Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Chapter 59: memory

After the duel club ended that day, Iger returned to the dormitory somewhat exhausted.

To be honest, guiding the students to fight was not as easy as I imagined, such as Seamus and Neville. The duel between the two had to have Snape and Iger beside the long platform with all the protection and super armor. Protect yourself in case anything happens to the students watching the battle.

There is also a big Slytherin girl who gave up her wand and chose hand-to-hand combat when she fought against a Ravenclaw girl. When Iger separated them, the little Ravenclaw girl was dying...

Looking at the girl's figure that was much taller and stronger than himself, Iger couldn't help but wonder if he could beat her. Seeing her appearance, her arms were almost as thick as her own thighs.

"Isn't that guy of giant bloodline like Hagrid?" Iger muttered, and then thought for a while with some doubts: "Maybe it's a troll?"

However, this also made Iger's heart feel a little turbulent. Most wizards are difficult to win against a Muggle who can fight without a wand. Even Dumbledore and Voldemort, the two have no control. There are not many magic wands, especially Voldemort. If you kill someone, you even have to rob someone else's wand. Although Iger doesn't think everyone has to be as weird as himself, you can cast spells without a wand, but according to Voldemort's situation a little too low...

It wasn't that Iger was swollen. Without his wand, something like Voldemort was no different from a chicken in front of him, and it was easy to squeeze one in one hand.

Maybe I should learn to fight? In the future, when fighting the enemy, it may play an unexpected role...

Iger was thinking about it in his heart, and he suddenly felt that this method seemed very feasible!

Think about it, after a few spells from the other side had no effect on him, he took out two knives and went up to open Wushuang. What the hell, don't be too handsome!

Mage, you should play melee combat...

After practicing for an entire afternoon, Iger was in the midst of unparalleled fantasies. Before he could think about it in detail, Kingsley came to Hogwarts with a very unpopular thing.

Dementor...

Iger wrote to him to ask Azkaban for a Dementor to teach the students the Patronus Charm...

When Iger came to the gate of the campus with a silver-white cat, the silver-white lynx beside Kingsley was watching over a Dementor.

"Thank you, Kingsley." Iger greeted Kingsley with a smile.

"No thanks, I really hope you can stay safe for two days." Kingsley spread his hands helplessly: "Be careful, be careful, this thing is not safe at all."

"Does he have an IQ?" Iger blinked and looked at the Dementor beside him.

"There are some, so this also allows them to always find reasons to hurt others." Kingsley said, and glanced at the dementor beside him in disgust. To be honest, Iger had never seen Kingsley hate others. , Kingsley's gentle personality makes it difficult for others to see him when he is angry.

"Okay, it's good to be able to communicate!" Iger smiled, and the silver kitten beside him jumped to the side of the dementor and threw himself on his head. Immediately afterwards, Iger stepped on the dementor's bosom. At the neck, the tip of the staff was spitting out a bit of fierce fire. Under Iger's feet, the dementor looked terrible, and wanted to flee in horror.

"Please help me translate it for him. If it dares to **** anyone's soul here, I will kill him, and then go to Azkaban to slaughter their entire tribe." Iger said with a smile, The words made Kingsley shiver.

Kingsley said a few words to the dementor in a language that sounded like a patient gasping for breath, and the dementor settled down immediately.

"What did you say?" Iger looked at Kingsley curiously.

"If you are not honest, you will die. The language of their ethnic group is very lacking..." Kingsley spread his hands helplessly: "Well, you must be careful, Aisha asked me to tell you that she loves you."

"Help me tell her that I love her very much, too." Iger waved his hand, strangled the dementor's neck and returned to the school. The figure in the black cloak was tossed by Iger, hitting the road signs from time to time. Trembling trembling.

Although the Dementor is huge, its weight is very light. Iger felt that the weight of his hand was just a skeleton.

There are actually many ways to cause damage to Dementors, such as Fiery Fire, Gryffindor's Sword, or Basilisk's Poison Fang. God is obviously better for most people to grasp.

The way of being close to the soul makes the dementor have a natural fear of these Horcrux nemesis. This dementor shivered in Egger's hand, as quiet as a little plague chicken.

"God, Iger, what is that in your hand?" Professor McGonagall's panicked voice came. Iger turned his head to look, and a black-haired lady with an old face was hurried over.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall." Iger looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile and said, "The Dementor I got from the Ministry of Magic, I plan to teach the students the Patronus Charm."

"It's too dangerous, Iger, take your hands away." Professor McGonagall pointed his wand at the Dementor: "God, how did you touch it? A normal person will shatter when he touches the Patronus..."

"???"

Is that so? Iger was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he let go of the Dementor in a daze, and couldn't help scratching his head, why didn't he feel at all?

I can't feel the coldness and dead silence that others have spread by word of mouth, as well as the emotion that I can never be happy again.

"Why don't I feel it?" Iger looked blank. This obviously not a normal person's state suddenly made him curious about his own life experience.

I am not normal!

At night, Iger lay in bed and couldn't help thinking deeply. At this time, the hapless Dementor had been locked into a large box by Professor McGonagall, and was firmly locked by six or seven iron locks.

Silent eruption is easy to understand. Although he has never been abused, it is not surprising that he has been inadvertently suppressed for a long time to produce silent silence. After all, his normal magic power is indeed much higher than that of his peers.

Then there is the inexplicable learning ability, such as various languages, and the unique learning talent for books on imprinting magic, which can barely be attributed to the bloodline talent.

But it's not normal to be able to hold a dementor and play as a sunny doll. If it wasn't for what Professor McGonagall just said, I wouldn't even know that dementors can't be touched...

Perhaps, I should take a look at the memories of old Mrs. Hull?

Iger had never thought about exploring his own life experience, because he didn't care, he had been loved by his father and mother in his previous life, and there was no need to add some tragic colors to himself to find the biological parents of this body, Iger felt that now This kind of situation is very good. I have friends, lovers, teachers, and I am very rich... I have nothing left, so I have never thought about it.

However, the current abnormal situation makes Iger feel a little unusual, not to find his parents, but to find out what kind of blood he is.

Thinking of this, Iger couldn't sleep anymore, and the deep curiosity raged in his heart. He immediately ran to the principal's room in his pajamas~www.NovelMTL.com~ After pushing the door, there was no one in the principal's room. Upper Phineas hummed and said something, as if complaining that Iger didn't sleep at night.

Holding a small bottle in his hand, Iger poured old Mrs. Hull's memory into the Pensieve in the cabinet next to him, and then plunged it down.

An inexplicable sense of weightlessness came, and Iger looked around. Although the light around him was very dim, and the snow blowing in the sky made his vision blurry, he still accurately identified the location here.

This is the small courtyard of the orphanage...

There were a few dog barks in the distance, a baby at the gate of the courtyard was crying constantly, Iger raised his eyebrows, this should be his own cry...

Soon, Mrs. Hull hurried out of the room, pushed open the door and hugged Iger. Iger followed curiously. Mrs. Hull picked up the baby and coaxed softly. A palm-sized five-pointed star appeared in Iger's field of vision.

Immediately, Iger quickly withdrew from the Pensieve, and the entire memory process was very short...

Is this the end? Iger was at a loss for a while.

"It's no different from no clue..." Iger sat on the stone steps in front of Dumbledore's desk with a toothache. On a shelf not far away, Fox opened his eyes and looked at Iger. At this time, Fox was no longer there. With that old appearance, his body is covered with tender new feathers, and it seems that he had a nirvana a few days ago...

There are not many clues that Iger can grasp now. On the one hand, it is pure blood, which Kreacher told him, and on the other hand, it is the resistance to dementors.

"It looks like you have something on your mind, Iger?" An old voice sounded, Dumbledore appeared beside Iger at some point, and his pajamas embroidered with house elf patterns stood out.

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