Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I'll just have a glass of iced lemon juice." Dumbledore smiled kindly, and a cold drink appeared in front of him.

Iger sipped his glass squeakly, looking at Dumbledore from time to time.

Neither of the two spoke first, and the room was quiet for a while.

On a shelf not far away, a big red bird crouched on it. Iger knew that it was a phoenix. This thing can really be reborn from ashes. Why didn't Voldemort learn from the phoenix? I set myself on fire, eh?

Feeling the coolness brought by the ice cubes, the uneasy feeling of panic just now slowly dissipated, Iger leaned comfortably on a back chair in the room, and sighed leisurely.

"As an eight-year-old child, you are much calmer than I thought. As an ordinary person, even as an adult, I don't think I can face the impending death so calmly." Dumbledore looked approvingly. Look at Iger.

Iger smiled a little embarrassedly. In fact, I should be twenty-eight, and I have already died once...

"Professor, what are you going to do with this forehead on me... silently?" Iger looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled: "That's it for now, how about staying at Hogwarts for a while?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean..." Iger was a little puzzled.

"Silence is controllable. I have seen this before." Dumbledore nodded: "The reason why the silent person appears is mainly caused by suppressing the magic power in his body for a long time. Think, even many young Muggle-born wizards realize that they are not the same as others, so they will make some simple magic release, but you may choose to ignore this matter because of being too rational, Even subconsciously suppressing the magic in the body for a long time does not know how to drive it, so this phenomenon is caused."

Dumbledore looked at Iger, and Iger scratched his head, as if it was true...

"Hundreds of years ago, when wizards were persecuted by Muggles, they would indeed suppress their magic power and cause silent appearance. However, with the development of the magical world, silent people have rarely been seen in the past hundred years." Dumbledore Shake your head.

"Then can I take this thing out of my body?" Iger looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"The only way is that when you die, it will come out. In a sense, it is a high-concentration product of your magic power after compression and metamorphism. You can understand that." Dumbledore shook his head and said: " But I think he's manageable, and I think you probably need a lot of willpower to control him."

"Did anyone control it? Professor?" Iger looked at Dumbledore uncertainly.

Dumbledore looked out the window with deep eyes: "Yes, there is one..."

Immediately, Dumbledore turned his head to look at Iger: "Most of the silent people recorded in history have extreme emotions, and it is rare to see such a calm person as you, so I think you may successfully learn to control silence, of course, this also It will do you a lot of good.”

Dumbledore was a little lost, not knowing what to think.

"Like...?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"For example, inexhaustible magic power, or extremely powerful magic..." Dumbledore nodded: "But I have had the experience of oversight of students that led them to go astray, so I hope you will not let me down, Iger. , just take it as a request from an old man with half a foot in the ground."

Dumbledore spoke very frankly, without the incomprehensible incomprehension when he was talking to Harry. Iger felt that this might be different from person to person, and he was obviously not the kind of person who could instill his will by mouth, Dumbledore. Lido would not fail to see.

If the smartest person in the world is anyone, then Iger thinks that apart from Dumbledore, it may be Einstein who has been dead for a long time...

"I can't promise you that I'll be a bad guy..." Iger shook his head: "In fact, even if I promise you, I think you'll find out sooner or later, so I might as well say it out."

Dumbledore nodded slyly: "I think so."

"But I can assure you that I probably won't be like your crooked student..." Iger thought for a while: "After all, I have no interest in immortality."

"You know more than I think." Dumbledore suddenly laughed: "My gut tells me that not using Legilimency on you is the right choice, but I'm curious, what would you be interested in? ?"

Of course it's NAI's son...

Amitabha, sin is sin.

Suppressing the most frank thoughts in his heart, Iger laughed: "I prefer immortality to immortality."

"For you, what's the difference between the two?" Dumbledore heard Iger's answer, and after thinking for a while, leaned back in his chair.

"Eternal life is immortality, immortality is immortality, one corresponds to reality, the other corresponds to spirit." Iger smiled: "I don't know the road to immortality, but there should be many roads to immortality, I think the same Immortality should be happier than immortality, and death is just the beginning of another greater adventure, isn't it?"

Dumbledore looked at Iger's face carefully, and then smiled gratified: "It seems that what I'm worried about will not happen again."

"Old people like to think blindly?" Iger grinned.

"I won't be very happy to say that." Dumbledore took a sip from his glass: "Reason tells me that you should go to Ravenclaw, but for my personal appreciation, I really hope you can. Ryffindor, I don't think you'll regret that decision."

"Are you enrolling now?" Iger was stunned.

"Of course not, you're only eight years old, and you haven't reached the age to enter school." Dumbledore stood up and motioned Iger to hold his arm: "First of all, we have to ensure that you can live to enter school, which is the most important thing at the moment. matter."

Iger nodded knowingly, stepped forward and put his hand on Dumbledore's arm.

"Fox," Dumbledore called softly.

Fox's wings fluttered and flew to Dumbledore's hands, the two figures disappeared again, the office returned to silence again, and the two drinks on the table disappeared silently into the air after the two left.

There was a loud bang, and Iger looked around. This was an old small house, and the shelves were neatly arranged in rows. Looking at the ash on the shelves, Iger felt that the shop was a few years old.

With a sound of 'wow', a little white-haired old man stepped on the ladder and slid over. Seeing Iger and the two seemed very surprised.

"Ah... Dumbledore..." The old man's voice was a little distant, and Iger felt that listening to him was like a whisper from another world: "It's been a long time..."

"I'll bring Mr. Morrissey to choose a wand, Ollivander." Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Iger: "So far, the best way I can think of to control silence is to release, so you Now you need to learn to release the spell, anytime, anywhere, every day, which means you have to learn a lot of knowledge before you enter school, can you do it?"

"I can't ask for it, Professor." Iger smiled.

"I understand, I think this is the little gentleman who caused a commotion in London today?" Ollivander looked at Iger and smiled, looked at Iger curiously for a while, and then nodded lightly: "In that case, Oh well…"

With that said, Ollivander disappeared into the cabinet. A few seconds later, Ollivander came over with a box in his hand, took out a jet-black wand and handed it to Iger.

Dumbledore looked at Iger, who was holding the wand, and raised his chin in a daze: "Swipe it."

Iger flicked his wrist, and a ray of light from the tip of his wand flashed across the cabinet beside him.

Ollivander was so frightened that he shrank his neck and looked at Iger: "Unfortunately, although it fits, it obviously can't withstand your magic."

With that said, Ollivander retrieved the wand, took out another box and handed it to Iger: "Try this one."

Iger shook his hand, and his wand spat out two sparks.

"There are some reactions, but it seems that the unicorn hair is a little too soft for you." Ollivander shook his head: "It seems that you should have something to do with those old-fashioned families."

"Is this still related to blood?" Iger was a little puzzled.

"Of course, although I'm not very sure, but compared to children of Muggle origin, children of pure-blood or mixed-blood families are often more likely to be favored by unicorns, and most wands made of unicorn hair are also It was sold to those children." Ollivander nodded: "Occasionally there are some exceptions, but obviously in a large proportion, there are not many exceptions. As far as I know, the Weasleys are almost all unicorns. Animal hair, the Longbottom family too, even the Malfoy family...

Saying that, Ollivander looked at the wand with sharp bones in Dumbledore's hand with some fiery eyes: "There are some more discerning wands, and there are very few people who can control them. I hope you can remember. , Mr Morriss, is the wizard of choice for the wand."

Ollivander looked at Iger's little face, turned around and went in and rummaged through the cabinets again. Iger leaned over to Dumbledore and whispered, "Why do I feel that he is more eloquent than you."

Dumbledore raised his eyelids and nodded in agreement: "I agree very much with your evaluation of me, um, I'm stunned, in the eyes of others, I really look like this."

Iger rolled his eyes, all magicians are crazy.

After a while, Ollivander came out with a box in his hand, took out a wand and handed it to Iger: "Try this one, I don't think it's more suitable for you."

Iger took the wand, and as soon as the wand started, a feeling of blood connection rose from the bottom of my heart, and small fireworks began to shoot out from the wand, as if celebrating something.

"Perfect..." Ollivander looked at Iger and murmured to himself: "Populus poplar, thirteen inches long, the body is straight and slender, the interesting thing is that the core of this wand is said to be Zuwu's beard..."

"Zuwu means..." The corner of Iger's mouth twitched.

"It is said that a mythical beast from the East is older than a giant dragon and haunts the Kunlun Wonderland in China." Ollivander's eyes shone brightly: "The magical creatures of the East are extremely rare here, and I have only been there for many years. I have heard of a Chinese magical creature with a Zou Wu appearing in Paris, and it travels thousands of miles every day, but I can't see it."

"Populus euphratica is the strongest tree. It is said that it can live for a thousand years without dying. It will not fall for a thousand years after death, and it will not rot for a thousand years after it falls. I think it should be very commensurate with you." Ollivander laughed: "But the meaning of thirteen inches is obviously not very good. You may walk with death in the future, but if you can control the core of such an ancient creature, death may not scare you. This wand is my grandfather's hundred Made fifty years ago, proud of it, how does it feel?"

Iger nodded, not knowing what to express: "It feels great!"

Watching Dumbledore pay Ollivander a pile of gold Galleons, Iger swallowed: "I think, this money shouldn't be repaid, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Iger: "My student who went astray also took it for granted."

Looking at Iger who was somewhat helpless, Dumbledore laughed: "But you are right, Hogwarts will provide some funding for the young wizards who are about to enter the school. You really don't need to pay back this money."

"That's good..." Iger breathed a sigh of relief.

"What else do we need to buy now?" Iger looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Actually, I don't need to buy anything for the time being, but if you want, I think you should look good in a robe. UU read www.uukanshu.com" Dumbledore winked at Iger and took Iger with him. Turn away.

An hour later, Iger followed Dumbledore in a brand-new robe. The two were walking in Diagon Alley. Iger looked around curiously. He was tortured by illness for twenty years in his last life. Obviously, Iger wanted to stay here. Find the place in your life.

"Where are we going now? Hogwarts? I want to see what a house elf looks like." Iger said excitedly.

There was a smile on Dumbledore's mouth, and his eyes narrowed slightly under the half-moon lenses. Only at this moment did Iger really look like an eight-year-old child in his eyes. As an old man who has lived for more than a hundred years, Undoubtedly, I like this kind of child a little more.

"Visit an old friend of mine..." Dumbledore said.

People walking around greeted Dumbledore from time to time, and then looked curiously at Iger who was following Dumbledore.

"You're very famous, old Deng!" Iger's anxiety dissipated, and he began to become serious again.

Dumbledore was immediately jolted by his old Deng. He smiled helplessly, and put his hand on Iger's shoulder: "Get ready, let's go."

Saying that, the two of them Apparated and disappeared on the street. The squeezing, spinning, and then smooth feeling Iger experienced again. He felt much improved, at least this time he didn't feel so disgusting.

"Where is this?" Iger shook his head, hoping to synchronize with the dizziness in his brain, but in fact he felt even more dizzy.

"Dorset..." Dumbledore raised his legs and walked forward. In front of them was a quiet garden house.

"Who are we looking for?" Iger asked incessantly.

"Newt Scamander!" Dumbledore knocked gently on the door.