Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Once again, I came to the Department of Mysteries under the Ministry of Magic. Iger said hello to Tito, turned the time converter and left.

The weird flying feeling around him reappeared, and after a long while, the surrounding things slowly returned to their normal state.

The moment the sole of his feet stepped on the ground, Iger looked forward. Right in front of him, a figure with horns on his head was slowly disappearing.

"This feeling is amazing." Iger grinned and muttered with interest.

Tito glanced at Iger, turned and returned to the office again.

With a self-indulgent shrug, Iger turned and left the Department of Mysteries, and sat in the elevator up and down the stairs of the Ministry of Magic.

Taking the elevator from the ninth underground floor to the Auror headquarters on the second underground floor, Iger's appearance seemed to attract a lot of attention. From time to time, people rushed up to greet Iger, hoping to become familiar with Iger.

Dealing with the people around him generously and decently, Iger managed to get away from the crowd and stood at the door of the Auror headquarters.

The atmosphere in the Auror's office didn't seem to be much different from the corridor outside. Perhaps it was because it belonged to the executive department, and the headquarters was very lively at this time.

Dangdang knocked on the door of the office, and the originally noisy environment in the room suddenly quieted down. The corners of Iger's mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes looked softly at Aisha behind Scrimgeour in the innermost part of the office.

"Excuse me." Iger grinned, and the people around shouted again with interest, as if no one noticed Iger.

Scrimgeour's face was like a black pot, and it seemed that Iger's arrival was very unwelcome.

But I can't help it, I have to endure it...

"Why are you here?" Seeing Iger's figure appearing at the door of the office, Aisha hurried out, looking at Iger with surprise in her eyes.

"I missed you, are you free?" Iger looked at Aisha with a smile, only to realize that, before he knew it, his height was about to catch up with Aisha.

Elsa is 1.7 meters tall, while Iger, who is fourteen years old, is in his early 1.6 meters.

"Of course, I seem to be the only one in the whole department who is the least busy, and Rufus is unwilling to give me the job..." Iger gave Iger an angry look, and Aisha couldn't help but chuckle.

"Let's go then." Iger reached out and gently pulled Aisha's arm, and the two figures disappeared in place with a snap.

The figures of the two had just disappeared, and the originally noisy office was quiet again. A group of Aurors looked at each other in dismay, and couldn't help turning their heads to look at their office director.

Scrimgeour's face darkened even more...

Unlike the slick Fudge, Scrimgeour was the earnest and old-fashioned type, which was why he didn't compete with Fudge in the first place.

But to Iger, his thoughts are not important...

A few seconds later, at the door of the Broken Cauldron Bar, the air crackled, and the two figures of Iger emerged from the air.

"God, openly absent from work..." Elsa sighed helplessly: "I can probably think of Rufus' face."

"Then he will have to endure it for me." Iger curled his lips: "I have nothing to say because of my ability. How much money do I invest in the Ministry of Magic every year? Don't have this privilege yet?"

Elsa: "..."

It's not easy for bribery to be as tall as you say...

The two walked into the bar, and Tom arranged a room wisely, brought a bottle of whisky and a few plates of snacks, and then happily left.

"I like this bar very much." Iger grinned at the closed door. "Although it's a bit broken, old Tom is very good at doing business."

"Of course..." Elsa looked at Iger with a smile on her chin: "No one in the magic world doesn't like this place."

Iger nodded, this is true.

As the end or entrance of Diagon Alley, the popularity of Old Tom's pub is unmatched by other pubs, and the only comparable pub in the whole of the UK is probably Hogsmeade's Three Broomsticks.

"Tell me, why did you suddenly think of coming to me?" Aisha looked at Iger with her chin up, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and her sly smile was like a little fox.

"Emmm..." Iger poured a glass of whisky, took a sip, then let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned back in the chair leisurely: "I just came back from fourteen years ago..."

Aisha's smile froze for a while, and looked at Iger with resentment in her eyes: "For you, the journey is an instant, but I have waited for more than five years..."

Iger grinned a little embarrassedly: "Time conversion is a big deal, I can't use it too often, even me, I have to report here before using the converter."

Iger is telling the truth, and he can't guarantee that if he uses the time changer a lot of times, there will be any problems.

Elsa chuckled and pushed Iger lightly: "I'm teasing you, I'm not angry."

Iger smirked, took another sip of wine, and then looked at Aisha apologetically: "I'm sorry about the uncle and aunt... If I could have been earlier..."

"It's okay." Elsa smiled softly: "That's how fate is, I don't blame you."

Despite this, Iger still saw a trace of loss on Elsa's face, Iger moved the chair, reached out and hugged Elsa gently: "You and me."

The corners of Aisha's mouth twitched, and she put her hands over Iger's face and kissed her.

A chirp, very loud.

"Now... is there anything you want to say to me?" Elsa stared at Iger's face with burning eyes.

"emmm..." Iger twitched the corner of his mouth: "I'm sorry for making you wait so long..."

Aisha bit her lip looking at Iger, and then chuckled: "You really don't know how to chat..."

"I think so too." Iger grinned awkwardly.

"You should coax me at this time." Elsa looked at Iger seriously.

"I'm not very good at coaxing people." Iger's face collapsed and he muttered.

"How could you coax me when I was young?" Elsa laughed, pinching Iger's nose relentlessly.

"Isn't that a child..." Iger dodged Elsa's entanglement: "Besides, you don't look the same as ten years old now..."

"What? You prefer my ten-year-old appearance?" Elsa narrowed her eyes~www.NovelMTL.com~ and gently pinched Iger's chin.

"How could it be... Hahaha..." Aisha's ten-year-old image flashed through her mind, and Iger grinned awkwardly.

I'm not a lo*ic*n, I'm not a lo*ic*n, Amitabha, so good...

Aisha wrinkled her nose and snorted indistinctly, then rolled her eyes and turned her head to look at Iger with a smirk: "Then let's communicate in another way..."

His head was close to Iger's ear, and Elsa's warm breath made Iger's heart skip a beat.

He glanced at Iger's face with fascination, and his white lotus-like arms were lightly wrapped around Iger's shoulders. Aisha's voice was soft: "Brother wizard?"

Iger: "!!!"

Holy crap, where did the goblin come from?

Bah! Goblin, eat my old grandson!