Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

I'm so stupid, really...

Iger's head was buzzing as he looked at Hermione.

Did your little liar wink me just now?

Oh woman, your name is deceit...

No, no, no, now is not the time to think about these things. The current situation is, what should we do now?

"Two." Iger blurted out while his thoughts were spinning.

"You just hesitated for half a second." Hermione's face turned black.

"nonono...I didn't, you felt wrong, I clearly blurted out." Iger quickly adjusted the expression on his face and snorted calmly.

I'm not lying...

Although we like beautiful women, we haven't seen one love the other, okay?

The corners of Hermione's mouth curled up, she snorted softly, and rolled the dice at will. The sound of clattering resounded on the dining table. Iger looked at Yao Minqi's number, two o'clock, the smallest.

Nice!

Just as Iger was about to open his mouth, he saw Yao Minqi pick up the cup and sip it away: "Come again!"

The corners of Iger's mouth twitched, and I'll come again, until you can't drink it. Sooner or later, when you're sincere...

Sip a glass of wine, whoever counsels who is a dog!

Iger thinks so, but things often don't turn out as expected.

"I'm cowardly, I'm cowardly... I really can't drink anymore..." An hour later, Iger murmured while lying on the table, and the Dandantang trio was wiped out.

Harry and Ron lay on the table without knowing whether they were alive or dead, Hermione blushed, and You Mengyu groaned while holding her forehead.

Yao Minqi looked at the group of arrogant children in front of her, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. Let's talk about two years in the cellar...

"I clearly remember... You are always drunk by Sirius..." Iger resisted the desire to vomit, and looked at Yao Minqi with bewildered eyes.

"Yeah..." Yao Minqi snorted softly, "But you are not him."

Iger squinted his eyes, always feeling like he was grabbing something, but the drowsy brain kept pulling at his eyelids, and finally fell on the table with a plop.

...

"What did she say last night?" Harry looked at Iger eagerly.

It was already the next morning, and it was the weekend. After drinking the potion, a few arrogant children huddled together beside the fireplace in the Gryffindor lounge, all of them looking lethargic.

"I don't remember what she said..." Fred's face was still pale: "But I remember how she drank..."

"It's terrible...Is she the reincarnation of Dionysus..." George looked haggard: "She can drink better than Angelina..."

"I vaguely remember... She seemed to say something at the end." Iger's face was ugly: "Unfortunately, I was cut off. Speaking of which, how did I get back last night?"

Hermione pressed Iger's head on her leg and rubbed gently: "Huanghua sent you back, but we succeeded, I still remember some..."

"How?" Harry turned to look at Hermione.

"She should like Sirius, otherwise I don't think Sirius should get drunk on her..." Hermione muttered with some lack of confidence: "Her drinking is terrible..."

"Yeah, it's the first time I've seen such a woman who can drink." Iger muttered, and it seemed that he didn't want to drink anymore.

Harry Hing ran away in a hurry. It seemed that he was going to ventilate Sirius. Iger didn't know when Sirius planned to attack. In short, he had no fighting power at all.

A group of people were drunk by Yao Minqi alone and could not retaliate...

For a long time, Harry rushed in from outside the tower, looking at several people excitedly: "Sirius wants to confess."

"Yeah, he told me yesterday." Iger pouted: "But I don't think the possibility is very high."

"But seeing Teacher Yao's reaction last night..." Hermione frowned.

Iger shook his head slightly: "That's just a reaction. I admit that she is likely to like Sirius, but that doesn't mean anything." Iger shook his head slightly, and then hesitantly took out a small pink bottle from his arms: "Or else..."

Hermione immediately stretched out her hand and snatched the small bottle, giving Iger a stern look.

"Think of something normal."

After saying something fierce, Hermione took the small bottle and left.

"I still have." Iger looked at Harry and smacking his lips dryly.

Harry: "..."

Perhaps because of the weekend, Hogsmeade is beautiful tonight. Flocks of little flower demons flew over the village, and a few black big-eyed bats flashed in the air from time to time. .

For the first time, Sirius and Yao Minqi appeared in the store of Duke Honey tonight.

Ignoring a group of students with curious eyes, Yao Minqi happily picked out candy, and Sirius stood behind Yao Minqi with a graceful demeanor, giving her advice from time to time.

"Where are we going?" Yao Minqi turned her head to look at Sirius, and seemed very satisfied with Sirius' performance today.

Sirius had long been impatient with waiting. As an adult, a place like Honey Duke was really not suitable for him.

Subconsciously, the name of the bar was about to blurt out, and a voice suddenly came from my ear: "Stop!"

Iger's voice sounded in his ears, and Sirius was stunned for a while, and then quickly shut up.

"Say, there is a new restaurant on the banks of the Seine, do you want to try it together?" Iger's voice sounded.

Sirius suddenly asked in a similar manner.

"France? Could it be too far..." Yao Minqi looked at Sirius staring blankly.

"Not far, not far at all." Sirius said cheerfully: "We have Iger."

Just as he was talking, Iger's figure just happened to appear outside the glass window of Duke Honey.

Yao Minqi smiled helplessly, when did this guy get enlightened?

After finding Iger, Iger immediately enthusiastically helped the two appear on the streets of Paris, France.

Perhaps because Iger was too unpopular, after Iger sent the two to the restaurant on the banks of the Seine, the entire restaurant was vaguely surrounded by the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic.

"Mr Morriss..."

A tall blond man looked at Iger and smiled helplessly: "What is this time for?"

"Send a friend to dinner." Iger grinned and pointed to the restaurant beside him.

"Ah... the last descendant of the Black family... I have heard of him, a very strong man." The blond man smiled: "But I must remind you that this is smuggling."

"so?" Iger glanced at the man.

I just smuggled in, what do you think?

"So... do you need us to do the formalities for you?" The man was stunned when he looked at Iger, muttering weakly, his dog-legged look was very different from the one just now.

Iger: "..."

He suddenly remembered a problem in a game in his previous life.

Occupy Paris before all French soldiers surrender...

This is simply an unsolvable problem.

You are so cowardly, does your minister know?

Waving his hand to signal the man not to bother him, Iger left a black big-eyed bat in the corner of the restaurant to peek at the situation of the two of them. In the next second, Iger's figure reappeared above the Eiffel Tower.

Lying quietly on the railing of Tiet, Tim Gambey, who was on top of Iger's head, kept coming from the voice of the two of them talking.

It seems that the common sense that Iger taught Sirius has played a role. Today, Sirius seems to be enlightened a lot, and can always cleverly avoid some death minefields.

Listening to the conversation between the two silently, Iger counted down while eating dog food.

Seeing that the topic of the two was on the emotional side, Iger's mouth was slightly raised, and he stretched out his finger and pointed to the void in front of him.

'boom'…

A huge fireworks splashed above the iron tower, and gorgeous and enchanting golden-red fireworks slowly scattered from the sky.

Next to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant, the two turned their heads to look, and happened to see the scene of fireworks exploding.

The ancient and weather-beaten iron tower was quietly illuminated by fireworks, and the bright fireworks bloomed in layers above the tower, as if covering half of the sky.

The voice of Sirius finally came out of Tim Gamber's mouth.

Iger grinned, and he heard Yao Minqi's voice of agreement.

Bang bang bang, a few fireworks exploded again, Iger saw the helpless figures of a group of French Aurors below the iron tower, and waved to the group of people from afar, and Iger's figure disappeared instantly.

Iger didn't think about how the French Ministry of Magic would deal with this matter, but Iger felt that they should still be more experienced...

The two people with smirks flashed back to Hogsmeade, and Iger turned and ran away quickly.

After eating the dog food, he really didn't want to smell the sour smell emanating from the two of them...

Looking at the streets of Hogsmeade, which became extraordinarily lively as it entered the night, Iger gradually disappeared into a small alley where a dilapidated and outdated tavern opened.

The tavern's plaque depicts a grotesque pig's head...

Pig's Head Bar.

Unlike the warm and hot style of the Three Broomsticks Bar, most of the guests at the Pig's Head Bar appear here in a masked way, and the masking methods are different. Bring your own mug...

In fact, although the Pig's Head Bar is a bit quieter than the Three Brooms on weekdays, it is still lively in the bar at night, and most of the guests who come are still covered.

Just like when Iger came in, there were already eight or nine masked people sitting at different tables in the bar.

Iger turned his head and glanced. In the corner, two people with the same masked style were selling something to a man in black robes. The transaction between the two sides seemed to have been done many times. Iger noticed that the two masked men sold to the black robe There are pictures of the robed man, and there are a few red hairs on the back of the masked man's head...

Iger grinned, he thought the picture was a little too funny.

It feels like a fig leaf...

Iger can guess who the two masked men are, and who is the man in black...

Glancing at the inadvertently revealed photo, Iger saw what Harley looked like...

What's more, these twins are really business materials...

Can this thing be sold?

Is this for a rainy day?

The other masked people in the room were basically trading, some trading magical animals, some trading potions or some strange items.

Seeing Iger's figure, a group of people seemed a little surprised.

The three people in the corner froze when they saw Iger, then hurriedly finished the transaction and left quickly...

The three of them hurried past Iger, each with a guilty conscience...

Ignoring the few figures who escaped, Iger sat quietly at a table, took out a bottle of wine and a glass from his arms and drank it on his own.

How to **** off a guy who runs a bar?

Bring your own drink and drink it in front of him!

This old man is so mad!

Aberforth behind the bar didn't seem to see it, as if he didn't mind at all, wiping the wine glass on his own, the more he wiped, the more dirty he became...

Iger glanced around the store, and then his eyes fell on the portrait of a **** the wall.

The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. Standing quietly and indifferently in the frame, Iger couldn't help but feel a little emotional. They were all portraits. How could Sir Cadogan look like a mad dog?

However, Iger could see that Sir Cadogan should be his own personality, and the personality of this portrait should be given by someone else.

Drinking the wine in the glass by himself, the number of guests in the bar is gradually decreasing. It seems that Iger's appearance is too much pressure for this group of people who are likely to be dark wizards. Everyone must be trembling before leaving. Looking at Iger, Iger was dumbfounded.

Soon, only Aberforth and Iger were left in the bar.

"It's the first time we've officially met, sir?" Iger looked at Aberforth and grinned.

Aberforth didn't speak, and was still wiping the glass to himself.

"So... Peter Pettigrew was released by you?" Iger narrowed his eyes.

There is only one person who can match Iger's inference.

He doesn't plan to rely on any monitor anymore, it's rare that he is in such a good mood, so he can just go over there.

Don't talk to me about any tricks, routines, this is not in line with the design of labor and capital.

Aberforth's movements stopped, and Dumbledore-like eyes looked at Iger. After a depressing silence in the room, Aberforth finally spoke slowly.

"He was at the Ministry of Magic and overheard the mute talk and they negotiated that they wanted you to be the mute." Aberforth's voice sounded almost identical to Albus's: "I do want, big time. converter…"

"For your sister?" Iger was expressionless.

"Looks like you know." Aberforth's voice sounded a little lost: "My brother has always told me... the fixed past cannot be changed."

"He's right." Iger raised his eyebrows: "So, you still insist on wanting?"

"I haven't tried it~www.NovelMTL.com~ No one knows if it can be changed..." Aberforth's voice became more and more lonely.

"You really want to see her?" Iger narrowed his eyes.

Aberforth was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes..."

"I can lend you the Resurrection Stone, for Dumbledore's sake..." Iger said softly, "In fact, the Resurrection Stone was originally his..."

Aberforth seemed to be struggling a bit, and then looked at Iger seriously: "Is it really impossible to change what has been decided?"

"Of course..." Iger nodded: "For example, a bad thing has happened now, but you have to go back to the past and change it. In fact, if you really change this bad thing, then this It's not going to happen, but you've been through that bad thing, so it proves that there's really no way to change it."

Iger smacked his lips: "It sounds confusing, but that's probably what it means..."

Aberforth's eyes grew dim, and the **** the wall looked at Aberforth gently and shook her head slightly.