Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

At night, in a small villa on the outskirts of London, Fudge looked pale and looked at Umbridge, who was sitting tremblingly on a chair in the living room.

"Iger is back?" Fudge held a cup of hot cocoa with trembling arms.

Before Umbridge could say anything, Fudge heard a loud bang, and the door of the villa was kicked open.

Iger walked into the room leisurely carrying a large golden hammer, and behind him were two Aurors who had been knocked out.

"Really... it's been a long time... Iger." Fudge looked at Iger with a dry smile, and Umbridge, who was behind him, screamed in agony, and shrank behind the sofa in the room, hoping to cover his plump body.

"Master Minister is a little forgetful. Didn't we meet at the end of last semester?" Iger grinned, but no matter how he looked at that smile, there was a fierce taste.

"That's right..." Fudge snorted, "I don't know why Iger is here for you so late?"

"For the harvest in autumn, for the return of the geese in spring..." Iger muttered casually.

"What?" Fudge was taken aback for a moment.

"Nothing..." With a long sigh, Iger walked into the room, ignoring Fudge beside him, sitting on a soft chair and pouring himself a glass of fire whiskey.

"Mr. Minister... You said... In all fairness... What am I doing to the Ministry of Magic? What am I doing to you?" Egger looked at Fudge cheerfully and asked.

"Of course it's very good..." Fudge said with a dry smile: "Mr. Iger, you have provided so many anti-magic cloaks for our department, not to mention the large sum of money..."

"Well... I think you're right..." Iger nodded, pondered for a few seconds with the glass in his hand, and then threw the glass at Fudge: "You know that too!"

With a bang, all the wine in the glass was sprinkled on Fudge's face, and Fudge's body suddenly trembled, and he straightened up tremblingly.

"When you first became a minister, everyone thought you were cowardly, vain, and unbearable. Only Dumbledore saw you as kind and took the trouble to help you. After a long time, you swelled to this level?" Iger Squinting slightly: "I reached out to Hogwarts... Who gave you the courage to make you decide on Lao Tzu's territory?"

"That's Lao Tzu's territory!"

Iger slapped Fudge's face with a slap, and Fudge's face flushed, but he didn't dare to breathe. The golden warhammer behind Iger was suspended in the air, quite a kind of if you dare to move, I'll give you an eighty shot. mean…

"Do you think Dumbledore wants to take your position as minister?" Iger squinted: "Don't pee and look like a bird, if Dumbledore really wants your position, what's the matter with you? "

Fudge looked at Iger with a murmur, and refuted it, but said nothing.

He knew that Iger was right...

"Actually, before that..." Iger poured another glass of wine and took a sip: "I always think that although you are a little more powerful, you should be considered good in nature, and you can be considered conscientious in handling official business. …”

"Until I took Harry to the underworld..." Egger spit out a sip of wine on Fudge's face: "You turned your head and smashed the door to life?"

"I gave you hundreds of cloaks from the Ministry of Magic, worth hundreds of thousands of Galleons. Not to mention providing you with funds every year, why do you still want to kill me?" Egger slapped Fudge again with a slap in the face. : "Who gave you the guts? Huh? Jesus?"

Iger's killing intent was boiling, and the staff behind him slowly turned into a blood-red trident, and he casually put the trident on Fudge's neck: "Damn you."

"No..." Fudge reacted immediately, he stepped back in panic, his face was pale, and the fat that grew on his body was trembling slightly: "You can't kill me, Dumbledore will not allow you to do this. of."

"Ah... That's right... I still respect the teacher." Iger squinted his eyes and reached out to his arms. Iger grabbed what looked like a broken black sack by Iger, and casually moved towards Wu Wu who was curled up behind the sofa. Mrich lost the past.

"No!" Umbridge screamed, and quickly pulled out his wand to release a Patronus.

It was a silver cat...

Iger's face darkened instantly.

"This really annoys me..." Gritting his teeth fiercely, Iger pointed to the cat, a red light flashed between his fingers, and the cat was instantly shattered by Iger's curse.

"No!!" Umbridge looked desperately at the dementor that flew towards him. In the next second, the dementor took off the hood on his head and gave Umbridge a warm but yet warm welcome. fatal kiss...

Fudge saw that Umbridge's soul was swallowed by the Dementors, but he didn't dare to make the slightest move. The trident in Iger's hand was still on his shoulder.

Fudge is quite sure that as long as he has a slight change now, the trident on his neck can poke three blood holes for him.

Maybe six—if it gets pierced...

"Come on, tell me now, what exactly do you think, eh?" Iger grinned.

Fudge stared blankly at Umbridge's motionless body, and his voice was dull: "You killed her..."

"No, I didn't." Iger shook his head: "She's still alive...emmm...not right, but rather...not dead?"

"You devil..." Fudge took a deep breath.

"You are right." Iger's face was sincere: "Given that you have been working hard for so many years, I can grant you a small wish. What else do you want to say?"

Fudge's lips trembled uncontrollably. His face was pale and his eyes were straight: "Let go of my family... I beg you."

"Okay." Iger nodded, the trident in front of him stabbed into Fudge's neck with a puff.

With a thud, Fudge fell to the ground with a strange expression on his face, as if he was expressing gratitude and regret.

The expression is very complicated...

"The Minister of Magic wanted to do something wrong with his female subordinate late at night, and in a fit of anger, he instructed the Dementor to devour her soul, but was stopped by the two Aurors who arrived in time. After a fierce fight, Mr. Minister unfortunately passed away... I... Deep condolences."

Iger looked coldly at the two corpses in front of him~www.NovelMTL.com~ and whispered, "How about this story? Gentlemen?"

Saying that, Iger turned around, looked at the two Aurors outside the door who had just struggled to get up and asked.

The two Aurors looked at each other, and then smiled bitterly: "Sir, you'll be happy..."

Upstairs in the villa, two figures hid tremblingly in a corner to spy on what was going on in the living room. A young man looked at Iger below with hatred, and tightly covered the mouth of the woman beside him, preventing his mother from calling out. Voice.

Egger Morriss...

I also want you to feel the pain of losing a loved one!

He didn't dare to go down and stop Iger. The only result of doing so was that Iger would kill his own family...

The man was sober, the only thing he could do was not let his mother rush out.

"Since that's the case... Sir, please leave first, and leave this place to us." An Auror stepped forward and looked at Iger helplessly.

"No need." With a wave of Iger's hand, a bang sounded, a violent fire swept the entire villa in an instant, and two screams suddenly sounded upstairs.

The two Aurors rushed into the house, trying to save the people upstairs, but Iger threw them out.

"You just promised him that you would spare his family!" an Auror shouted.

"Yeah, I agreed." Iger's eyes were flat: "So I let go of their souls."

"..."