Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Harry went fast and came back fast.

In about a week or so, Harry followed Sirius to visit Iger again.

After receiving Harry's letter, Sirius put aside his affairs in China and followed Fox back to England quickly.

"That's great. Originally there was only one oil bottle. According to you, it will become two now?"

In the small courtyard of Granger's house, Iger crossed his legs and leaned on a swing chair made of vines, watching the two leisurely.

Sirius seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Iger before he could say it.

"You can only go to one, and each invisibility cloak protects one person. This is the safest way." Iger waved his hand: "You better think about who is going."

"Then Harry is fine..." Sirius sighed dejectedly.

"Yes, but let's say it first. If you go, then Harry, you must obey me in all actions. You must not act without authorization, no matter what happens." Iger looked at Harry.

Harry nodded without thinking.

"Forget it, you are an impulsive person, I don't believe your guarantee..." Iger rolled his eyes and muttered in disgust.

Harry: "..."

Then what are you asking...

"In this case, the time is tentatively scheduled for a week later." Iger waved his hand, turned and left: "I'm going to Diagon Alley, maybe I can find something useful."

...

"Ah...Mr. Morrisseys, I have admired your name for a long time, and your presence really makes the shop flourish."

In the Bojinbok store, the old Bok rubbed his dry hands with a flattering smile on his face, bowed his waist and led the way, Iger nodded simply, and tapped his staff on the ground with his steps.

"I don't know what I can help you with?" The old blogger nodded and made tea for Iger, and looked at Iger with a hint of curiosity.

"I'm here to buy some rarer things,

Items that might come in handy. "Iger smiled softly, and didn't touch the tea made by Old Bock.

Not worried, but despised...

"For example...huh?" Old Bok was taken aback.

"For example, the hand of glory or something, some targeted small objects." Iger thought about it.

"Ah... Of course, there are some, there are still some." Old Bok said earnestly: "What do you think of this disappearing cabinet? Although there are malfunctions from time to time, I heard that you are an excellent alchemist, the devil You invented the cloak, so I suppose it would be easy for you to fix it."

"Devil's cloak?" Iger blinked and blinked: "This name is really low..."

"No locker. I mainly want to go to a place and find some people. That place is very special. I have never been there. Is there anything I can do to help?" Iger thought for a while.

Old Bok thought about it for a while, and then smiled obsequiously: "Of course, Your Excellency."

As he said that, Old Bok tremblingly walked back into the house, searched through boxes and boxes, and finally took out a small box from the house.

"This thing came from the sea. Legend has it that it was a gift from the Goddess of the Sea. It was once an ancestral treasure of the Sparrow family. However, in the turbulent era of the mysterious people, because their ancestors were Muggle pirates, they urgently needed money to build relationships. To prevent disaster from befalling them, so I sold this thing to me.” Old Bok snickered: “But they don’t seem to have discovered the real usage of this thing, so I bought it for five silver Sickles. "

"Sounds really good." Iger finally opened the box and found a delicate little compass.

"It can follow your mind and point to the direction you want...what you want most." Old Bok smiled obsequiously: "Even the mysterious person back then didn't know this secret."

Facing Iger, he couldn't help but be careless.

Although the rumors about Iger so far are relatively positive, but every dark wizard knows that Iger has never been soft when killing a dark wizard, and it just so happens that Old Bock is a half-baked dark wizard.

But the reason why I have more respect for Iger is mainly because Iger is rich.

So rich!

"Hearing what you said, the value has increased a lot..." Iger smiled, and put away the compass: "Is there anything else?"

"The Iron Maiden who executed people? Killed hundreds of Muggles..."

"Disgusting, don't..."

"The half-staff left by the legendary wizard and brave Gandalf?"

"Am I crazy?"

"Magic eye? I think you should have seen this thing, such as that guy Mad Eye." Old Bock brought a bloody eyeball.

"Okay, I want it, what else?" Iger curiously played with the magic eye in his hand.

"I think...you shouldn't look down on the others, most of them are some black magic products used for curses." Old Bock smiled apologetically.

"Okay, let's make a price for these two things." Iger stood up and took out a small bag from his arms.

"That's ten Galleons, sir." Old Bock smiled obsequiously.

Iger raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure? The compass alone is worth several hundred Galleons."

"Just take it as a little favor from me for my husband." Old Bok's voice sounded greasy.

It's not that he doesn't want money, but it would be even better if he could hug Iger's thigh.

"I don't like to take advantage of others, it will make me owe favors." Iger shook his head, and then threw a generation of gold coins on the table: "Here is five hundred Galleons, it's a discounted price."

"Okay, you go slowly." Old Bok watched Iger leave respectfully, and then collapsed on the chair as if he was relieved.

Tete is so tired...

It feels like when Voldemort was in full swing, when people mentioned the excellent Voldemort, he would think that Voldemort would come to work with him after graduation...

That feeling of horror is not easy to get rid of.

Iger didn't think about his thoughts, but went home and stuffed the magic eye into Tim Gambe's mouth, creating a magic eye version of the big-eyed bat to carry with him.

Iger planned to give Harry the compass, and it is estimated that Harry's words should be very accurate.

As for Iger, with the compass needle in his hand, he will only point to the bathroom where Hermione takes a bath...

it's embarrassing...

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and when Harry appeared at the door of Granger's house, Iger said goodbye to the reluctant Hermione and Elsa, and took Harry all the way to the Ministry of Magic.

"Where are we going? Does the world of the dead also need to go through formalities?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously.

"The gate to the world of the dead is under the Ministry of Magic. Remember to put on your invisibility cloak later." Iger said concisely, leading Harry all the way to the Department of Mysteries.

The people coming and going in the Ministry of Magic frequently paid attention to the two of them. After all, the appearance of these two people is too famous in the magic world, and people who often read the Daily Prophet can recognize them.

It wasn't until the two of them took the elevator down to the Department of Mysteries that the crowd started whispering.

"Are you here?" Tito's figure appeared in front of the two of them.

"Is there anything you want to remind me?" Iger asked.

"Be careful." Tito said succinctly: "Remember to approve the invisibility cloak."

"Understood." Iger nodded.

"It's no different from not being reminded." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Because I haven't gone in either." Tito shook his head: "Generally, we won't go in unless necessary. All right, come with me."

Like Harry, who brought a country bumpkin into the village, Tito came to a dark room.

There is only a huge stone platform in Nuoda's room, and above the stone platform is a dilapidated stone arch.

The arch seemed to be covered with a thin curtain, and Iger could vaguely hear someone whispering behind it, and the scene looked very strange.

"What's this place for?" Harry felt vaguely uneasy, he didn't like this place a bit.

"A place where death-row prisoners are dealt with." Tito said succinctly: "Out of humanity, we will not execute death-row prisoners directly, but send them here. Behind the arch is the world of the dead. Before entering, you have to wear invisibility cloaks. And it must not be taken off until it comes out."

"Understood." Iger nodded, turned to look at Harry and smiled: "Then, let's go."