Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The first time I came to the Department of Mysteries, Iger's first feeling was mystery and quietness.

Different from the noisy scene of people coming and going in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, this black corridor seems to be extraordinarily deserted, and even the deserted feet have echoes on the ground.

However, Iger is not surprised. In the original book, the Department of Mysteries was smashed by Harry and a group of people. These silent people didn't have much reaction. It seems that these things don't matter to them.

A door in front opened, and a black figure came out of the room.

"You're here?" Iger's familiar voice came from under the black robe, it was John Tito who handed the time converter to Iger.

Iger nodded slightly: "I'm here."

John nodded slightly, and was about to say something when he saw Iger opened his mouth.

"I shouldn't have come..."

John: "???"

Iger continued to mutter to himself, "But I'm still here."

John looked at Iger blankly, not knowing what Iger was talking about.

Maybe this guy has some kind of mental illness?

Are you going to kick him out?

"If I use a time converter, I'll report to you." Egger slammed twice and quickly explained his intentions.

"Well..." John nodded and remained silent.

"What formalities do I need to go through?" Iger asked John.

"No need." John's voice was flat.

Iger twitched the corners of his mouth. Are you so perfunctory about such a serious matter of time travel?

Just say hi?

But one thing is worse than one less thing. Since the other party is so easy to talk to, Iger is too lazy to make trouble for himself.

In John's calm eyes, he took out the time converter. Iger quickly rotated the outermost circle of the time converter. Then Iger stopped the movement in his hand gently, and the surrounding scene began to rapidly reverse.

One after another silhouettes quickly passed by Iger's side, as if the movie was reversing rapidly. After a while, the scene around Iger gradually stopped, and the surroundings became empty corridors again.

With a click, an office door in front opened, and a figure with a black hood crossed his arms and looked at Iger.

"Iger Morrissey?"

It was still John's voice, but it sounded much younger.

"It's me." Iger nodded.

"Which year?" John raised his head slightly.

"Fourteen years later..."

Iger was thirteen years old this year, but his birthday was Christmas and he was a few months older than Harry and the others, so the set date was fourteen years ago.

John nodded slightly, turned and returned to the office again, as if he was not interested in Iger's visit.

Iger shrugged and didn't bother to pay attention to this weirdo. Since you didn't ask, I won't say anything.

After taking out the invisibility cloak and putting it on his body, Iger turned and left the Department of Mysteries.

Thirteen years ago, the halls of the Ministry of Magic were still so bustling, but the difference was that the people of the Ministry of Magic in this era seemed to have an extra layer of haze in their hearts.

Iger can probably understand people's current state of mind. This is when Voldemort is in power, and the Death Eaters in the wizarding world are rampant. No one knows which will come first tomorrow or the accident.

Quietly leaving the hall, Iger found Big Ben and checked the time. He was picked up by Mrs. Hull on Christmas night, and Iger came at noon on December 24th. .

After removing the invisibility cloak on his body, the cloak on his body obediently placed the hood on Iger's head. Iger went all the way to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, ordered a glass of fire whiskey and drank quietly in the corner.

At this time, the old Tom had not turned into that hunchback. Iger looked at the old Tom with great interest, and didn't know what he experienced in the next ten years...

There was a rumbling sound behind the storage room, and Iger heard Hagrid's voice. Hagrid's rough voice laughed, as if he was talking about something with someone.

Iger sat up straight and looked in the direction of the storage room. A tall figure came out of Diagon Alley. Hagrid's face didn't seem to have changed much. Iger thought it might be the longevity of the giants. s reason.

I don't want to know, I was startled when I thought about it. Usually, Iger just thinks that he and Hagrid have a good relationship. The two are friends. If you think about it carefully, Hagrid is in his 60s, okay?

Voldemort pursued immortality all his life, and in the end he only lived in his early seventies...

And Hagrid was in his 60s and looked the same as when he was in his 30s or 40s...

Just look at Dumbledore, and he said: I don't think I will live long, I think I'm dying, but I'm still alive and kicking at the age of 112 or 20. People with diabetes and high blood pressure don't have anything...

Look at Voldemort again, every day calling me immortality, but in his early 70s, his braids were twisted and his hair was falling out.

People are more popular than dead people...

Hagrid emerged from the back of the bar, and the two figures behind him made Iger's breathing stagnate slightly.

These two people, Iger has only seen in Harry's albums.

James and Lily, the two of them seem to be in good spirits, Lily's stomach is a little bit swollen, it seems that it should be little Harry right now...

Iger grinned, Harry looked exactly like Lily...

And Harry... is 90% similar to James, except for those eyes, the rest is really a copy of James...

Learning from father like father, learning from mother like mother, is really a good boy.

At this time, James and Lily seemed to be arguing about something. The argument between the two was fierce but not half-fired.

After listening carefully, Iger found that the two were discussing what the child's name should be.

This **** dog food smells...

Hagrid watched the two arguing cheerfully, and the three of them walked past Iger in such a chattering way, without making a fuss.

Not long after the three left, the stone door of the storage room rumbled open again, and a desolate figure stumbled out of the storage room.

Iger's mouth twitched, what happened today? Why did I meet some old acquaintances?

Isn't that Severus Troll Snape...

"Good afternoon, Mr. Snape, have something to drink." Old Tom greeted Snape cheerfully.

Snape's eyes blurred, and he casually pointed at the wine rack behind Old Tom. Old Tom hurriedly delivered a bottle of wine, and Snape picked up the bottle and gulped it down.

Immediately, he let out a long sigh of relief as if he was relieved, and quietly lay down beside the bar.

Iger looked slightly sideways. It was the first time he had seen Snape drink like this after he had known each other for so long.

Although this was only Snape fourteen years ago...

Compared with fourteen years later, Snape looked a little younger, and his face was relatively fair. Iger felt that if Snape took care of his greasy hair, he could be regarded as a cold and handsome guy. One, unfortunately he seems to have a soft spot for Rejoice hairstyles...

"Cough cough..."

Iger squeezed his throat, calmly changed his voice, and then reached out and patted Snape's shoulder lightly: "Dude, look away, there is nothing in this world that can't be passed, let it pass. Let's all go..."

"Go away!" Snape patted Iger's hand impatiently and took another sip of wine.

Behind the bar, Old Tom frantically winked at Iger, signaling him not to provoke Snape.

Iger grinned at Old Tom's silent mouth, which was very clear: Death Eaters.

Iger grinned and muttered softly: "What kind of grudges and what kind of grudges... Your girlfriend is married, isn't the groom you?"

Snape froze suddenly, turned his head and stared at Iger: "What did you say?"

Aigra pulled his hood and jokingly said, "Huh? What did I just say?"

"You..." Snape raised his brows and stood up angrily, as if he wanted to cast an Unforgivable Curse on Iger.

The next second, Iger's figure disappeared in place with a snap.

Snape: "…"

"It's weird... Our store should have apparition restrictions..." Old Tom looked at the location where Iger disappeared.

Snape was stunned, and sat down with a gloomy expression on his face.

If there is a ban, you can still change shape, so it is not something you can mess with...

Although Snape had his back against the mountain of Voldemort at this time, he was relatively sober.

If there is one Voldemort in the world, there may not be another one. The world will never lack amazing people.

Snape was sober, and Voldemort's dominance didn't overwhelm him, even when drunk...

Slytherin has no shortage of cowards...

Leaving the Leaky Cauldron Bar, Iger strolled the streets of London, watching the London sky in the middle of winter gradually become dark, and Iger's heart lifted slightly.

Turning into a secluded alley, Iger slowly opened his black wings behind him, leading him into the black night sky.

In the dark sky, Iger's eyes scanned the street below, trying hard to find the trace of Aberforth, and soon, an old man with a gray beard appeared in Iger's field of vision.

Aberforth at this time doesn't look much different from fourteen years later. After all, ten years old and twenty years old look very different, but the difference between one hundred years old and one hundred and ten years old is really not obvious.

His eyes fell on Aberforth, Iger noticed that the old man seemed to be tracking someone, and he landed not far behind Aberforth. Iger put on the invisibility cloak and followed behind the old man. .

As Aberforth's eyes flashed, Iger noticed a small house in the alley.

The lights in the small house flickered, and the two figures flickered back and forth from time to time, looking at the projection, it should be a man and a woman.

Iger squinted his eyes, leaned gently against the window of the room, and quietly listened to the sound in the room.

The communication between the two was very brief. It seemed that there was not much to say. It was nothing more than a few questions about the preparation of the ceremony. Then there was no sound. Occasionally, there would be two suppressed sobbing, and then the room resumed again. The oppressive silence.

Looking around, Iger noticed that there was a delicate little door hanging next to the door of the cottage, with a line of exquisite letters on the door number: Jackson...

Is there anyone in the UK surnamed Jackson?

Iger was stunned, not knowing if this was his real surname.

Leaning beside the door in a daze, Iger suddenly didn't know what mentality he should take to face what was about to happen. Dumbledore told himself that he should come and see for himself, not knowing what his intentions were.

Seeing is not necessarily believing, but Dumbledore hasn't seen it with his own eyes...

What does he know?

Iger pursed his lips, and suddenly had an urgent urge to escape from here.

In the distance, Aberforth was still staring in this direction, with a hint of urgency and desire in his eyes.

Iger knew what was on his mind, but it seemed his wish was doomed to fail.

Seeing that the night was coming, there was a faint sound of a baby crying in the house, and the female voice from earlier started to coax the child with concern, and hummed an unknown song softly.

"The ceremony is about to start..." The man's voice came out, and it didn't seem to be so clear under the sound insulation of the wall.

He summoned a gust of breeze and blew the door open. Iger seized the opportunity and fluttered into the room. Soon, a man walked to the door and closed the door, isolating the cold wind and snow outside the room. .

Iger then began to carefully observe the couple.

Inside the room, a pale-faced woman was embracing a sleeping baby boy with a doting face, humming a lullaby softly in her voice.

The woman's face was very soft and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but she couldn't hide the trace of tiredness in her eyes.

He turned his head to look at the man beside him. The man's face also looked very handsome. Iger felt that the man in front of him was about six points similar to himself, but compared to this man, the lines on Iger's face were softer. Below is the beauty of some girls.

Looking at the baby in the woman's arms in the room, Iger felt his heart beating more and more strongly.

Turns out I wasn't born at Christmas...

It's strange, Iger's head is still thinking about this at this time...

Turning his head and looking at the room, Iger's heart suddenly sank. The whole room has been cleaned up by the two of them. On the ground in the middle of the room is a slightly crude magic circle. In the center of the magic circle is a magic circle. Pentagram in black color.

Soon, the woman gently placed the child in her arms in the center of the altar, a man and a woman knelt gently on both sides of the altar, clasped their hands together, and began to recite words. praying for something.

It was a strange and obscure ancient language. The strange voice slowly passed from the mouths of the two to the surroundings, and the air around them gradually became thick with the inexplicable prayers of the two...

Soon, the pentagram in the center of the altar began to light up gradually, and the baby in the pentagram also held the small hand uneasy and looked around curiously.

The singing of the two became more and more high-pitched and sweet, and a trace of inexplicable fluctuations began to gradually radiate from the pentagram in the center of the altar.

The next second, the two slowly took out a dagger from their arms and stabbed them in the chest!

Puff.

Unexpectedly, it was obviously a very fast movement, but the sound it made was inaudible.

The young couple’s chests were splashed with blood, and as soon as the bright red blood fell on the altar, it quickly began to condense towards the center of the altar, and gradually wrapped around the baby’s swaddle in the center of the altar, forming a round and thick cocoon…