Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Whenever Snape had dinner at the Grangers' house, Iger would feel out of place.

This sense of disobedience comes from Snape's own personality. The cold and arrogant Potions Professor chatted with the Grangers about raising children, and Iger really didn't know what he should think.

He also doesn't know if this situation is good or bad.

Iger is not the only one who feels this way, Hermione beside her also looks like she has seen a ghost.

It has to be said that there seemed to be a kind of divine light on Snape who turned into his father, which made Iger and Hermione unable to open their eyes.

This also caused Iger to rush back upstairs without eating his dinner for too long, even though it was his goddaughter's birthday party...

Watching the interview with Luna's father on the Quibbler, Iger grinned.

Luna's father, Xenophilius, is also a very smart person. He didn't ask some too sharp questions, but only asked about the hobbies and interests of some young people, showing Iger's approachable side to people.

Although most readers don't want to see these trivial things...

During this period, the single old man kept asking Iger if he believed in the existence of the horned snoring beast.

Iger says I believe...

The wizards have all appeared, and I am not surprised that Iger appears now.

This also caused Xenophilius to have a good impression of Iger, and kept beautifying him in magazines, which made Iger feel embarrassed.

I heard that Luna married Newt's grandson in the previous life. Iger thinks this is not unreasonable. After all, no one has ever seen a creature like the horned snoring beast in the wizarding world. If Luna shouted: Who wants to marry? I'm going to find the horned snorkel?

Iger felt that there really would be no other candidates besides the Scamanders...

Xenophilius also gave Iger a pair of glasses, through which he could see the harassers. As long as someone was upset, he could see the harassers buzzing around the person's head through the glasses, which was very interesting.

"Are you reading that blonde girl's magazine?" The door opened, and Hermione's tasteful voice was filled with a strong smell of vinegar.

"Ah...it's interesting,

Brains are big. "Iger nodded.

"Yeah, a magazine that doesn't conform to common sense, crazy, just like herself." Hermione snorted softly, and said with some dissatisfaction, her initial feelings for Luna were not very good.

"There is only a thin line between a madman and a genius..." Iger closed the magazine, looked at Hermione with a smile: "And I think, among the people I have met, she is the only person of my age who is more intelligent than me. "

"It's impossible." Hermione's face was sour.

"It's true." Iger spread his hands.

"Compared to me?" Hermione narrowed her eyes, as if Iger's answer was wrong, and she wanted to let Iger see her intestines...

"As Slytherin said, smartness is not the same as wisdom. I don't think you seem to be comparable." Iger smacked his lips, pulled Hermione into his arms, and lowered his head greedily to his rosy little mouth. Dear Fangze.

"So... get it?" Iger blinked at Hermione with blue eyes.

Hermione's face was terribly red, and her eyelashes trembled slightly with her eyes closed.

Iger doesn't know how to coax girls, anyway, it's the routines I read from the Internet in my previous life...

Hold back your words and kiss me!

At present, this method is very useful. With a simple kiss, Hermione shrank obediently beside Iger like a quail.

"I just think Luna is a very good friend." Iger didn't lie, but just expressed his general thoughts seriously.

"Hmm..." Hermione nodded with a blushing face. Iger didn't hear what Iger said. Anyway, Luna was left behind by her...

"When... are you leaving?" Hermione looked at Iger reluctantly.

"Tomorrow, I plan to go as soon as possible. Dumbledore asked me to go to Sirius tomorrow." Iger thought for a while.

"Then when will you come back?" The little girl looked bitter.

"It probably won't be more than a month..." Iger calculated the approximate time: "Maybe I can get home before Harry's birthday."

Alright... Hermione nodded.

Iger didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking. Why did he think he could catch Voldemort?

Or did he just want to see if he could catch Voldemort?

Iger doesn't know...

If I remember correctly, there should be a prophecy about Harry and Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries, but if Voldemort is really killed by himself, does that mean that the prophecy will be broken?

Or is it just futile? Can the prophecy be changed after all? Maybe Dumbledore wanted to prove something?

Iger thought about it all night and didn't think clearly, but he didn't panic at all, even if I can't beat Voldemort, can I still not exhaust him?

Just kidding... Who can compare to my swirling poisonous eggs?

Early the next morning, Hermione, who had appeared in Iger's room on time every morning, did not show up. Instead, Mr. Granger appeared calmly on the chair in Iger's bedroom.

"Good morning, Chris..." Iger yawned and sat up from the bed. On the clock on the wall, the pointer with Iger's face moved with a click, pointing from sleeping to home.

"I heard Hermione say you're going out on vacation?" Chris looked at Iger worriedly.

"Ah... yes, go to Albania..." Iger nodded: "Is there any problem?"

"Of course I won't stop a man from traveling far away from home, but I'm just a little worried about your safety." Chris said with some anxiety.

"It's okay, I'm so strong..." Iger subconsciously wanted to brag*...

"It's not a matter of being strong or not. No matter how strong a child is as a parent, he won't let him leave the house alone. You know what I mean." Chris smiled helplessly, and reached out and took out a handful from his arms. The huge blue-painted revolver was placed on Iger's table. The six-inch barrel was shining under the light. Seeing Iger's surprised eyes, Chris leaned over his head and muttered softly, watching Iger blinked. : "Although Jane disapproves of my approach, I think you should use it properly."

"Of course!" Iger sat up from the bed excitedly, grabbed the revolver and fiddled with it curiously.

"Okay, I want you to contact your family once a day, can you do it?" Chris looked at Iger.

"Of course, why not?" Iger smiled silly while holding the revolver, salivating.

As a boy, a gun is no less alluring than a wand, regardless of whether it is powerful or not.

"This gun is a Colt Python. It's very powerful. I asked a friend to get it from the United States. You must use it with caution." Chris touched Iger's head: "Okay, the man is going on a long trip. Let's go after dinner."

Iger smiled and followed Chris downstairs, and left in a hurry after breakfast.

Half an hour later, in Grimmauld Square, Sirius looked at Iger with a smile on his face.

"Try how powerful that thing is!"

"Let me take a look..." Iger smiled, reached out and took out the revolver to fiddle with.

Lupine looked helplessly at the two excited faces. Although he really wanted to play with the Muggle guns, his steady personality made him sit comfortably on the chair.

Wizards generally believe that Muggle firearms in wartime are as useless as poker sticks, but this does not affect men's fascination with the speed and power of bullets.

"Hit this!" Sirius casually grabbed a vase and placed it on a side cabinet.

Iger took out the revolver and studied it for a long time, then pressed the safety button, and shot the vase with a 'bang', and the vase was instantly smashed to pieces.

To Iger's surprise, the revolver has very little recoil...

"This vase... I don't need to pay for it?" Iger blinked.

"I don't care about him, the old thing left by my ancestor, I have long wanted to throw it away..." Sirius looked excitedly at the gun in Iger's hand, ignoring the portrait of Phineas on the wall who was rolling his eyes wildly.

Lupine waved his wand helplessly to fix the vase, and came over curiously.

"The speed is very fast, much faster than the flying speed of the magic spell..." Sirius looked at the gun in Iger's hand curiously: "Arthur will definitely go crazy with excitement when he sees it... How about we cast a spell on it? Like? Just change it a little, make it shoot magic spells? Or infinite bullets?"

"Forget it, let's talk about it next time." Iger hurriedly put away the pistol. He planned to ask others for help to get another one for Sirius next time. Iger couldn't bear to die before Chris sent his pistol.

"What a pity..." Sirius spread his hands, but his eyes kept wandering, not knowing what to think.

Iger can guarantee that as soon as he and Lupine leave Grimmauld Place, this guy will definitely turn around and sit by the fireplace and rush to Gringotts to get money and buy a gun...

After knowing that his assistant on vacation was Lupine, Iger and Lupine left together after staying at Sirius' house for a short time.

"How should we leave?"

On the side of the road, Iger looked at Lupine curiously.

Lupine spread his hands helplessly, and looked at Iger with some unease: "Go to the Ministry of Magic and take the Portkey to France, but if I leave the country, I need to register first. I think it's better to tell you in advance, I am a werewolf."

"Is there... any problem?" Iger looked at a loss, not understanding what he wanted to express at all.

"I'm a werewolf..." Lupine hung his head a little disappointed: "I mean..."

Iger rummaged through his suitcase and took out a bag of dog food: "I know you are a werewolf, although I don't know what you ate when you turned into a wolf, but I still have dog food here, Sirius can eat you It shouldn't be a problem..."

Lupine looked at Iger in surprise. He had seen this kind of dog food before, at Sirius' house... The most important thing was that the boy in front of him didn't show any discrimination in his eyes.

"I mean I might be in danger, and the full moon is only a few days away..." Lupine faltered.

"Then buy wolfbane potion... By the way, do I have it?" Iger flipped the bag in his arms: "There really is..."

Lupine looked at the nagging Iger and laughed, he really likes this kid now.

He really is a good boy...

Dumbledore guessed this, so he let me follow, right?

The two moved quickly, and Iger directly dragged Lupine to the Ministry of Magic, and forced the wizard of the Immigration Department to squeeze his nose to agree with Lupine's exit request.

Then he and Lupine appeared in Paris, France in the portkey twenty minutes later.

I roughly calculated the distance from France to the UK, and Iger grinned, "Okay, I don't need to say hello to the Ministry of Magic anymore when I go abroad...

That's the advantage of powerful apparition, no matter where you go, you don't have to worry about being discovered by others.

If Iger's talent in other aspects is very ordinary, then the talent in apparation can be said to be very good. Dumbledore once told Iger that he can't find a trace of Iger's apparation now.

And the distance from London to Paris is not as far as to Hogwarts, which is unimpeded to fly from Iger.

"Dumbledore gave me a card. He said you might need it. This is his safe house in Paris." Lupine took out a card, and a beautiful little pointer pattern on the card kept going. The ground swayed with Lupine's movements.

"Safe house? A house with the Fidelity Curse cast on it?" Iger nodded, and the two rushed towards the safe house.

Along the way, Iger kept looking at the customs of foreign countries, and then curled his lips.

The weather in the sky in France is not much different from that in the UK. It looks gloomy, not at all romantic and beautiful in the legend, but Iger found that he can see the Eiffel Tower in the distance wherever he goes. This rumor is true. of.

"Do you know what the meaning of the Eiffel Tower is, Remus?" Iger looked cheerfully at the tower in the distance.

"I don't know very well..." Lupine was very honest, not like Sirius.

"Anywhere in Paris, as long as you look up, you can see the Eiffel Tower, so its meaning is: no matter where you are, no matter when, if you are willing to look back, I have been waiting." Iger looked serious Looking at the iron tower in the distance.

Adding up the two lives together, this is the first time he saw the Eiffel Tower, the holy place of dreams of many girls in previous lives.

Lupine snorted, which made Iger a little helpless. Lupine obviously didn't have the intention to pursue these romantic people, which made Iger feel a little bit like a cow playing the piano.

If it was Sirius, maybe he would say: Learned. Then the two laughed tacitly...

"Perhaps it will mean this to outsiders..." A somewhat old voice sounded, and the two of Iger turned their heads to look, and an old man in a woolen coat beside him was staring at the distant iron tower with his crutches: "But for Parisians In other words, we are guarding the iron tower, and the iron tower is our shepherdess in the cloud, and we live beside her, so we should be the ones guarding her..."

Iger is embarrassing, pretending not to understand...

"Understood..." Iger looked at the old man and nodded.

Iger learned it sincerely, because if you want to pick up a girl in Paris, these words are undoubtedly more romantic than what I said...

"But what you just said is actually true. This is the first time I've heard this kind of statement. Are you British?" The old man looked at Iger curiously.

"Yes, we are from England..." Iger nodded.

"I heard that all the men there like men?" the old man muttered and walked away, looking quite disgusted.

Iger's face is very dark...

In this world, when mentioning China, people will think of the majestic Great Wall.

When it comes to France, people will think of the Eiffel Tower standing in the snow just to wait.

And when it comes to Britain, people think that men like men there...

This makes Iger a little unacceptable, who do you look down on? This is, we are also two girlfriends, okay?