Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Harry?"

Iger looked at Harry beside him with a smile.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked a little stunned.

"Grit your teeth!" Iger grinned, then slapped Harry's face with a slap in the face.

A crisp sound!

"what!"

Harry's screams sounded, and Iger suddenly felt a whirlwind and came back to his senses, and the two fell into a soft garden with a thud.

"Ohmygod! What are you doing, Egger?" Harry yelled angrily, covering his cheeks, rolling around on the ground.

"You may not believe it when you say it, I'm doing it for your own good." Iger stood up leisurely and looked into the distance.

"Wait, where are we?" Harry got up in a daze, and couldn't help but be slightly startled when he looked around.

Sea of ​​red flowers.

A sea of ​​red flowers all over the mountains and plains.

Delicate red flowers were blooming in front of the two of them, and they stretched their coquettish figure to their heart's content.

"This kind of flower... In the East, it is called the other side flower." Iger squinted and looked around: "In our place, it is called Manzhushahua..."

"Hi..." Harry gasped, clutching his cheeks, "I just want to know, what happened to us just now?"

"It should be a hallucination." Iger said lightly, looking under him, a black tail twisted and twisted excitedly: "It seems that the hallucination has been resolved."

"We entered a hallucination?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously.

"No, you entered the hallucination, and I followed into your hallucination." Iger shook his head: "And the source of the hallucination should be these flowers on the other side. If you feel carefully, you can feel the weak magic from them. Can't affect me, but can affect you, and I was only affected when I was holding you, so my subconscious always felt that the surroundings were unreal, but it seemed normal to you, so I need to beat you Awake."

"Damn, I thought I saw my parents..." Harry muttered a little dejectedly.

"That's right, if you don't come out of the hallucination, if there is no accident, you can really see your parents soon." Iger nodded, stretched his fingers and pointed around: "Look carefully, are there many dead bones? ? It is estimated that it has been turned into their nourishment."

"Tsk tsk..." Iger reached out and gently fiddled with a red and bright other side flower: "The little thing looks really good."

"But where are we now?" Harry looked around irritably.

"First of all!" Iger raised a finger: "The arch is gone."

Harry glanced around, more irritated.

"Secondly, there is no sun here." Iger pointed to the sky.

"Finally, we have to follow the compass." Iger said cheerfully.

"So much to say..." Harry sighed suddenly.

"Yes, after saying so much, I still have to follow the compass." Iger nodded: "But it seems that this time it should be the real world of the dead."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, covering his face.

"That's right." Iger nodded: "This kind of flower is said to bloom on the banks of the Yellow Spring."

"Huangquan?" Harry tilted his head.

"That's what we call the Styx, the River of Pain." Iger shrugged.

"But there's no one here..." Harry looked around.

"There will be." Iger looked at the sky in the distance and waved lightly: "Come on, take out the compass I gave you."

Harry sighed, took out the compass, and after a few turns, the compass settled in one direction.

"Do you still want to use Transfiguration?" Harry glanced at the endless sea of ​​flowers.

"No, there doesn't seem to be anything that can be changed. Just fly over, your cloak has this ability." Iger waved his hand, tapped his toes on the ground, and his figure flew into the air.

The two galloped all the way towards the distant sky, and finally, a tumbling black river appeared in front of them.

"Wow, it's really magnificent..." Iger grinned: "It's not in vain! If only I could take a picture and go back."

"Don't you have a camera there?" Harry turned to look at Iger.

"I bet ten Galleons, and the camera will never show anything." Iger smiled: "It's hard to say whether we will remember things here after we go back."

"Why?" Harry looked puzzled.

"Your situation just now is very dangerous, but Tito didn't say that there would be such danger." Iger pinched his chin and thought: "I think it should be a rule or a strange force that will make people forget it, not that he doesn't want to say it. , but he doesn't even remember it at all..."

"Another example is the ghosts, they should have been here before..." Iger smacked his lips, suddenly feeling in vain: "But they don't know what to ask them."

Iger felt that the reason why Tito allowed himself to come to the world of the dead had nothing to do with Harry, mainly because he wanted him to come in and get familiar with it. It would be better if he, as a demon, could write down everything here.

"Then am I here for nothing?" Harry said unhappily.

"Of course, this is just my guess, and it's not necessarily for nothing. I think your mood will change a lot when you go back." Iger smiled: "The memory may disappear, but I think that kind of happiness should be It will fill my heart.”

"Hopefully." Harry pouted.

In the distance, a lonely small ferry appeared in front of the two of them. Only then did the two realize that a large number of small light spots suddenly appeared beside them, and all the small light spots gathered in the direction of the pier.

Harry looked around suspiciously: "These are..."

"The souls of Muggles." Iger said softly, reaching out and holding a small light spot, the small light spot was struggling violently in Iger's hand, looking stupid and cute.

"wizard?"

A voice of inquiry sounded, and the two turned their heads to look, a tall black hood leaned over a boat, and those little spots of light rushed onto the boat one after another.

"Yes, wizard." Harry nodded.

"Go back, you can be a ghost. Are you sure you want to keep going?" The figure looked at Harry.

"That's right." Harry nodded.

"I have to warn you~www.NovelMTL.com~ Once you cross the river, you will never go back." The figure's voice was low, and then he turned to look in Iger's direction: "The devil? Why are you here?"

"Can't you?" Iger tilted his head curiously.

"You should be in hell." The figure paused: "Your Highness..."

"Oh roar?" Iger suddenly looked at the figure curiously: "Do you have any respect for the devil?"

"Not all." The figure said concisely.

"What do you mean by Your Highness?" Iger grinned: "Should I be a prince?"

The figure gorgeously ignored Iger's question, just propped up the boat, and stared straight at Iger under the hood: "Do you want to take a boat?"

Iger: "..."

Will you listen to me? asshole!