Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Thank you, Alastor." Dumbledore looked at Moody and nodded.

Dumbledore is not being polite, he really thinks it is very hard to work with Iger...

"So, you caught him?" Dumbledore looked at Iger cheerfully.

Reaching out and taking out a lantern, Iger knocked on the lantern and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore took the lantern and looked at it carefully. Moody and Lupin didn't stay in the room for too long. They said hello to Dumbledore and left. Both of them are smart people. Always be able to erase their curiosity in time.

Looking at the lantern in front of him with a calm expression, Dumbledore said slowly, "We meet again, Tom..."

"Go away! Immortal..." Voldemort looked terrible...

"It's really an incompetent guy... How can I have such a sad offspring, look at this man's appearance..." On the wall, Slytherin looked at the table where Voldemort's spotlight was imprisoned with disgust.

"Who are you...?" Voldemort squinted at Slytherin.

"Salazar Slytherin..." Slytherin sneered: "You can call me ancestor..."

Voldemort: "???"

Are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me?

Iger, who was on the side, listened to the conversation between the two and almost did not laugh. Voldemort, who had always respected his own bloodline, was disliked by his ancestors, and he did not know what Voldemort would think.

"You're just a portrait..." Voldemort was still arrogant in the end: "Even if you were resurrected in front of me, I wouldn't be afraid at all, because I won the eternal life that even you can't have."

"A Horcrux?" Slytherin gave Voldemort a sneering look: "Hierbo made something so good, so why didn't he try it himself? Do you really think you are the only one who knows about it? There are many outstanding wizards thousands of years ago. Yes, only a fool like you chose this path..."

Inside the Soul Gathering Lamp, Voldemort remained silent.

Iger felt that if he could see his face, then his face must be ugly at this time.

In fact, Voldemort was in a really bad mood. Before in Albania, he had vaguely guessed the purpose of Iger's arrest. Sure enough, the secret of his Horcrux was still discovered.

Dumbledore was also pondering over the prophecy about Trelawney once, wondering if that prophecy still exists now.

Destiny is a very mysterious thing, and sometimes it may be completely changed just because a certain butterfly **** its wings, let alone an iron rod like Iger stuck in the gear of destiny...

Iger didn't know how Dumbledore would deal with Voldemort, but it was certain that Voldemort would basically stop thinking about jumping in the future...

Now Voldemort's property has basically been cleaned up by himself, and even his wand has been burned by himself. Unless Dumbledore's head snapped and threw the soul lamp and smashed it into pieces, Iger would not think Voldemort, a stupid bird who was shorn of his own hair, could make a storm under the eyes of a monster like Dumbledore.

If Voldemort can run away with this, Iger can only say that he is going to go. The UK will give it to you, and labor and capital will not play...

The settlement of Voldemort is a very serious issue. For this issue, even Dumbledore can't deal with it privately, and as soon as Iger came back, Dumbledore sent Evra's portrait to the Ministry of Magic to tell Fudge about this matter.

The shadow of the tree of human life, there is such a name as Voldemort, the Minister came in time, followed by two Aurors, Kingsley and Delix, the two who captured Iger...

"Merlin's beard..." Fudge stared at the spotlight on the table in front of him in horror: "Albus, I want an explanation..."

"This is the wandering spirit of Voldemort..." Dumbledore explained to Fudge exactly what the thing in front of him was, but it seemed that Fudge didn't quite believe it.

"This is indeed Voldemort's remnant soul. For some reason, we can't destroy him now..." Iger looked at Fudge with an ugly face and emphasized: "I just captured him from Albania, and she can testify!"

Saying that, Iger pointed to Dolores who was chatting with Slytherin in the corner.

"Testimony? A snake?" Fudge laughed as if he had heard a joke, but that smile was full of horror.

"Whether you believe it or not, he's here, never leaving..." Iger spread his hands towards the soul lamp on the table: "Come on, Tom, say something~"

Soul Lamp didn't move at all, Voldemort was not a fool, he knew that at this time he had better not make a sound.

"I don't know what made you come up with such a ridiculous story, Albus, a lamp, a little boy, a snake?" Fudge's face became more and more ugly, and his voice gradually became hoarse.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking about Dumbledore!" cried Fudge, his voice rising sharply.

"So... so, you don't believe what I said?" Iger turned his head and looked at Fudge beside him.

"What? Is it a joke?" Fudge tilted his neck firmly and looked at Iger.

"Minister, although I really don't want to say that...but the two most powerful people in the UK are standing in front of you. Let's not talk about their attitudes, I think their words...credible..." Kingsley leaned over to Fudge and lowered his voice. said loudly.

Fudge stiffened, of course I knew it was believable!

But why when I was in office? !

Why did this guy suddenly reappear while I was in office?

Fudge is a qualified politician, but by no means a qualified leader.

Because he is cowardly.

"They're just two lunatics!" Fudge pursed his lips and looked at the two people in front of him with a pale face and gritted his teeth: "They just...want...to seize power..."

Fudge was very scared, even though as long as he admitted the thing in front of him, it meant a huge amount of credit. to spend this term.

However, his open-eyed and blind attitude angered Iger...

Although there were speculations about Fudge's cowardice, when the facts were in front of him and the old man in front of him was still stubborn, this completely drained Iger's last bit of patience and tolerance.

Bai is so nice to you, isn't he? Got the gold in vain?

Iger sneered and picked up the soul lamp on the side: "I'll give you three **** seconds, if you continue to choose this attitude, I'll smash it, let him go, and then nail you to death. In the position of minister, when he is resurrected, you can die with your rights in your hands, how about it, isn't it very complete? Dying in your own job must be very romantic, right? One!"

Fudge's face turned pale in an instant, and then he shouted: "Stop him!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden staff behind Iger flew out, and neither Kingsley nor Delixi were able to put a fart, and they were knocked unconscious in an instant.

"two!"

Iger's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes glanced at Fudge impatiently.

Fudge's eyes changed again and again, as if he wanted to take out his wand, but he didn't dare.

Dumbledore stood behind the table and stared at Iger's forcing the palace with interest. He admired Iger's way of breaking the rules. Although he wanted to do it too, he couldn't...

His identity is destined that he must do things according to the rules.

But Iger doesn't have to...

And he is not only unruly, he is also unreasonable...

This made some things that were difficult for Dumbledore to be solved in Iger's hands.

What's up with the mess? Is it okay to cut it with a knife?

Minister of Magic, do you have a headache? Can you chop your head off?

Iger can let Voldemort go, because he caught it, and anyone who has any opinions can talk to him alone.

But Dumbledore can't, even if he catches Voldemort, he can't let it go, otherwise it will affect his reputation and reputation.

Although he didn't care much about his reputation and reputation, it was important to cherish feathers before Voldemort had no leash.

But Iger is different, this fellow has no good reputation and reputation...

Moreover, the public opinion of the magic world is in the hands of Iger, and the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet and the boss Jin Zi are both soft-handed, plus a reporter like Rita Skeeter, even if Iger wants to make Fudge's reputation in the street tomorrow, that is just a sentence. thing...

The cold sweat on Fudge's forehead stared at the lantern in Iger's hand in horror, and pointed at Iger tremblingly: "You... can't be like this..."

"Three! It's a pity..." Iger sighed regretfully, and immediately threw the lantern out of the window.

"Stop! I agree!" Fudge exclaimed suddenly.

"That's right..." Putting the lantern back on the table, Iger glanced at Fudge lightly: "You and Voldemort should be people of the same era... They are still characters, look at your cowardice..."

Fudge didn't seem to hear what Iger said, just sat down on the chair in a daze, and then glanced at the lantern tremblingly.

"Damn you... Fudge..." Voldemort's venomous voice rang out.

He had no doubt that if Fudge didn't approve it just now, Iger would definitely throw himself out.

Although he was likely to find it again, if the lantern broke, Voldemort had the confidence to escape.

He has always been very confident in himself.

Fudge shuddered when he heard the words, and looked at the lantern on the table in horror.

"Is it okay now? If you don't help us, you will be killed when he is resurrected. Why do you have to force yourself to a dead end?" Iger looked at Fudge in front of him and smiled happily. He laughed very happily. At least this time the Ministry of Magic can't hold back any longer...

Even for his own sake, Fudge would kill Voldemort with all his might.

Fudge stared blankly at the soul lamp in front of him for a long time, then shouted hysterically: "The Ministry of Magic will not let you go unpunished! I will definitely stop you! Want to escape? Dream, bastard!"

For a time, several people were caught off guard by Fudge's sudden outburst, especially Voldemort, who was blinded.

Weren't you so cowardly just now?

It is said that the rabbit is in a hurry and wants someone else. Fudge is in such a state now. He has been completely in a hurry by Dumbledore and Iger. Voldemort does not speak.

Then came the hysterical madness...

"I'm going to imprison you in Azkaban! Don't ever think about turning over again!" Staring at the soul lamp in front of him, Fudge roared with exposed veins on his neck.

"Unfortunately, he can't go anywhere except the principal's office! With all due respect, Azkaban may not be able to hold him there." Iger said bluntly.

"Then! Put it! Here!" Fudge stared bitterly at the soul lamp in front of him, panting.

"I don't quite understand that Dumbledore is so much stronger than Voldemort. It seems that you would rather be afraid of Voldemort than Dumbledore? Is this a gentleman who can deceive him?" Iger sneered and looked at Fudge: "I hope you It will be clear in the future that Mr. Fudge...Although Dumbledore is a gentleman, I am not..."

"Are you a threat?" Fudge asked with a pale face, looking at Iger.

"'I can't help you if you think so...' Of course I wouldn't say that!" Iger grinned and looked at Fudge: "Yes, I'm threatening you."

Fudge is gone...

Gone furiously...

Because Iger not only threatened him, but also asked him for the Medal of Merlin...

Fudge said that the matter of the mysterious man could not be told to the public for the time being, so even if he wanted to award a medal to Iger, he was unknown, and then left in a hurry.

There are two comatose subordinates floating behind...

Seeing that things came to an end, Iger didn't stay any longer, and shoved Dolores, who was chatting with Slytherin in the corner, into his arms, and then turned around amidst the sound of Slytherin's righteous protest. disappeared with a bang.

Granger's is more lively than usual tonight as Iger's new addition: Dolores...

Although the Granger family had become accustomed to the strange things around Iger, the sudden appearance of a two- or three-meter-long boa constrictor still frightened the Grangers.

Jane leaned on the kitchen counter with a pale face, holding the shovel tightly in her hand, squinting her eyes and daring not to look at Dolores beside her, and shouted anxiously, "Iger! What is she doing?"

"She is saying hello to you. I told her that you have the highest status in the family. She seems to like you very much..." Iger grinned and stood aside to explain to Mrs. Granger~www.readwn.com~ I know! I know! Hurry up and let her go..." Mrs. Granger's voice unconsciously brought a bit of crying: "Please, quickly get her away..."

Chris rubbed his head with a headache: "Okay, Iger, don't make trouble..."

Hermione at the dining table next to Chris looked at Chris with some contempt: "Dad... can you get off the table first?"

It was just a python. In Hermione's opinion, although the appearance was somewhat unacceptable, it was much safer than the Winged Demon in terms of danger. No matter how much Iger teased Hermione, that thing would resolutely refuse to take a step closer.

I don't know how my parents would feel when they found out that there was a dragon-like creature living in the house...

Probably... going crazy?

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