Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Harry looked at Ron with a puzzled look on his face. He felt that Ron's expression didn't seem to be fake, and then turned his head to look innocently at Hermione.

Hermione: "Go away..."

Harry: "..."

Iger was hiding behind a few people in an invisibility cloak and was about to laugh madly, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

"You really didn't touch my ass?" Harry turned his head to look at Ron suspiciously.

"Dude, what are you thinking? This isn't a potions class..." Ron looked unhappy.

Harry: "???"

What do you mean? What do you mean?

What about potions class? Do something, right? Can I touch my **** in Potions class?

Harry turned around and silently changed the soil for the poisonous tentacles. Iger glanced at a few people, turned and left slowly.

During class time, it’s okay to skip class by yourself. You can’t break the classroom discipline any more, otherwise Professor Sprout will be angry no matter how good he is.

Returning to the Gryffindor Tower, Iger leisurely leaned back on the chair and pondered the recent events.

The appearance of the Silent Man was somewhat unexpected to Iger. The invisibility cloak and the time switch were unexpected delights. Now, what Iger wanted to find out most was the world of death that John said.

It's exciting to think about.

Iger felt that if he could freely travel to and from the world of death, he would probably make a fortune.

For example, help someone with a message, send a courier or something...

Looking at the falling snow outside the window, Iger couldn't help feeling a little bit, and his understanding of the world was getting deeper and deeper.

It's not just a simple story world.

There are also people and things that I love deeply, and I have my own home. Everything is so real, so Iger feels that he can't come here in vain.

"If you could...what would you like to say to your deceased parents?"

At night, Iger looked at Harry seriously and asked.

"Say something..." Harry looked strange, not understanding what Iger meant: "What's the point of this?"

"Of course it makes sense." Iger nodded affirmatively.

"In that case... I'd like to see them if I can," Harry said after thinking.

"If you're not going to answer my question seriously..." The tip of the slender tail behind Iger pointed at Harry: "I can send you to see them..."

Harry: "..."

Why are you still threatening people?

Can you do it? It's you who asked me the question, okay?

What are you going to make a fuss about...

"If you think about it, there's actually nothing to say..." Ron on the side spread his hands: "I mean, although Harry may yearn to be accompanied by his family, Harry is not very familiar with them after all, I think If it were me, I might not know what to say."

"Probably...that's it." Harry nodded in disappointment. "Sometimes I always feel like I have something to say to them, but if I really want to say something, I don't know what to say."

Iger scratched the back of his head, somewhat unclear.

Although I am an orphan by definition in my life, I have family affection in my previous life after all, so I don't understand Harry's mentality very well.

...

"If I could, what would I say to James?"

In the Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Sirius looked at Iger in surprise in red pajamas.

"I want to ask him... how is your life?" Sirius took out a bottle of wine from a small cabinet beside him, flicked his wand and flew over two glasses, and the wine swirled into the glass in mid-air. , Iger grabbed a glass and took a sip.

"Ask him, how does it feel to die, I'm sorry for him and Lily..." Sirius sipped his glass and muttered to himself, "If I could, I would like to tell him that Harry is now He's taken good care of by me, he doesn't have to worry."

Sirius's eyes were a little red: "Probably that's all..."

"Um... do you want to write it down?" Iger asked, looking at Sirius.

...

"What do I... want to say to my sister?" Dumbledore looked at Iger cheerfully: "I don't have much to say, considering my age, maybe I'll see her soon, I still think it's better to say it face to face. it is good…"

Iger: "..."

...

"I want to say to my mom, I'm doing fine."

Early the next morning, Luna sat next to Iger and spoke softly with a chuckle on her face.

"That's all?" Iger looked at Luna tentatively.

Luna lowered her head in silence, and couldn't help but pursed her lips: "Actually...it's not good at all."

"Dad, he can't take care of himself, and life at home is a mess." Luna's voice trembled, and Iger was a little surprised. It was hard to see this emotion on Luna's face.

On weekdays, Luna has always been a bit crazy, but she is calm about everything and sees things thoroughly.

Until now, Iger really saw from Luna what a twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl should look like.

"I miss her and love her very much." Luna adjusted her emotions: "If I can, I want to tell her that we all miss her."

"But!" Luna emphasized as soon as he finished speaking: "I'll take good care of my dad, and I'm growing up... I mean... oh, this feels so annoying..."

...

"Why did you start asking about these things?" Hermione looked at Iger with some incomprehension.

Iger grinned: "I have become a silent person. I heard that I have the opportunity to go to the world of the dead in the future. I thought that if I could, I could help with a few words..."

"The world of the dead?" Hermione frowned suddenly: "Iger..."

"It's too dangerous, isn't it?" Iger said with a smile: "I know what you're going to say when you open your mouth."

Hermione rolled her eyes immediately: "Well, if you have already decided, I have no reason to stop you, after all, this is also a job, but..."

"No matter what...you can't join." Iger emphasized.

"Why?" Hermione got angry.

"Because you are too weak." Iger spread his hands.

Hermione was even more angry, and Iger felt like he had said the wrong thing.

"I've always wondered a question." Ron interrupted the upcoming dispute between the two in a timely manner, with a grilled sausage in his mouth, "Since Harry's parents are reluctant to bear Harry, why do they remain the same? Come back as a ghost?"

Harry looked at Iger eagerly, hoping to get some answers.

"Cough cough..." Iger cleared his throat, and glanced at Nick who was floating by the long table not far away: "Nick? Is it convenient for you to come over?"

"What's the matter with the kids?" Nick seemed to be in a good mood today, and he didn't tear his neck as soon as he came up.

"We want to ask, what are the conditions for becoming a ghost?" Iger asked Nick curiously.

"Oh...that's such a rude question child..." Nick shrugged: "Well, since that's the case, I'll tell you, first of all, not everyone can become a ghost."

"Who must be?" Harry looked at Nick eagerly.

"Must be a wizard..." Nick said dryly.

"Huh..." Harry sighed, and these people who were talking and gasping were so annoying: "The people we are talking about are wizards."

"No Harry, they can't." Nick shook his head.

"You know who I'm talking about?" Harry frowned.

"Of course, it should be James and Lily, right?" Nick laughed. "I've known them longer than you, you know, they've been at Hogwarts for seven years, and every Gryffindor's I remember every student."

"But... why?" Harry opened his mouth.

"I'm afraid of death, Harry..." Nick looked a little embarrassed: "So I left my mark on this world, and I can be pulled back again after I die."

"Then they can too. What mark are you talking about?" Harry asked hastily.

"No, they can't, they are brave, they will go down Harry." Nick looked a little lost: "Being a ghost is not as good as you think, we can't feel anything, we are just undead, just a mark , just a wisp of soul."

"Is there no other way?" Harry asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Of course there are... such as Hogwarts... This place is called a castle with feelings by the ghosts..." Nick glanced at Iger: "All the people who died at Hogwarts, Hogwarts can bring them back, Of course, it's no use if they don't want to come back."

"For example, Professor Binns, or Myrtle, because there are imprints of their lives here, Hogwarts will actively call them." Nick sighed: "But even so, many people choose to continue on. ."

"What is it like after death? What did you see?" Hermione looked at Nick curiously.

Unlike Harry, Hermione was an academic, and she was always curious about such research.

"I don't know, Miss Morriss." Nick laughed. "Unless I am willing to give up my identity as a ghost and die on my own initiative, a half-dead existence like me is not qualified to spy there."

A conversation ended in Harry's loss, and Iger's heart moved slightly at Harry's depressed look.

"You want to see your parents?" Iger asked softly, leaning into Harry's ear.

"Yeah... I really want to." Harry said dryly: "But what can I do..."

"What if I could let you see them?" Igby made a muted gesture, hurriedly holding down Harry's excited jumping motion.

"Really? I mean...Are you going to send me to see them?" Harry looked at Iger uncertainly.

"No, I mean the two of us, go to the land of death." Iger grinned.

"How? Death?" Harry sighed.

"Your invisibility cloak, you should be able to go, should you go take a look?" Iger asked with a smile.

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?"

...

For half a month in a row, Harry was in a state of excitement. Ever since he listened to Iger's words, he was ready to set off every day, and it was the time of the annual Christmas.

This year, the Granger family was quite together, and even Snape incited his black robe to appear in the Granger's dining room early, and sat on the sofa dotingly teasing his beloved daughter.

Iger noticed that Anastasia had begun to grow teeth, and the small milky white teeth were biting restlessly in her mouth, babbling something.

"She's called Daddy, can you hear me?" Snape turned his head and looked at Iger with excitement.

"She might just be spitting on you. A child sounds milky and milky in every sound." Iger raised his eyelids, then leaned lazily on the soft chair and drank his juice.

"Impossible, I heard, Anna called me papa..." Snape turned his head in displeasure, and continued to tease his daughter with a doting face: "Anna is good, say...papa..."

"P..." Anna muttered and stretched out her hand towards Snape.

Snape was instantly flattered and hugged Anna with a doting face: "Call Dad..."

"Pfft..." Anna snorted under Snape's doting gaze, milky...

Bai Huahua's milk spit on Snape's face. Snape wiped Anna's mouth in disappointment, ignoring Iger who was laughing at the side, and continued to tease Anna, hoping to hear a father.

"It's a pity, I can always hear her calling her mother, although it's not very clear." Leah looked at Snape apologetically.

Snape glanced at Leah expressionlessly, then twitched the corners of his mouth a little stiffly, and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay."

On the soft chair, Iger looked at Snape in astonishment with a ghostly expression. Elsa and Hermione hid in the kitchen door, poking their heads to watch the two cover their mouths and snicker. People feel strange.

Iger looked at Snape and laughed dryly, then picked up the cross that Mrs. Granger was praying for, and muttered something in his hands.

"What are you doing?" Snape asked, noticing Iger's movement.

"I'm praying to God to help you pray for the happiness of the rest of your life. Hell, you should thank me." Iger said without looking back.

"It's so rare..." Snape sneered: "A devil cub prays to God, aren't you afraid of God's punishment?"

"No, God loves the world..." Iger shook his head: "You can become a loving father, what's so strange about me praying to God..."

Snape: "..."

In the kitchen, Mrs. Granger's unrestrained laughter sounded again, and Snape suddenly became big.

This family is simply...

"I heard you became a mute?" Snape glanced at Iger.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Iger grinned: "Do you want me to greet your parents for you?"

"No, I mean, silent people should learn to shut up." Snape turned his head expressionlessly.

Iger casually threw the cross aside and ignored Snape.

Damn, this guy is so annoying!

Talking about guns, Snape is the only one who makes Iger, who is from the 21st century, still shriveled, no wonder he can't catch up with Lily...

Well deserved, bah!

Silently pouted~www.NovelMTL.com~ Iger turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen.

"Kaka~"

"What's the matter, Master Iger?" Kaka's figure instantly appeared in front of Iger.

"Is dinner ready?" Iger curled his legs, nesting on the sofa like a dead fish.

"How many times do you want me to say this, Iger!" Mrs. Granger appeared at the kitchen door pinching her waist: "Don't! Give it again! Kaka! Trouble!"

"Okay mother..." Iger shrank like a quail.

Mrs. Granger returned to the kitchen with her chin up, and seemed to have taken advantage of Iger's name for her mother.

"Dinner is ready, Mr. Iger." Kaka said in a low voice, his eyes glanced in the direction of the kitchen from time to time, and then he saw Iger with a big smile, and quietly took out from behind a big two big The horned puppet handed Iger with both hands: "Master Iger, happy birthday!"