Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Strong is not like a human being!

Wait, this guy wasn't human at all...

Iger can probably understand why every time someone sees him casting a spell, he looks in a state of amazement and panic...

No one can stand this...

"Brother Chonghua, how old are you this year?" Iger swallowed and looked at Chonghua in surprise and asked.

"Three thousand four hundred and sixty-seven years old." Chonghua replied with a light smile.

Iger: "..."

In fact, knowing that he can live to be at least 3,000 years old, Iger feels quite happy...

It's just that this magic is a bit exaggerated...

"This world was just a wasteland at first, and all creatures lived in chaos."

As if seeing what Iger was thinking, Chonghua explained with a smile: "Until the demons were born, our ancestors changed the appearance of the world with their gestures. Compared with the ancestors who arbitrarily changed the world, we are still worse. It's far."

"Okay..." Iger smacked his lips.

You are strong, you are reasonable, whatever you say is reasonable...

"Now, are you going to visit your parents with me?" Chonghua looked at Iger and smiled.

Iger was stunned when he heard the words, and lowered his head hesitantly, not knowing what to do for a while.

"What are you worried about?" Chonghua looked at Iger with a smile.

"It's weird...I haven't seen them before, and suddenly said I want to see them..."

Iger felt a little guilty in his heart.

I have never experienced this battle...

"It doesn't matter, you can think about it slowly, anyway, our past is a matter of a moment..." Chonghua shrugged indifferently.

Iger's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

Even on Earth where magic is not restricted, it would take at least half an hour to flash from the east to the west...

This guy can cross the world in an instant when his magic power is reduced by half?

What race is this?

Iger suddenly had a sense of loss that he thought he was awesome, but only when he compared with others did he realize that he was a scum...

"Why don't I go back to the human world and take a look... These things will come later..."

Before he finished speaking, Iger saw Chonghua wave his hand, and the two appeared in a resplendent palace.

Iger: "..."

Looking around at the surrounding scene, the quaint Chinese-style buildings, and the lanterns shining dimly on the surrounding walls.

This is a main hall. Below the main hall, two rows of strange creatures of different shapes stand quietly beside the red lacquer pillars on both sides, as if waiting for someone to call.

Iger was a little dazed: "This is..."

"One of my palaces." Chonghua said nonchalantly, and sat down on the luxurious golden soft couch in the middle of the hall. He leaned on the couch lazily: "Have you made up your mind?"

The voice fell, and two beautiful maids walked up from below, holding a plate full of fruit and serving by Chonghua's side.

"I haven't thought about it yet..." Iger smacked his lips.

so enviable...

...

"You mean... Iger didn't get back from there with you, did that?"

In the headmaster's room at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's azure eyes watched Harry.

"Yes, Professor... I don't remember what happened, but Iger really didn't come out with me." Harry said eagerly, looking at Dumbledore.

"Ah...don't panic child..." Dumbledore said in a soft, unhurried voice, "The first thing we can rule out is that he died there..."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because I really can't think of anything else that could threaten his life..." Dumbledore said, and paused: "Except women..."

Harry: "..."

He suddenly wasn't so worried about Iger's safety...

At least judging from the fact that Dumbledore is still in the mood to joke, Iger's situation shouldn't be much worse...

"But what are we going to do as a professor now? He's stuck there." Harry still looked worried.

"The trouble I'm facing now is not Iger, Harry..." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly: "What I need to do now is to prevent some people from making the wrong choice at the wrong time. Listen to me, Harry, I can't even focus on Iger right now."

"But... don't we just do nothing?" Harry looked at Dumbledore hesitantly.

"Are you better than him, Harry?" Dumbledore looked at Harry cheerfully.

"No..." Harry pouted.

"Yeah, so what else can you do?" Dumbledore winked like an old urchin. "Pray for him."

Harry: "..."

Who do you pray to? Is it Merlin? Or Jesus?

Just after leaving the door of the headmaster's room, Harry suddenly remembered something and turned to look into the headmaster's room: "By the way, Professor, Hermione's side..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the door to the principal's room slammed shut, and Harry touched the dust on his nose...

"It's going to die, it's going to die..." Harry left in despair.

...

"What did you say?!!"

Sure enough, in the Granger's house, with Harry's arrival, the joyous atmosphere brought by the beginning of the school was immediately dissipated by the news of Iger's disappearance. Lee's collar: "Is he in the world of the dead now?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure..."

Harry's face looked bitter and anxious.

Elsa leaned against the sofa with dim eyes, holding her head in her hands, trying her best not to feel the dizziness in her head.

"I'm going!"

The little girl went out without saying a word.

"No, no, no." Harry hurriedly stepped forward to stop He Min, who seemed to be about to go berserk: "Iger is fine, I swear with my life!"

After thinking about it, Harry seemed to think that the oath was not that important.

"I swear by sex!" Harry added...

"Professor Dumbledore didn't look very surprised when I talked to Dumbledore just now, so Iger should be fine now!" Harry opened his hands and stopped at Granger's house like an eagle catching a chicken Door: "But if you go, Iger will be crazy if he comes back."

"Then do we just wait like this? Do nothing?" Hermione's eyes were flushed, and she yelled irritably.

"Wait~www.readwn.com~ Professor Dumbledore means that now with Iger disappearing, some people may not be so peaceful." Harry said dryly: "So we might as well put the target on hold for the time being. somewhere else."

"Like...?" Hermione looked at Harry suspiciously.

"Miss Elsa Smith, for example, will no longer be the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

An untimely voice sounded, and an old toad in a pink dress appeared in the courtyard not far behind Harry at some point.

Umbridge looked at several people with excitement in his eyes, and did not hide the maliciousness that flowed from those small eyes.

"Who brought you here?" Elsa gave Umbridge a cold look.

"I'm so sorry about Mr Morrissey, children." Umbridge grinned and gave a **** laugh: "But I'm here to inform you, Miss Smith, that Hogwarts is next term. Our Defence Against the Dark Arts class will be taken over by our Ministry, and I - will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts next year."