Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

During dinner, the Granger family kept asking Iger about the magical world.

"Can wizards make food directly?" Jane looked at Iger and asked curiously

Iger shook his head: "Even magic can't be created out of nothing. Everything has to follow a law, but we can temporarily change the shape of some things."

Saying that, Iger waved his hand, and a few birds chirped and flew around the dining table. Iger snapped his fingers, and the birds dissipated with a bang.

"I always thought that our family Hermione would become a lawyer or a doctor in the future. It would be good to inherit our dental hospital, but now it seems that she has a better choice?" Chris rubbed He He. Min's small head, Hermione squinted like a kitten, looking very happy.

Immediately looking at Iger who was eating a turkey leg, Hermione asked worriedly: "When I go to school, will I get poor grades? I mean... I'm a little nervous. Iger, you are so good."

"Don't say that." Iger licked the oil on his lips: "Actually, I don't know anything about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Spell lessons."

"How many classes?" Hermione asked.

"Of course..." Iger shrugged: "Potion, divination, history of magic, magical creatures class, flying class... a lot of mess."

Looking at Hermione who was a little worried, Iger shook his head and handed over his wand: "One wave, one shake, the spell is Wingadim Leviosa, pay attention to the pronunciation, you can try it with your knife ."

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Iger eagerly: "I... can I?"

"Of course, as I said, you are gifted with magic." Iger nodded.

Hermione nervously looked at her knife and flicked her wrist: "Wingardim Leviosa!"

Immediately, the knife floated up in Hermione's eyes, and when Hermione moved the tip of her staff, the knife also changed to another position.

The Grangers looked at their daughter with obvious pride.

Before long, there was a knock on the door, Chris opened the door, and a dark-faced man in a robe stood outside the door.

"Are you looking for Iger?" Mr. Granger asked, looking at the other party's clothes.

The visitor nodded: "Excuse me, sir."

Iger looked in the direction of the living room door and laughed: "Kingsley, how are you doing recently?"

"I feel bad with you around..." Kingsley glanced at Iger: "Children who haven't gone to school won't touch the trace when they use magic, but when they use a wand, it's different. This is my area of ​​responsibility. , Iger, you shouldn't lend a wand to a child."

"I'm a child too..." Iger looked at Kingsley eagerly.

"Don't talk about that, we all know that you are different from Iger." Kingsley shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with Iger's actions.

Iger looked at him for a long time, then his face collapsed, and he looked at Kingsley pitifully: "Please... help?"

Kingsley looked at Iger and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, but you have to promise me that you can't teach too dangerous spells, I know Iger, Dumbledore said you might also know the Killing Curse, I don't at all Doubt your ability to cast it..."

Iger snorted: "I can't use it, you are here to tell me this?"

Kingsley looked at Iger, hesitant to say anything, then he thought about it and said, "Bad news for you, Iger, Mrs. Morrissey has passed away."

Iger felt his heart beating violently, and a trace of black air came out of his body, and then disappeared into his chest.

"When?" Iger was startled.

"On the day you broke out silently, I went to communicate with her in person. I said that you came to the magic world, someone will take care of you in the future, and you lived a good life. Then she asked me if wizards could take out people's memories." Kingsley's voice was low, and he reached out and handed a small bottle with silver ripples in the bottle: "She walked away with a smile, you don't have to worry, here is the memory of when she picked you up, she thinks it might have something to do with you. help."

Iger reached out and took the small bottle in a dazed way, not knowing what to say.

"If you have time, go see her. The location is in the cemetery in the western suburbs." Kingsley touched Iger's head: "We will all accompany you, Iger, you are not alone."

Iger felt a little choked in his throat, so he hummed.

A few minutes later, Kingsley said goodbye to the Granger family and hurried away. Chris stepped forward and hugged Iger's shoulder with a soft voice.

"Child, you still have us." Chris patted Iger on the shoulder and said, "This will always be your home."

"Thank you, Mr. Granger..." Iger grinned.

Death is not terrible. Maybe Mrs. Hull is now looking at the new world with curiosity? Like myself?

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Iger wiped the corners of his eyes, returned to the table, and put the bottle containing Mrs. Hull's memory in the bag: "I'll go see her at night."

"Cheer up, Iger." Chris smiled: "And call me Uncle Chris."

"Call me Aunt Jane." Jane smiled softly at Iger holding her chin.

Hermione looked at Iger, and after thinking about it, she opened her mouth: "Just call me Hermione, not my sister."

When the voice fell, several people laughed.

Late at night, in the cemetery in the western suburbs of London, Iger stood silently in front of a stone tablet.

'Hull Morriss, a loving and great orphanage director. ’

There was a line of words engraved on the stone tablet. Iger wiped his finger lightly, and the words of the head of the orphanage disappeared immediately, and he wrote a few words on it.

'A loving and great mother...'

"At least that's what I think, right?" Iger's eyes were red.

…

"Mother Hull, why is our surname vicious?"

The young boy asked curiously while sitting in the arms of an old woman.

"I was also an orphan at the time, and my name was the surname of the person who adopted me, Hull." The old woman's wrinkled lips parted: "Later some people laughed at me as an orphan, and I beat them hard, and said They stole their eggs and smashed them into the windows of their house, and they've called me Vicious Hale since then."

"Do you know why you are called Iger? Little Egg?" The old lady Hull laughed with a smug look: "In their eyes, this is vicious, but in my eyes, it is strong and unyielding, Mo Doesn't Rises sound nice?"

"Oh..." The child nodded.

…

Since then, Iger has lived in the Granger family. In view of Iger's daily idleness, the Grangers asked him to take Hermione to and from school and buy some ingredients for dinner.

The only thing that made Iger feel a little uncomfortable was that the Granger family had to pray every day before eating, and Iger didn't know what they believed.

Anyway, since Iger came to the magic world, he converted to Merlin...

Merlin definitely won't let him pray before cooking, so troublesome...

All the way to Hermione's school gate, the bell rang, and a large group of children squeaked out. Hermione was carrying her schoolbag and bowed her head, and walked out of the school a little puffed up.

A few girls behind her walked past her with a smile, and tugged at Hermione's unkempt hair as they passed by.

"The front teeth! A little bit!"

"I really doubt whether she washes her hair. Look at that bird's nest-like hair."

"What's so great about studying, nerd!" A girl snorted, and then several little girls walked past Iger, turning their heads and shouting to Hermione, "Look, Granger's boyfriend is here to pick him up. She is!"

There was another burst of laughter, Hermione blushed like a ripe tomato, wiping tears, reaching out and pulling Iger's arm to leave, Iger smiled and followed Hermione away, turning around with a finger. , the front teeth of several girls suddenly grew crazy, and a few birds flew in the sky and dropped **** on their heads.

The front teeth are plugged with great sticks!

Hearing the screams coming from behind, Hermione turned her head in surprise, and immediately saw Iger's smiling eyes.

"Of course I don't care about a few Muggle girls." Iger grinned: "But there's always a lesson, right?"

Hermione burst out laughing, blushing red, and walked home holding Iger's hand.

"Tomorrow is Halloween. Although it's not as good as Christmas, you should prepare some presents." Iger thought for a while: "Want to take a look at Diagon Alley?"

Hermione's eyes lit up, she nodded, and looked at Iger expectantly.

The two returned home and put down the vegetables they bought and Hermione's schoolbag. Iger took Hermione's little hand and said, "The first Apparition may be disgusting, I hope you feel better."

Hermione was a little puzzled, and then there was a twist, a squeeze, deformation, expansion and contraction, and then a comfortable feeling came, Hermione gasped.

"Where is this?" Hermione looked at Iger and asked dizzy.

"The entrance of the Leaky Cauldron." Iger smiled: "You will know when you go in."

As soon as the two entered the door, old Tom immediately bowed to Iger and smiled ingratiatingly: "Ah... Mr. Morriss, our future great wizard, it's been a long time."

"Good evening, Mr. Tom, please help me prepare some butterbeer, I'll be back to get it later." Iger nodded with a smile, and led Hermione to a broom room where several wooden barrels were stored.

With a stroke of Iger's wand, a wooden barrel slid over. Iger stepped on the wooden barrel, tapped his wand next to the gap in the wall, the wall slowly deformed, and a lively alley appeared in front of the two of them.

Hermione looked at everything in front of her in surprise. A few bats flew by in the air from time to time. At the door of the pet store passing by, the owls didn't move, their heads turned 180 degrees and looked at the two of them.

Diagon Alley is very lively at night. There are many circus performances of magical creatures. The shops on the roadside are illuminated with colorful lights. Against the backdrop of ancient buildings, they look magical and wonderful.

A few children in robes ran hula-la, chasing a few naughty and flying bubbles. Every time they chased one, the bubbles exploded a bunch of ribbons with a 'pop', and occasionally brought out a few more. candy.

"I heard that there is a chocolate factory for Muggles in the United States. The owner is named Willy Wonka. He can make candy out of flowers..." Iger laughed.

God knows whether there is Willy Wonka in this world, it is said that the guy is a magician. ①

"Where are we going now?" Hermione's face flushed with excitement, looking at Iger excitedly.

"Gringotts, let's get some money and then buy some things. I can buy the wand for you first." Iger smiled and brought Hermione to Gringotts.

Pulling Hermione behind him, Iger whispered, "Follow me closely, these goblins are not friendly at all, selfish and greedy..."

Hermione nodded nervously, her little hand firmly tugging at Iger's sleeve.

The key to the vault was sent to him by Hagrid this morning. Iger took out the key and walked to a counter.

"Iger Morrissey."

The demon in front of him looked at Iger carefully, nodded, and led the two of them in a car to the door of the vault.

As soon as the library door opened, Iger's eyes suddenly widened, and Hermione screamed in surprise.

At this time, there was a hill of gold coins more than half a meter high, which was several thousand Galleons.

"Are you sure you didn't go wrong?" Iger turned to look at the goblin beside him.

"You can give it to us if you don't want it." The goblin beside him laughed.

Iger walked into the warehouse in disbelief, and placed a note where he could see.

'Mrs Morriss prefers that I give you the money.

Hope you can use it properly.

The rest was exchanged for you by Hagrid.

As a Halloween present.

—Albus Dumbledore’

"More than seven thousand Galleons, that's a lot of money." The little goblin behind him narrowed his eyes: "It's really enviable."

"I personally think that there are more important things in this world than money, Mr. Goblin." Iger grabbed a handful of Galleons and stuffed them into Hermione's hands, then put another hundred Galleons in the bag, and turned back to the cart. : "But it does feel good to have money, doesn't it?"

"Sorry, Iger, although I really don't want to say that, but you said you were an orphan before?" Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

Iger smiled: "Then I should put it another way. I am a very valuable orphan."

After a while, Ollivander's wand shop.

Ollivander looked at Iger and smiled: "When I heard that you lived in a Muggle family, I was thinking, when will you come to me with another little wizard, but you have come a long time ago. Earlier than I thought, Mr Morrissey."

"Happy Halloween, Mr. Ollivander." Iger looked at him with a smile: "We had an agreement."

"Ah... Of course." Ollivander nodded with a smile, waved his wand, and a tape measure flew over to measure Hermione's height and arm.

"Try this one." Looking at the data on the notebook, Ollivander took out a wand: "The combination of grapevine wood and dragon heartstring is a bold attempt, how about a try?"

Hermione took the wand, and a wisp of gentle wind blew across the old hut in an instant.

"It turns out that my vision is very accurate, although sometimes there are some strange guests, such as Mr. Morriss, you..." Ollivander pointed to Iger and said with a smile.

"I just tried two." Iger spread his hands.

"You are the kind of person who is suitable for all wands, but obviously not all wands are worthy of you." Ollivander looked at Iger with cloudy eyes: "I even have to doubt my common sense for many years."

After Iger gave the money, he took Hermione and left the shop of the rambunctious old man. Ollivander was right, it was a 30% discount.

"She looks so beautiful." Hermione held her wand fondly, and the wand was engraved with a graceful ivy pattern.

"You look prettier." Iger smiled, and then Hermione's face turned red...

…

"Why do we buy so much beef?" Hermione looked at Iger strangely.

Iger quickly shrank the beef, wrapped it up, and threw it into the bag: "Buckbeak will like it."

"Buckbeak?" Hermione looked at Iger strangely.

"A hippogriff, a stupid big guy." Iger nodded.