Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"It's so quiet here." Lavender's voice came out of the telescopic ear.

The three of Iger watched the direction of the screaming shack with piercing eyes and listened.

"Yeah, if it weren't for this bad environment, it would be a good place." Ron nodded: "But it seems to be good? It doesn't look like a haunted house."

"But I'm still a little scared..."

Lavender's uneasy voice came from the retractable ears, and both Iger and Harry bit their fingers and snickered.

"Nothing to be afraid of." Ron laughed and put his hand around Lavender's shoulder.

"Well…"

The intermittent sound in the retractable ear came, and Iger turned his head to look at Hermione: "It sounds like a kiss..."

"Looks like..." Harry grinned.

"Recorded?" Iger glanced at the tape recorder in Harry's hand.

"Recorded." Harry nodded.

"I don't think he cares about that..." Iger shrugged.

Harry's smile gradually changed. "But I think Fred and George would care... I'm sure they'd be willing to pay a premium for it."

"That's true..." Iger nodded.

At this moment, in the screaming shack, Ron looked at Lavender Brown who was lying on the ground in front of him with horror, and desperately tore the dirty fat hand that was covering him.

Behind Ron, a fat woman with a half-bald head and eyes and eyes firmly covered Ron's mouth, and then a worn wand in her hand tapped Ron's waist lightly, and Ron suddenly fell to the ground with a plop. .

"Wow..." Harry grinned. "Did they fall to the ground kissing?"

"It's hard to say..." Agger smiled while holding his chin.

Two minutes later, the expressions on the faces of the three gradually became puzzled.

"Why is there no movement?" Harry frowned and looked at Iger.

"Could it be..." Iger squeezed his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's over?"

Snapped.

Hermione patted Iger angrily: "Is something wrong?"

"Shouldn't it be possible?" Egger rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Who would come here? We are the only ones who know here, and Sirius and the others..."

"Iger." Harry slammed Iger's shoulder: "Will it be..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the screaming shed opened, and the three of Iger hurriedly hid behind the mound. Behind the door, a fat woman dragged a box and walked out with scattered eyes.

"Who is she?" Harry was about to cry out, and Iger quickly put his hand on Harry's mouth.

"Let go of me, Ron he..." Harry struggled to get rid of Iger's hand.

"Calm down." Iger gritted his teeth: "If something happens to Ron, she will definitely pay for her life, but the most important thing now is to find out who she is and what she is going to do. It should be easy to pack a person in the box. I I don't think the other party is trying to kill him... It may not even come to him, you go to the house and take a look, I will follow her... "

"Huanghua." Iger called softly into the air, and the flames appeared in the air. The little phoenix flapped its wings and landed on Iger's shoulder and raised his head arrogantly: "What's the matter?"

"Come in with them, and tell me immediately if you find anything." Iger whispered.

Huanghua turned his head to look at the two of them, glanced at Harry with messy hair, and moved his paws to stand on Hermione's shoulders.

Iger looked in the direction of the fat woman. Seeing that the other party was about to go to the place where the apparition could be made on the street, Iger disappeared in front of the two in an instant.

...

"Pull out your wand Harry..." Hermione whispered, Harry nodded, and the two walked quietly to the door of the Shrieking Shack.

"The curse is revealed..." Hermione leaned against the door frame, pointing her wand towards the door behind her, and the room was silent.

"Gu..." Huanghua rolled his jet-black eyes, a little confused about what the two of them were doing.

He still prefers Iger's way of doing things.

No matter what your routine is, I'll just swipe it over with a hammer...

Don't talk to me about any moves, routines, magic spells, just carry me a hammer and talk about it!

Don't tell me about rules, etiquette, ethics, in short, let's talk about it after the fight!

He flapped his wings and flew into the room. Harry and Hermione quickly followed. In one room, Lavender was lying on the floor without knowing his life or death.

Hermione quickly rushed to Lavender's side, holding Lavender's head in one hand and breathing.

"Passed out..." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's take her back to school first, Iger will be back in a while, Huanghua, you go and tell Iger about the situation here." Huanghua grunted, his body glowing with fire , and disappeared into the air in an instant.

On the other side, Iger watched as the fat woman dragged the big box and disappeared into the street, and behind her, Huang Hua flapped her wings and landed on Iger's shoulder.

"There's a girl in the room." Huanghua said simply, "passed out."

Iger nodded and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

The other party did not kill Lavender, which means that Ron should not be in danger.

Feeling the trace of the other party's Apparition, Iger's figure also disappeared into the air.

Somewhere on the coast of Scotland, in a simple little house, a fat woman is sitting on a chair with dull eyes while guarding the suitcase.

Outside the room, Iger frowned as he watched the situation in the room through the window.

It looked like he was under the Imperius Curse, so he should be waiting for someone here.

But who is it?

Iger frowned, how dare he rob people in Hogsmeade?

It has been more than half an hour, and Iger's face is a little ugly. It seems that the other party does not intend to come, otherwise he will not wait so long.

Expose yourself?

Pushing the door into the house, the fat woman didn't seem to realize Iger's appearance. Iger stunned the fat woman with a spell and opened the suitcase.

Inside the suitcase, the red-haired Ron slept soundly and didn't seem to feel that he was knocked out.

Closing the suitcase with a click, Iger shoved the suitcase into his arms and turned to look at the fat woman.

"The original form appeared." Iger's voice was cold.

The fat woman suddenly transformed into a strange shape, slowly turning into a bald and wretched fat man in Iger's eyes.

Big fat Iger also knows.

Peter Pettigrew…

Iger immediately opened Peter Pettigrew's eyelids, and sent a Legilimency to his eyes.

It's a pity that Peter Pettigrew's memories since the escape from prison have all been tampered with, and he only knows to bring Ron out. As for bringing him out, there is no useful information, and his head is in chaos.

Putting Peter Pettigrew into the bag, Iger disappeared in place with a snap, and appeared directly in the school doctor's office.

At the door of the school infirmary, Harry and Hermione were struggling to carry Lavender in.

"You're so fast, where's Ron?" Harry rushed over in a hurry.

"I'm asleep. When they wake up, get them some tranquilizers." Iger took out the suitcase and disappeared again in the school doctor's room.

"Dumbledore ~Professor~"

With a snap, Iger's figure appeared in the principal's room, and he started shouting as soon as he appeared.

"Noisy kid..." Phineas hummed in dissatisfaction.

"None of your business... stinky old man." Iger muttered.

"Hey! This stinky boy is going to go against the sky!" Phineston jumped up and down: "Look, I'll open the door for you again!"

"He doesn't need to..." Slytherin reminded kindly with his arms crossed.

Phineas: "..."

The **** devil brat...

"Ah... Iger, what's the matter?" Dumbledore's soft and old voice sounded above his head. The old man was walking down the stairs of the bedroom cheerfully, and it seemed that he had just woken up from a nap.

"Ron was just kidnapped." Iger said, looking at Dumbledore.

"It's strange." Dumbledore's blue eyes glanced at Iger: "I really can't think of anything else in the Weasley family that can be extorted..."

Old man, are you cursing?

Iger glanced at Dumbledore blankly.

"So... who is it?" Dumbledore looked at Iger curiously.

"Peter Pettigrew, but someone put the Imperius Curse and tampered with his memory." Iger took out a fat man from his arms and kicked it, and Peter Pettigrew suddenly fell to the ground softly.

"It's miserable. Looking at this picture, it shouldn't be much better than being in Azkaban..." Dumbledore glanced at Peter Pettigrew in amazement, stretched out his wand and tapped on Peter's head, then kept silent. He retracted his wand aloud.

"How is it, Professor, do you have any clues?" Iger looked at Dumbledore curiously.

"Nothing to gain. It seems that the man did it very cleanly and left nothing behind." Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "As for him...if he can, I hope..."

"Don't even think about it..." Iger grabbed Peter Pettigrew's hair and stuffed it into the bag.

Bang!

The door closed, and Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile.

He didn't really want to hand Peter Pettigrew to Iger, and there could only be two results for Iger.

Peter Pettigrew is either killed by Sirius or Remus, no other possibility...

As for Iger, probably profit from it... at least a few hundred Galleons.

"That kid is really getting more and more arrogant." Phineas yelled irritably: "You didn't hear how he talked to me just now!"

"Among the people I know, he has the softest attitude compared to his own strength." Dumbledore didn't seem to mind what Phineas said: "Never mind Grindelwald or Tom Riddle. Well, they have all lost themselves under the rapid progress of strength. Compared with this, Iger is at most lazy, greedy, and rebellious... I'm really thankful..."

"Heh..." Phineas sneered: "Thank you Merlin..."

...

With a plop, Pettigrew Peter was thrown in front of Sirius by Iger.

"You look at it."

Iger really lived up to Dumbledore's expectations. At this time, he was putting his legs on the desk of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, leaning on the chair and looking at Sirius leisurely.

Sirius looked at Pettigrew Peter, who fell to the ground, and grinned: "It will satisfy you..."

It is said that dogs are meddling with mice, but in Sirius' view, this kind of thing is definitely not meddling...

This rat made him stay in Azkaban for twelve years, let the Potter family die, and let Harry grow up alone.

This kind of thing is unforgivable in Sirius's eyes no matter what.

"How long is he going to sleep?" Sirius stared intently at Peter Pettigrew.

"My spellcasting level is at least half an hour away..." Iger scratched his ears and said casually.

"Please also call Remus for me, I want to witness this exciting moment with him..." The smile on Sirius's face gradually became crazy.

"Wait..." Iger muttered.

In Diagon Alley, Remus stood in high spirits at the door of the newly renovated shop. He couldn't help but smile happily. He felt that life suddenly took off.

Immediately, the air in front of him was in a trance, and a small slender hand was placed on his shoulder, whizzing around, and Remus fell headlong on the soft chair behind the desk in the classroom.

"What's the situation?" Remus looked bewildered.

The only thing he could think of was that he was suddenly Apparated by Iger...

This child's Apparition is getting more and more proficient, and people can directly drag people from space before they fully appear...

It's a good thing Remus thinks it's a good thing to do it for someone else to do this except for splitting.

But the question is, what if you just pooped?

There was a burst of magical laughter, Remus shook his dizzy head, and his eyes fell on Peter Pettigrew who fell to the ground.

"As Iger said, this is really where we never meet..." Remus' eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he stood up with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I've been waiting for this day for years, hahaha..." Sirius laughed, as if he had returned to the state he was in when he was just released from prison.

"Calm down..." Remus squeezed Sirius' shoulders, and Sirius calmed down a bit.

"Let's witness this moment together, Remus hahahahahaha..." Sirius's voice was frantic, like crying but not laughing, but Iger couldn't bear to look directly at Sirius.

You're not actually last name Blake, are you?

Your surname is Uchiha, right?

This full of style Uchiha laughs Iger can't bear to complain.

Everyone in the Black family seems to have a paranoid and crazy factor. Once they decide something, they will be crazy and obsessed with it to the end.

Bellatrix, for example, is madly infatuated with Voldemort.

For example, Sirius, the brothers have been together for a lifetime, and they are Gryffindors.

Regulus, for example, resolutely defended the glory of pure blood, and for this reason he betrayed Voldemort, who was in his prime.

And the cousin of Sirius, who can't remember her name, hates the idea of ​​pure-blood glory, fell in love with a Muggle and gave birth to Tonks.

Sirius stared blankly at Peter Pettigrew for a few seconds, then took a step back with a pale face.

The next second suddenly burst out~www.NovelMTL.com~ As soon as the curse hit Peter Pettigrew, Peter Pettigrew on the ground lost his life in an instant.

Looking at Sirius, Iger shook his head slightly.

He felt that Sirius was quite kind.

In exchange for being betrayed and suffering so many grievances, Iger felt that he would definitely bring that person to the ground...

No matter how crazy Sirius hated him before, after all, he was a friend who grew up together since childhood, and he still had a lot of psychological obstacles when he was really killed.

"It's over?" Remus' face was also not very good-looking, and his eyes looked a little empty.

"It's over..." Sirius nodded dazedly.

"How do you feel?" The corners of Iger's mouth twitched.

"Very bad..." Sirius shook his head mockingly: "Because I found out that even if I killed him, it wouldn't solve the problem, but instead I got my hands dirty..."