasm.

As long as I can see Lily's appearance again, what's the point of being scolded?

Iger felt that if he could adopt Harry, let alone let Sirius scold Snape, he would be willing to beat Snape, maybe he would have to thank Sirius from the bottom of his heart, and then have to Said that the previous grievances and grievances were written off...

The heart of licking a dog is so powerful!

...

In the middle of winter, the snow was falling outside the windows, but the Gryffindor tower was warm as spring, the fire in the fireplace was burning vigorously, and the dry wood was crackling in the fire.

The popularity of Peter Pettigrew's escape has completely passed, and the cats in the castle have all poured into Gryffindor's tower because they are afraid of the cold.

Almost all the places visible to the naked eye in the lounge are covered with hairballs, on the windows, by the fireplace, on the soft chairs, behind the tapestries, and even on the long table where the little lions usually study or do experiments. There are also cats everywhere.

Meow meows echoed in the tower, and Hermione had been excited for days because of the cats.

And Iger also turned into a black cat from time to time, and was always in the arms of girls who were obsessed with cats from other colleges, which made Iger feel very happy.

Of course, it's also true that Hermione almost caught him and made soup...

"Little master..." Crookshanks' slightly hoarse voice sounded beside the black cat's ears, and Iger shook his ears and turned his head away.

"Meow?"

"We didn't find Peter Meow..." Crookshanks looked lost. "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid..."

With that said, a trace of sadness appeared on Crookshanks' flat, fierce-looking face.

It's scared that Iger doesn't want them for that reason.

"It's okay, I didn't expect you to catch him." Iger turned his head and continued to lie down, his furry chin resting on his two fleshy claws.

"Meow?" Crookshanks looked blank.

"This is your home." Iger casually flicked his tail.

For Crookshanks' sadness, Iger felt that it was unnecessary.

This cat is smarter than humans. It can read maps, understand human words, and distinguish Animagus. The most important thing is that it is sensible!

Such a well-behaved cat is priceless, isn't it?

"Living at Hogwarts, we are family, family, do you understand what that means?" Iger yawned. Every time he turned into a cat, Iger became very sleepy. At first, Iger thought that he had transformed himself. what is the problem.

I finally asked Professor McGonagall to find out that cats are like this...

A lot of catgirls sleep longer after transforming.

"My family..." Crookshanks nodded thoughtfully.

Iger suddenly felt very interesting when he looked at Crookshanks. As a beast language speaker, Iger communicated not only with humans, but also with all kinds of pets around him, Crookshanks, Dolores, Buckbeak , Huanghua or Luck.

As a good master, Iger is not only responsible for their rations, but also does some mental health work for them on a regular basis.

This makes Iger feel that if he is not living in the magical world, he should be a veterinarian, or a psychiatrist...

"The so-called family is the existence that can rely on each other and entrust one's life. No matter whether the world is gentle to you or not, the family will always be our most solid backing." Iger said.

Beside Iger, the cats listened carefully. Although they may not be as smart as Crookshanks, they are definitely not stupid. They can still understand Iger's words.

Iger was satisfied with the cats listening carefully.

Children's values ​​should be cultivated from an early age. For these creatures with IQs similar to children's, Iger feels that it is a very proud thing to cultivate their values.

"Iger, are you there?" Dumbledore's voice sounded in his ears again.

Iger flicked his tail, and turned around and appeared in the principal's room.

"What's the matter?" The black cat man stood up, and Iger stood up with a pair of big horns.

"There's news about Peter Pettigrew." Dumbledore looked serious.

"Where?" Iger was stunned.

"He's been to the Ministry of Magic..." Dumbledore frowned: "His target is the Department of Mysteries."

"Department of Mysteries?" Iger pinched his chin and muttered to himself with some doubts: "For what? Is it the prophecy of the old mad woman?"

Dumbledore was speechless. Isn't it bad to speak ill of the teacher in front of the headmaster?

But he didn't bother about it, just nodded slightly: "I think... the only thing that can be related to him should be that prophecy."

"You want me to go?" Iger looked at Dumbledore.

"Let's go together. The Department of Mysteries is the most mysterious place in the entire Ministry of Magic. Even if it's you, I won't let you go alone." Dumbledore stepped forward and put his hand on Iger's shoulder: "Let's go. Bar."

With a crisp sound, the two figures disappeared instantly.

...

Perhaps because of the approaching Christmas, the Ministry of Magic looked extraordinarily busy, with hula-la paper airplanes flying all over the sky and taking the elevator into the various offices.

Iger also saw Mr. Weasley looking haggard, and it seemed that he was also a little distracted by the recent busy work.

Saying hello to Mr. Weasley, Iger came all the way to the Auror's office.

Now that you have come to the Ministry of Magic, you have to look at your eldest wife, this is the least respect...

Dumbledore and Iger walked all the way to the Auror's office. Due to the matter of Peter Pettigrew this time, he also needed to go to the Auror's office to check the situation first.

In the Auror's office, unlike the restless busyness of others, Aisha was drinking afternoon tea leisurely in a knee-length red robe. When she saw Iger's arrival, her eyes lit up and she stood up to greet her.

The eyes stayed on the big horn on Iger's head for a few seconds, Elsa hugged Iger and kissed his cheek affectionately, then turned her head and looked at Dumbledore with a smile.

"Long time no see, Professor." Elsa greeted Dumbledore with a little respect.

"You look good boy." Dumbledore nodded. "Where's Rufus?"

"I just went out, is it about Peter Pettigrew?" Elsa asked, "He was discovered by a portrait on the wall when he came to the Ministry of Magic at night. Unfortunately, the Auror on duty did not catch him. to him, but he also failed to enter the Department of Mysteries..."

"Clues... Is that all there is to it?" Dumbledore looked at the documents that Elsa handed over, and then gently placed the documents on the table beside him.

"At the moment, all we have is this information." Elsa nodded.

"Are there any extra guards?" Iger asked Aisha.

"I originally wanted to send more dementors, but according to what you said, dementors are not sensitive to animals, so we decided to have the Aurors in the ministry take turns to guard them." Aisha sighed: "Although this will delay the usual work even more. ."

Dumbledore nodded, confirmed that there was no more information available, and left the Ministry of Magic. As for Iger, he took Elsa's hand and took his sister off work. The security inspectors at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic seemed to agree. His eyes were blinded, and Iger left the Ministry of Magic as Iger dragged Aisha.

"By the way, what you said just now... What is a silent man?" After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Iger turned to look at Aisha wrapped in a red jacket behind him and asked.

"It's the staff of the Department of Mysteries..." Aisha thought for a while and said, "But we are also staff of the Ministry of Magic, we don't know their identities, their information, or their numbers. They are the most mysterious in the Ministry of Magic. some people."

"There are rumors..." Elsa whispered in Iger's ear: "Among them are Legilimency masters who are more powerful than Dumbledore, time managers, and some people who can come and go freely in the kingdom of death, Although the Ministry of Magic is nominally their leader, in fact, all the Silent people will not follow the orders of the Ministry of Magic."

Iger frowned slightly when he heard Elsa's words.

"Is it so exaggerated?"

"It's just a rumor..." Aisha seemed to remember something, and then looked at Iger again: "After you transformed, I heard that it was the silent people who stopped the Ministry of Magic from wanting to control you, so the Ministry of Magic will All comments against you have been suppressed."

"This is interesting..." Iger grinned: "Why are they helping me?"

"I don't know, who knows?" Aisha spread her hands, then pinched Iger's face and smiled: "Perhaps as you said, just because you are handsome?"

"What nonsense is telling the truth!" Iger rolled his eyes angrily, with a shy look on his face.

Aisha burst into laughter~www.NovelMTL.com~ The two walked on the streets of London, perhaps thanks to the smog in London, the snow in the cold winter did not make the whole city too cold, and scattered snowflakes drifted to the ground. The ground soon turned into a slushy look like ice but not ice, snow but not snow.

The two laughed all the way and wandered the streets and alleys of London until it was getting late and Iger sent Elsa back home before turning around and planning to find a quiet corner to leave London.

Turning his head and walking into a small forest, Iger instantly tensed, and in the next second, he flashed a few meters away and looked ahead vigilantly.

"Who are you?"

In front of Iger, a man shrouded in a black robe stood quietly in front of Iger, looking at Iger silently at this time.

Although he couldn't see the other party's face, Iger could definitely feel that the other party's eyes were falling on him at this time.

"Iger Morriss?" The black-robed man's voice was calm: "Introduce myself, my name is John Tito...I'm a mute."