Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger looked at Kaka and grinned.

"Thank you, is this a puppet you made?" Iger hugged the doll from Kaka with joy.

As an elf, Kaka's craftsmanship is undoubtedly very exquisite. The facial features on the doll are very delicately sewn, and even Iger's usual lazy look is vivid.

"Kaka made it, Dobby gave you socks, and everything from the elves at Hogwarts is kept here for you." Kaka bowed to Iger and disappeared, and went back to the kitchen Dinner is ready.

The swirling snow outside the window covered a thick layer, but inside the house was warm. Iger, like a child of a few years old, was fond of playing with the dolls that Kaka gave him.

Suddenly, Iger stared at the puppet in his hand and was stunned. Is this a figure?

Looking at the puppet, Iger turned his head to look at Snape: "Sif, do you know how to give an object its own personality?"

"You want to give a personality to a rag doll?" Snape glanced at Iger, then sneered: "If you let those dark wizards who worship you know, they will cry..."

Iger: "…"

"Just tell me what to do..." Iger gave Snape a displeased glance.

"I give you my personality and memory in the name of Severus Snape." Snape snorted and ignored him, turning around and continuing to tease his precious daughter.

Iger snorted and turned to look at the doll.

"You want to give a personality?" Hermione and Elsa came over curiously when they heard the movement.

"That's right." Iger nodded.

"Give a personality to a rag doll?" Elsa laughed when she heard that.

"Isn't it?" Iger was a little puzzled.

"Yes, yes, but this kind of thing is very difficult..." Aisha said with a smile: "It is the older wizards who have this strength to give themselves personality, and older wizards generally do not give a rag doll the gift of Personality..."

Iger twitched the corners of his mouth, took out his staff from his arms and nodded at the rag doll's head: "In the name of Iger Morriss, I will give you my personality and memory."

Snape turned his head and glanced at Iger, as if he had remembered something: "I forgot to tell you, you'd better draw a boundary, otherwise it will be more uncomfortable..."

"Why didn't you say it earlier..." Iger gritted his teeth, and his brain suddenly suffered a sharp pain. All the memories reappeared in front of his eyes like a marquee, and an inexplicable thing slowly flowed into the puppet along the staff.

Shaking his dizzy head, Iger slowly focused his eyes and looked carefully at the puppet in front of him.

The puppet shook his head softly, sat up slowly, glanced at his Q-version hands with some curiosity, and then raised his head to look at Iger: "Hello, my name is Iger!"

"Ah, ah, so cute!" Hermione screamed suddenly, and dragged the puppet into her arms and rubbed it.

"Hey hey..." The bad laughter of the Q version of Iger came out, and Iger glanced at him very unhappily.

"It's a matter of giving personality. Generally, people who hate personality don't give themselves personality, because they will hate each other." Snape said leisurely.

Iger squinted at the little puppet, pulled it out of Hermione's arms, and threw it out in Hermione's reluctant eyes.

For some reason, he always felt that the puppet was a little mentally retarded.

"And because the things that have been given personality have no other disturbing influence, they will be difficult to control, which is why ordinary wizards only give personality to portraits..." Snape's voice sounded again, and Iger was angry. Grit your teeth.

"Then what should I do?" Iger groaned and folded his arms.

In the kitchen, Q version Iger's malicious and cute voice came out: "Mom, mom..."

What followed was Mrs. Granger's excited screams.

Iger patted his forehead melancholy: "Ah...Damn..."

For such a new member of the family that appeared inexplicably, Iger no longer had the slightest interest after the novelty.

Seeing that the ragdoll, whose appearance and personality resembled his own, were maliciously selling off cuteness, Iger only felt very disgusted.

On the contrary, the female compatriots at home and Kaka like ragdolls tightly.

Especially Kaka, who simply regards the Q version of Iger as a little master.

"Don't you think he's cute?" Hermione asked eagerly, looking at Iger while holding the Iger doll.

"I don't think so..." Iger pouted, disgusted to death, and then he looked at Snape: "Does this mean... we can make alchemy dolls?"

"It's theoretically possible... What do you want to do?" Snape looked at Iger and frowned.

"emmm...I have a bold idea..." Iger grinned: "How about we make some one-to-one real-life dolls? The kind that give personality..."

For example, the high-end version of the CQ doll or something...

Snape squinted his eyes, and then his eyes glowed.

"I can warn you not to have any perverted ideas!" Iger jumped up suddenly, and he could guess what Snape was thinking with his heels...

"I think your idea can be..." Snape took a sip from the glass: "If I want to do it, I will take 40% of the shares."

"You want to be beautiful!" Iger looked unhappy.

Snape said blankly, "Anna's."

"Deal!" Iger clapped his hands, that's right.

If it's for his own daughter, then Iger is very happy, Snape is fine, it's useless for a single old man to ask for money, it's a waste...

"Professor Snape thinking about preparing for Anna so early?" Elsa laughed.

"Well, I should keep some ancestral property." Snape nodded stiffly, he was not very used to talking to others until now.

"What I'm more curious about is...I haven't seen Harry short of money, does he also have ancestral property?" Hermione looked at Iger suspiciously.

"There used to be... The Potter family started out with the accumulated funds of hair restorers and shampoos. They used to be famous. Think about Harry's hair, and you will know why they do this..." Iger grinned and nodded: "But then their shampoos and hair restorers were squeezed out by others who used better and cheaper products..."

"Who would do that?" Hermione wondered.

Iger pouted in Snape's direction, and Hermione immediately understood.

Iger sometimes thinks that it's not really that James is always bullying him, this guy is just too shady...

And it's wicked to pick on other people's ancestral births...

"Come for dinner!" Mrs. Granger called out, looking in the direction of the living room when dinner was ready.

"Come on, come on~" Egger rushed over and sat down at the dining table eagerly, waiting for the meal to start.

A few minutes later, a group of people gathered around the dining table. Mrs. Granger took off her apron and smiled at the people at the dining table. Then she picked up the Q version of Iger from the ground and put it on the table.

"Thank God, there is another Iger in the family this year." Mrs. Granger laughed.

Iger's old groove got stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to spit it out.

"You can call it egg tart, Eggtart!" Mrs. Granger smiled and touched the puppet's head with a smile.

You still have a name... Iger was speechless.

This thing is something of a portrait nature, so what are you doing seriously...

"Okay mom!" Egg Tart excitedly raised her round, fingerless little hand.

You really promised, this name is stupid! I will not allow you to tarnish my image like this! Iger looked a little annoyed at the puppet.

"I really hope that Hermione can also make a puppet, so that you are not at home, I think you can talk to them..." Mrs. Granger sighed: "Okay, children, let's not talk about that, let's have dinner Well, Iger, happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday!" Chris looked at Iger with a cup and winked.

Snape was also rarely a disappointment. He took a sip of his cup and took a sip.

Iger laughed and was about to say something when a small figure jumped up in front of him and shouted excitedly, "Thank you mom!"

Iger suddenly had a black line on his face: "Get out of here!"

With a swoosh, the egg **** flung softly onto the sofa...

"Fuck away..." Iger muttered expressionlessly as he ate with his head down.

"Iger, you are going too far!" Egg Tart jumped on the sofa aggressively, pinched his waist and looked at Iger.

"What can you do?" Iger sneered provocatively, turned around and ate to himself.

Egg Tart looked at Iger aggrievedly, and walked away feeling a little disappointed.

"Why are you angry with a puppet?" Hermione looked at Iger amusingly: "Isn't that just you, with your memory, with your personality..."

Saying that, Hermione was stunned for a while, her eyes moved slightly, she turned and waved to Egg Tart: "Egg Tart, come to me."

"Hey~ here it comes~" Egg Tart quickly rushed into Hermione's arms with her short legs.

"You have all the memories of Iger... right?" Hermione looked at the egg **** with a smile.

"What are you doing?" Iger's instinct was not good, and he reached out to grab the egg tart, but Hermione quickly turned around holding the egg **** and looked at Iger vigilantly.

Snape looked at Iger, the smile on his face gradually changed, showing a look of schadenfreude, planning to watch a good show.

"Tart, tell me, what kind of girl do you like?" Hermione's smile gradually became dangerous.

Iger was sweating coldly on his forehead, looking at the egg **** in Hermione's arms tremblingly.

Elsa covered her mouth and snickered, and the Grangers also looked at Egg Tart curiously.

"I won't tell you." Egg Tart crooked his neck: "Am I losing face?"

NICE! As expected of my personality, it really is reliable, as cold as me...

Iger looked at the egg **** and breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione smiled and said, "Tell me and I'll kiss you."

"I like good looks!" Egg Tart quickly raised her little hand.

puff…

Iger felt like he was hit in the knee.

Several women in the room burst into laughter, Chris looked at Iger understandingly, Snape's mouth twitched, he seemed to want to laugh but held back.

"Who do you think is the prettiest girl you've seen so far?" Hermione hugged the egg **** and kissed it, then looked at the egg **** and narrowed her eyes slightly: "For example, me, Aisha, Qiu, Luna, or That sleeping vampire girl, and You Mengyu from the East or something..."

"This can't be compared to this..." Iger hurriedly stopped Hermione, trying to grab the egg tart, but failed.

"Everything looks good!" Egg tart's voice sounded again, and Iger slammed his head on the table.

let me die, thanks...

"Oh? You mean you like them all?" Hermione's eyes gradually became dangerous.

"It's not like this, you listen to me." Iger hurriedly explained.

The egg **** stall spread his hands and sighed deeply: "Men..."

What the hell!

Are you here to smash the field?

"This is the disadvantage of giving personality and memory. Human beings have personality, and they may restrain their emotions for various reasons, but they will not..." Snape glanced at the egg tarts and said softly: "Hogwarts's The portraits only have part of my memory and personality, or the personality in the impression given by others, so it won't be so exaggerated, as for this..."

Snape sneered: "Just a mental retard..."

Iger: "…"

Is this **** scolding me?

Must be scolding me, right?

"Do you have any... little secrets?" Hermione started to play nonsense again, and Iger had a headache.

Egg Tart glanced at Iger, and Iger narrowed his eyes slightly. He dared to promise that as long as this **** ragdoll dared to tell the secrets of his previous life, Iger would definitely turn him into scum on the ground in an instant...

"Are you still kissing?" Egg Tart smiled happily.

"Dear!" Hermione nodded affirmatively.

"I'm Zuk..."

"Ah, ah, get out of here!" Iger roared with a blood-red face, grabbed the egg **** and stuffed it into his arms, gasping for breath, the blood spread from his neck to his forehead, and sat back angrily. on the chair.

"What did he say?" Mrs Granger looked at Chris suspiciously.

"I didn't hear..." Chris gave Iger a meaningful look, and Iger's face turned even redder.

He had never been so embarrassed.

Glancing at Hermione silently, Iger made up his mind to give a good shake tonight!

…

"Can you tell... what to say and what not to say?"

At night, Iger looked at Egg Tart seriously and asked.

"Of course I can tell." Egg Tart swears to pat his chest.

Turning his head to look at the door, Iger squinted his eyes slightly: "About the previous life..."

"I only know that I have a past life, but I have no memory." Egg Tart looked at Iger obediently and said, "So I won't leak the secret."

Iger was stunned, so that's why you look mentally retarded?

I have lost twenty years of memory, so although my thinking is precocious, just like a patient with amnesia, my thinking and experience are not coordinated enough...

"Anyway...don't talk nonsense outside." Iger frowned.

Egg Tart nodded, UU read www. uukanshu.com ran away...

Iger looked at the back of Egg Tart leaving and pinched his chin with some doubts. Why did he have no memory?

Speaking of which... Dumbledore seems to have said that he can't see the mark branded on the soul...

So he really didn't have Legilimency on himself?

No, it's better that he didn't see anything at all...

Iger sighed, got up and left the room, intending to take a hot bath and then go to sleep. He passed by Hermione's room, and through the door, Hermione's voice came out.

"Egg tarts, egg tarts, tell me, what does Iger like the most about me?"

Iger's face turned dark, and the sound of egg tarts rang out.

"Here, here...here...emmm...and here!" Egg Tart's voice sounded excited.

Iger: "…"