Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

However, no matter what happened to them later, whether they agreed with Harry or still hated Harry, it is an indisputable fact that Harry lived in a cupboard under the stairs for eleven years, which will not relieve Iger at all. dislike for their family.

Dumbledore is right, people are always easy to forgive others for their mistakes, but they cannot forgive others for their right.

In the end, even though Harry saved Dudley, Petunia didn't say anything to Harry.

Iger feels that Dumbledore's understanding of human nature is really deep enough. Forgiving others' correctness means denying oneself. It is often difficult for people to accept such a psychological gap.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione next to her threw her arm at Iger, who was in deep thought.

"I don't think so." Iger shook his head.

Hermione rolled her eyes: "Come on, you must be thinking about something, I know you too well, you must be thinking about the family that mother just mentioned?"

Iger smiled half-smile, and looked at Hermione teasingly: "Yo Yo, you know me very well, Miss Granger, how long have you been following me?"

Hermione's face turned red immediately, and she lowered her head like a little ostrich, while the Grangers on the side couldn't help but laugh.

"If Miss Hermione can become Kaka's young wife, Kaka will be so happy." Kaka's shrill voice sounded, and Hermione's face turned redder.

When Kaka said this, Iger was also a little embarrassed.

He was a little confused about his own thoughts.

Aisha's care and love for her made me linger, Hermione's little loli is also very cute, and Iger also doesn't want to miss it...

Greedy man...

Iger thought, Merlin, please forgive my sins.

In a trance, Iger seemed to hear Merlin's whisper:

Children make choices...

Iger thought about it, and felt that what Merlin said made sense, so he planned to grow up quickly...

...

It may be that the more you miss a place, the faster the time spent in that place will be. More than two years passed quietly like a white horse passing by.

For more than two years, Iger has been staying with the Granger family.

As for Aisha, she sold her original house after graduation, bought a house next to the Granger's house and settled down, getting along very harmoniously with the Granger family.

But Hermione always felt that Elsa looked at her strangely, as if she had robbed her of something she loved.

And when I was in school, every time I thought that Iger might stay with Aisha for a whole day, the little girl felt a little restless.

For more than two years, Hermione has been extremely dependent on Iger. After all, before Hermione came to Hogwarts, she didn't have many friends in the Muggle school. On the contrary, some people always bullied her.

But since Iger taught her a lot of spells, this kind of thing has never happened again, and more than two years later, Hermione has graduated from school.

The summer wind was blowing slowly across the London sky, and Egger rested his chin and looked out the window in a daze.

"Thinking of your little girlfriend?" Aisha's voice came with some taste: "It's okay, I won't mind."

Iger looked at Aisha dumbfounded: "What are you thinking about?"

The two years have allowed Iger to grow a lot taller. Compared with children of the same age, his figure is slender. His pale golden hair is combed backwards softly, and a strand of bangs hangs down on his forehead, giving him a romantic and suave feeling.

"I was wondering what you were thinking..." Aisha sat gently beside Iger, giggling.

"I'm wondering where Professor Quirrell is now." Iger was amused by Aisha's strange words: "I wrote him a letter before, telling him not to go to the Albanian forest. It is said that there have been some weird things in the past two years."

"What did he say?" Aisha looked at Iger curiously.

"He didn't say anything, he didn't reply..." Iger was a little regretful,

Although he and Quirrell are not very familiar with each other, but no matter what, they are acquaintances. The poor unlucky boy will soon be brainwashed by Voldemort...

"Is there any danger in Albania?" Aisha looked at Iger strangely.

"In short, just don't go there. It's really dangerous there. I don't mean werewolves and vampires there." Iger shook his head: "Don't talk about that, how is your job?"

"It's okay." Aisha said with a smile: "Everyone in the office treats me very well, except for Mad-Eye, who is about to retire. He looks fierce and always yells at people. Of course, he treats everyone very well. That way..."

"He's a very good man, although he really doesn't look like one." Iger grinned.

Outside the window, an owl flapped its wings and landed beside Iger, lowered its head and picked up a small biscuit in Iger's hand.

Iger took down the letter, and Professor McGonagall's handwriting came into view:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(President of the International Federation of Wizards, first-class great magician of Sir Merlin, chief magician of Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Morrisers:

Okay kid, stop talking about that nonsense, come back quickly, you have been admitted to Hogwarts, we all miss you.

The school will start on September 1st, and all the books you need are on another piece of paper. Remember to reply quickly.

— Minerva McGonagall

Aisha was overjoyed reading Professor McGonagall's letter, and she was rocking back and forth with a smile.

"I dare to swear, this is the most interesting admission letter since the establishment of Hogwarts. Who would have thought that Professor McGonagall would speak like this?" Aisha said with a smile.

Iger waved his hand happily, and a pen on the table not far away started to move, writing words on a piece of parchment.

Dear Professor McGonagall:

I have seen the letter. I will go to Diagon Alley with Hermione tomorrow. I wish you well.

— Egg Morrissey

"Iger! Look what I received!" Hermione's excited voice came, and Iger looked out of the window. Hermione was holding an envelope in her hand, looking a little excited.

Although Iger had told Hermione that she would definitely receive the letter, Hermione still couldn't hold back her excitement.

Iger fluttered from the window and landed in front of Hermione. Hermione hugged Iger excitedly, and Elsa upstairs smiled inexplicably with her chin on her lips.

"We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow." Iger patted Hermione on the back and said.

"Ah oh..." Aisha's voice came: "I'm afraid it won't work, Iger, you'd better read this letter."

Unknowingly, there was another owl beside Aisha. Aisha waved her wand, and a piece of letter paper fell into Iger's hand.

To Mr. Morrisers:

I'm sorry to interrupt your time with these two beauties.

But I have something to ask you.

Please also trouble you to pick up Harry Potter together.

Originally, Hagrid was the most suitable candidate, but I think you might be able to change some things in that child's life.

Of course, Hagrid will go with you too, I guess he'll be here soon.

— Albus Dumbledore

"Is this old guy a camera?" Iger curled his lips: "How does he know everything?"

Speaking of which, he seemed to call out his last name when the two met for the first time, right?

Did Kingsley tell him?

In the evening, it was pouring rain outside the window, and the big raindrops hit the window, but the Granger family was extremely lively, and the Granger couple closed the hospital early.

Aisha also came to Granger's house early, and the family had a small party around the dining table.

"Congratulations to Iger and Hermione being admitted to Hogwarts!" Mr. Chris smiled while holding a wine glass.

On such a good day, even Iger was allowed to drink a glass of butter beer by Mrs. Jane.

The family was eating when there was a knock on the door, and Iger rushed to open the door excitedly: "Hagrid must be here."

Sure enough, as soon as the door was opened, Hagrid's big man nearly three meters tall appeared at the door.

"Congratulations, Iger." Hagrid smiled and opened his arms.

"Hagrid~~" Iger hugged Hagrid happily and hung on his body.

"This is Rubeus Hagrid, my friend." Iger introduced to the Grangers: "These are Chris Granger, Jane Granger and Hermione Granger, love Sarah, you know."

"Of course I do. I know all the Gryffindor lion cubs." Hagrid looked at them and smiled. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I still have something to do. Dumbledore asked us to pick up someone."

"Let's have dinner together sir, I think it's not too late." Chris stood up and invited Hagrid to sit down.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't wait to see that child. It's my friend's child. I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Hagrid laughed: "I guess he must have been yearning for a long time, after all Hogg There are not many magic schools as good as Watts."

"No, in fact, he doesn't even know what magic is." Iger poured cold water on Hagrid: "Living in the closet under the stairs every day is worse than a house-elf."

"Haha, you really know how to joke about Iger." Hagrid laughed, reached out and patted Iger's shoulder, and then watched his expressionless face gradually turn red.

"I don't look like I'm joking, do I?" Iger spread his hands: "Otherwise, you thought Dumbledore would assign me? Compared to you, who is kind, maybe I can change his life."

"Those Muggles, they... how dare they?" Hagrid said with a thick voice, his eyes were red: "How dare you treat him like that? That kid saved the world!"

Iger shook his head helplessly. The whole world can't say it, but the whole of Britain may be true. Voldemort's influence is far worse than that of Grindelwald.

This is what Iger really felt after he came to this world.

For more than two years, Iger has also found a lot of books, whether it is about Grindelwald or about Voldemort.

The horror of Grindelwald is that he is a complete idealist, good at planning, good at planning, and able to use people's hearts. The most important thing is that he is indeed an idealist, and what he does is consistent with the slogan. At its peak, it swept the entire European magic The world, and even his theory is still highly respected by people after his downfall. Even if he escapes from that tower now, with a wave of his arms, people all over Europe will immediately follow in his footsteps.

What about Voldemort? Except Avada is eating big melons...

A typical terrorist! Driving others with violence, conceited, proud, and ignorant of people's hearts, the reason why it caused so much terror is because of fucking Avada!

Compared with a chainsaw massacre, a strategist with a strong army and a chainsaw massacre is indeed more terrifying, but his ability is really limited.

Two people, one is a prophet, fooling others all his life, the other listens to the prophecy, and is fooled all his life...

Iger shook his head: "I knew you would probably react like this... Forget it, let's go."

After greeting the Granger family, Iger grabbed Hagrid's arm and disappeared instantly.

After a long while, the two of them appeared on a seashore. From a distance, they could see a dilapidated wooden house on the rocks above the sea.

"Here?" Iger held his wand in his hand, isolating all the rain within a few meters.

Hagrid nodded, and then looked at Iger: "I don't understand, Iger, with your kindness, how could you just sit back and watch that kid do nothing, and so did Dumbledore..."

"A magic before his mother's death. As long as Harry stays with his relatives until he becomes an adult, those people with ulterior motives will not hurt him. No matter where there may be special circumstances, but here, he will not "Iger explained: "And according to Dumbledore's idea, Harry's reputation is too loud in the wizarding world, which may not be a good thing for him, do you understand the reason of being young and frivolous? There are also some messy reasons, But I can't say too much about Hagrid, it's not good."

Hagrid nodded, apparently listening to Iger's words.

"I have seen him from a distance in the past two years. After all, I am also a little curious, but Dumbledore doesn't want me to get in touch with him too early." Iger shook his head: "No matter what I do later, Hagrid, you have to watch honestly and don't interrupt my behavior, okay?"

"Of course." Hagrid nodded, he trusted Iger a lot.

Iger looked at the hut on the reef in the distance, and grabbing Hagrid was another apparition.

With a 'boom' sound, the door of the wooden house was blasted open by Igger waving his hand. Igger walked into the room with a cold expression. Behind him, Hagrid was aggressive.

"Where are the cannons being fired?" On the sofa not far in front of Iger, a little fat man said in a daze.

Then a bigger fat man rushed in with a shotgun, followed by a woman with a mean face.

The menacing figures of Iger and Iger appeared in front of them, and Dudley ran behind the woman screaming in fright.

"This is Harry!" Hagrid looked at the timid little glasses beside him, and the small beetle-like glasses brought a smile: "The last time I saw you, you were still a baby, Harry."

Harry raised his head, looking flustered at Hagrid's ferocious big face, but the handsome young man beside Hagrid gave him a lot of sense of security.

"You look like your father, but with your mother's eyes." Hagrid laughed.

"I order you to leave immediately, gentlemen!" The big fat man not far away roared with a shotgun: "You are breaking into a private house!"

Iger looked at the Vernon family with some disgust in his eyes, and with a wave of his little hand, the shotgun in Vernon's hand suddenly turned into a broom.

"Shut up, don't look for death." Iger obviously didn't have such a good temper as Hagrid, and he glanced at the three of them with disgust: "Say one more word, and I'll kill you."

Feeling the damp and cold temperature, Iger was in a bad mood, he should obviously have a big meal at home...

It's not Hagrid's fault, it's the three retarded ones!