Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

For the people of London, today is obviously not a happy day. An energy body that came from nowhere whizzed across London and raged in the streets.

The huge billboard was gently scraped, creating a huge hole, and even the wall below the billboard was scratched into deep pits.

On the dilapidated wall, thank you for your patronage silently. After all, no one could bear to say it again after seeing that miserable appearance...

Iger's mind was in chaos, and his eyes were pitch black. He didn't know what he was doing, but felt restless in his heart.

He heard the panicked screams of people, but Iger gradually regained his senses. He found that he was flying in the sky at a very fast speed, but he couldn't see his body, only the boiling black mist.

Stop now!

Iger shouted in panic, and then he dodged and landed in a small alley, and the black mist around him gradually disappeared.

Iger gasped in horror, calmed the throbbing deep in his heart, and hurriedly fled along the alley.

Just as Iger disappeared, there were two loud pops in the alley, and two men in robes instantly appeared at the place where Iger had just been.

"Where did he go?" A dark-faced man looked around: "God...the silent one! This power is really terrifying!"

"Don't worry, Kingsley..." A small man beside him advised: "Those who are silent are all children. There is no problem in the situation that they don't change. It's easy to deal with."

Kingsley held his wand and glanced helplessly at his colleagues beside him: "Only children can't beat you, Delix..."

"That's why I don't want to go on a mission with you, you're too upright..." Delix shrugged shyly, swept his wand around, and a series of clear footprints suddenly appeared in the alley, and Iger appeared to be running away in a panic. In front of the two: "This way."

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The showers in the air gradually subsided, but Iger felt a chill on his body.

He didn't dare to go back to the orphanage. The situation just now was too bad. The shop was destroyed and the street was destroyed by himself. The only thing Iger could do was not to hurt innocent people.

There were footsteps not far behind, and Iger suddenly turned his head to look at the person who came. Before he could see clearly, the person raised his hand towards Iger.

"Stunned!" The man who pointed his head pointed a short staff at Iger, and Iger threw himself to the side, dodging the oncoming red light.

"Don't touch Delixi!" Kingsley hurriedly stopped Delixi: "That's just a child!"

Delix hesitated for a moment, then retracted the wand in his hand.

Iger frowned at the two of them: "You...are you here to catch me?"

"We need to take you to treatment, child." Kingsley stepped forward, showing his kindness as much as possible, lest the other party be excited and change again.

Egger breathed a sigh of relief: "give me a reason why I should go with you."

"We are the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. You are a silent one. We need to take you to receive treatment, otherwise it will be very difficult for you to live. The silent people generally don't live to ten years old." Kingsley kept his words as much as possible. Simpler and clearer.

Iger was taken aback, Ministry of Magic? Auror? Isn't this in the book?

Did you pass through by yourself?

Iger looked at the two men in front of him. He was quite receptive, but he was still a little worried: "You guys... What's your name?"

"My name is Kingsley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, this is my colleague, Delix." Kingsley said kindly.

That's it! A note from the Order of the Phoenix...

Iger nodded: "Let's go quickly, lest I die..."

Kingsley was stunned for a moment, and looked at the boy who was on guard just now with some surprise.

"And...I hope you can help me send a letter to my old dean to tell her not to worry about me, and a beautiful girl named Aisha Smith, she loves me so much that I must not let her know about me I'm sick, it's best to tell her that I'm going to go far..." Iger babbled, and the two Aurors on the side looked at it blankly.

Iger's heart is so bitter!

In the last life, it's okay to not live past twenty, so in this life, it's too much to live to be ten years old, isn't it?

God knows what the silent ones are! Didn't the previous life only come to the finale of the Deathly Hallows? Where did the silent ones come from?

Harry Potter VIII Harry Potter and his son who didn't live to be ten years old?

The name is a bit confusing...

Kingsley looked at the boy in front of him, a little surprised by the other's calmness, and then stretched out his hand: "Hold my hand, we need Apparition."

Iger nodded and put his hand on Kingsley's arm, and then a dizziness hit, Iger felt that he was deforming...

It seems that after being squeezed, it was stuffed into the water pipe, and then swirled and flushed into the toilet. After the toilet was flushed, there was naturally a burst of fun, and then a glass showcase was staring at him gloomily in front of him. The statue inside was startled.

"Where is this?" Iger turned to look at Kingsley.

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, although it is a magic hospital, there is no way to treat silently. It can only be said to bring you to recuperate." Kingsley smiled.

"Your comfort is not very happy." Iger shook his head: "What about your colleague?"

"Dawlish? He has to go back to the Ministry of Magic to make a report. After all, you made a lot of trouble. You blew up all six streets. Fortunately, no one was killed. It's a miracle!" Kingsley smiled.

"It's my best effort not to hurt other people. It's not a miracle. It's not a miracle." Iger shook his head.

"This is good news, doesn't it mean that you still have salvation?" Kingsley laughed: "If you can really master silence and survive, then your future is absolutely limitless, I swear to you , so don't die."

"My life is very hard, and no one can take it away." Iger smiled brightly.

"I hope so, what's your name?" Kingsley looked down at Iger.

"Iger Morrissey." Iger smiled.

"Vicious eggs?" Kingsley was stunned when he heard the words.

"You're the poisonous egg!" Iger kicked Kingsley's stout calf, but his thin and small body did not give Kingsley any pain, but made Kingsley think he was very interesting.

"As you can see, Mr. Poison Egg needs to check the silence in his body." Kingsley said, looking at the puppet in the glass window.

Iger stared at the puppet closely, and then saw the puppet in front of him nodded slightly.

"Let's go in." Kingsley led Iger to the front, through the glass window in front of him, the surroundings suddenly became extremely noisy.

Iger saw strange patients queuing for registration. When he saw a gloomy wizard with his big treasure in his hand, he suddenly felt that there was something worse in this world than living less than ten years old, that is Not even a man can do it...

"I heard that the man was messing around with his wife behind his back, and his wife used a curse to cut him hahaha..." A little wizard next to him smiled maliciously and winked at the two of Iger.

Iger looked at the words on a sign not far away, and smiled awkwardly: "Then he should go to the fifth floor, right? Curse Injury Section?"

"It looks like this..." Kingsley also had a chill, and was even more hesitant about marriage.

"So... which floor should I go up to?" Iger looked at the sign.

Yi Hu: The Artifact Accident Section.

Second floor: Biological Injury Section.

The third floor: Department of Bizarre Infection.

Fourth floor: Potions and Plant Poisoning Section.

Fifth floor: Spell Injury Section.

Sixth floor: tea room and shop.

Iger looked at it for a long time and couldn't see which category Silent was in. Then he turned to look at Kingsley: "Are we going to the tea room and the store to calm my heart?"

"We should ask." Kingsley shook his head, then thought about it and said, "Actually, I have a better place to go than here, but I don't know what the gentleman is doing now."

"Who?" Iger was stunned.

"Albus Dumbledore." Kingsley laughed: "The greatest white wizard."

Kingsley's voice fell, and a burst of laughter came from behind. The two turned their heads to look, and a tall white-bearded old man was looking at them kindly.

"I'm very happy about Kingsley's evaluation of me." Dumbledore smiled, and behind the half-crescent glasses, his eyes were full of smiles: "It makes me very happy that I have so much time to find you today."

"Professor Dumbledore..." Kingsley was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"

"The movement caused by our little Iger is not small. The visitors from the Ministry of Magic rushed to my office at the first time. After all, there has not been a silent person for many years..." Dumbledore looked at Iger. I don't know why, Iger always felt as if he had been stripped, and even the dozens of pounds of savings in his arms seemed to be clearly seen.

Iger is very clear about the existence of the person in front of him. Under the current circumstances, the white-bearded old man in front of him should be the strongest boss in the magic world. Moreover, the perverted old man likes Legilimency when he has nothing to do. Iger will not forget that there were rumors on the Internet in his previous life. Dumbledore is old glass news.

Iger looked at Dumbledore, but his eyes stayed on Dumbledore's gray beard, and he was determined not to meet Dumbledore's eyes.

But in fact, Iger is really not sure whether the old man in front of him will see what happened in his previous life. Even if he does, he may not do anything to a child like him according to the other party's temperament. Voldemort is unscrupulous, anyone can use it, but he still has emotions, and he hasn't reached the level of attacking an eight-year-old kid just because of a memory...

Besides, he was probably a little kid who didn't live to be ten years old.

"You really should have come to me, but fortunately, I also guessed that according to your nature, you will definitely bring him here first, Kingsley." Dumbledore smiled and motioned for the two to follow.

Iger never thought that after he came into contact with the magic world, the first place he would go would be St. Mungo's, but fortunately, he couldn't stay in this mourning place for too long, and several people left directly from St. Mungo's.

Kingsley looked at Dumbledore: "That's it, Professor, I think he should be better with you, in fact, I always feel that St. Mungo's doctors have been seeing doctors for too long, and their brains are a bit abnormal. …”

"You can rest assured, Kingsley, even without me, I think St. Mungo will actively treat Mr. Morrissey." Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand. Kingsley smiled and disappeared with a snap. in the air.

Turning his head to look at Iger, who was holding a quail with his head down, Dumbledore waved his hand and disappeared with Iger's figure in an instant.

A few seconds later, the two appeared at the gate of a huge manor. In front of the manor was a long train track. Iger looked at the train track in front of him in surprise. This was the Hogwarts Express way...

"Then, Mr. Morriss, let's go." Dumbledore smiled and led Iger all the way to the campus.

When Iger saw Hogwarts Castle for the first time, he was very shocked.

Iger didn't know whether to call it a castle or a castle complex. The rolling green hills surrounded the huge castle. Next to the castle was a vast lake. You could vaguely see the waves rising in the water, and occasionally a strange tentacle appeared. .

"The guys in the lake welcome new students to school every year. The first-year wizards occasionally fall into the boat and are rescued by those guys and sent back to the boat. Of course, I'm not saying that the Black Lake is very safe, there are always some in this world. Then something comes up that we don't understand, doesn't it?" Dumbledore's old voice sounded in his ears: "Actually, as a master Legilimency, of course, this may also be self-proclaimed... but I I can still see that some people with secrets are covering me up, and at this point, Mr Morriss, you are not doing very well..."

Iger was immediately embarrassed when he heard this.

I am now with the strongest magician in the world. He sees that I have a secret. What should I do? Waiting online, very urgent...

"Of course I won't forcibly spy on a child's memory, although I have great curiosity..." Dumbledore comforted Iger and led the way in front: "Although I can see that your secret is likely to be It's very important to me, even to the future, but I still don't plan to do that, I think this should also be the difference between a white wizard and a black wizard."

Iger breathed a sigh of relief and silently followed behind Dumbledore.

"At this point, I suggest Iger that you should learn Occlumency if you have the chance, just in case I have a sudden whim one day?" Dumbledore turned his head and winked at Iger, like an old urchin: "Or face some A more powerful existence, after all, not all wizards are as friendly as me, you know, one of my former students was a Legilimency master, but unfortunately, he went astray later."

Iger knew who Dumbledore was talking about, Voldemort.

In the previous life, Voldemort cast a great shadow on people, especially Voldemort in the poison circle is even more terrifying.

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It's scary anyway...

Dumbledore took Iger all the way. Due to the holiday in August, there was no one in the castle, and even the portraits on the walls were more than half empty. From time to time, one or two ghosts drifted by, curious. Take a look at Iger.

The two walked all the way to a stone statue, and Dumbledore said softly, "Iced lemon juice."

The stone statue slowly rotated, revealing sections of stairs, Iger laughed inwardly, this old man really likes iced lemon juice, what else? Zizi bee candy?

"I like that taste, it tastes great, although it may be a little irritating for the elderly." Dumbledore looked at Iger and smiled, and led Iger into the office.

The large round room is very spacious, with portraits of past principals displayed on the surrounding walls. There are various silverware on a table in the office. Iger stared at the silverware on the table and imagined a silverware. How much can the device sell for? Maybe it can improve the living standard of the orphanage and help the stinky old lady tide over the difficulties.

"What to drink?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"Raw watermelon juice, add some lemon juice, preferably less sugar." Iger said without hesitation.

The voice fell, and the drink Iger wanted suddenly appeared on the table in front of him. In the delicate crystal cup, red liquid was rippling.

"Add some more ice..." Iger tilted his head and reached out his hand to signal. A few ice cubes fell into the cup, splashing small splashes of water.

Iger knew that there must be a house elf waiting by the side to listen to his orders, but Iger did not intend to harass him now. Compared to looking for the elf, his own life was obviously more important.