Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

At night, in a small villa on the outskirts of London, Fudge looked at Umbridge, who was sitting on a chair in the living room with a pale face.

"Iger is back?" Fudge held a cup of hot cocoa with his arms trembling slightly.

Before Umbridge could say anything, Fudge heard a loud bang and the door of the villa was kicked open.

Egger walked into the room leisurely carrying a big golden hammer, followed by two Aurors who had been knocked unconscious.

"It's... it's been a long time... Iger." Fudge looked at Egg with a dry smile. Umbridge behind him suddenly screamed and huddled behind the sofa in the room, hoping to cover up his fat body.

"The Minister is a little forgetful. Didn't we meet at the end of last semester?" Iger grinned, but no matter how you looked at it, there was a fierce flavor in that smile.

"That's right..." Fudge laughed: "I wonder why you came to my place so late, Egg?"

"For the harvest of autumn, for the wild geese to return in spring..." Iger muttered casually.

"What?" Fudge was stunned.

"Nothing..." With a long sigh, Egger walked into the room, ignoring Fudge beside him, sitting on a soft chair and pouring a glass of fire whiskey by himself.

"Mr. Minister... you say... to be fair... how do I treat the Ministry of Magic? How do I treat you?" Egger looked at Fudge happily and asked.

"Of course it's good..." Fudge said with a dry smile: "Mr. Egg, you have provided our ministry with so many anti-magic cloaks, not to mention the large sums of funds..."

"Well... I think you're right..." Iger nodded and pondered for a few seconds while holding the wine glass. Then he swung the glass in his hand towards Fudge: "You know that too!"

With a crash, all the wine in the glass spilled onto Fudge's face. Fudge suddenly trembled and straightened up fearfully.

"When you first became minister, everyone thought you were cowardly, vain, and unworthy of advancement. Only Dumbledore thought you were kind and took the trouble to help you. Over time, you have grown to this extent?" Egger? Squinting his eyes slightly: "Stretching your hand to Hogwarts... Who gave you the courage to decide on my territory?"

"That's my fucking territory!"

Iger slapped Fudge on the face. Fudge's face turned red, but he didn't dare to breathe. The golden war hammer behind Iger was suspended in the air. It was quite like if you dare to touch it, I'll give you an eighty shot. mean…

"Do you think Dumbledore wants to steal your minister's position?" Iger squinted his eyes: "If you don't urinate and show off your appearance, if Dumbledore really wants your position, what's the matter with you? "

Fudge looked at Egg with a groan, intending to refute, but he didn't say anything.

He knew that what Iger said was right...

"In fact, before that..." Iger poured another glass of wine and took a sip: "I have always felt that although you have a stronger desire for power, you should be considered good in nature, and you are conscientious in handling official duties... "

"Until I took Harry to the underworld..." Egg spat a mouthful of wine on Fudge's face: "You turned around and smashed the door to the afterlife?"

"I gave you several hundred sets of cloaks from the Ministry of Magic, worth hundreds of thousands of galleons, and I provide you with funds every year. Why the hell do you still want to kill me?" Egger slapped Fudge on the face again. : "Who gave you the courage? Huh? Jesus?"

Egg's murderous intent boiled over, and the staff behind him slowly turned into a blood-red trident. He casually placed the trident on Fudge's neck: "You deserve to die."

"No..." Fudge reacted immediately. He stepped back in panic, his face turned pale, and the fat on his body was trembling slightly: "You can't kill me, Dumbledore will not allow you to do this. of."

"Ah...that's right...I still respect teachers more." Iger narrowed his eyes and reached into his arms to dig out something like a black sack. Mrich threw it.

"No!" Umbridge screamed, quickly pulling out her wand and releasing a Patronus.

That's a silver cat...

Egger's face darkened instantly.

"This really pisses me off..." Gritting his teeth, Egg pointed far away at the cat, and a red light flashed between his fingers. The cat was immediately beaten to pieces by Egg's magic spell.

"No!!" Umbridge looked at the dementor flying towards her in despair. The next second, the dementor took off the hood on its head and gave Umbridge a warm but yet... fatal kiss…

Fudge watched Umbridge's soul being swallowed by the dementors, but he didn't dare to make the slightest move. The trident in Egg's hand was still on his shoulder.

Fudge was very sure that as long as he made a slight movement, the trident around his neck would poke three bloody holes in himself.

Maybe six - if they were stabbed...

"Come on, tell me now, what do you think, huh?" Egg grinned.

Fudge stared blankly at Umbridge's motionless body, and said in a dull voice: "You killed her..."

"No, I didn't." Egger shook his head: "She's still alive... emmm... No, but it's better to say... not dead yet?"

"You devil..." Fudge took a deep breath.

"You are right." Iger said with a sincere face: "Since you have been working hard for so many years, I can grant you a small wish. Is there anything else you want to say?"

Fudge's lips couldn't stop trembling. His face was pale and his eyes were straight: "Let my family go...please."

"Okay." Egg nodded, and the trident in front of him stabbed into Fudge's neck.

With a plop, Fudge fell to the ground with a strange expression on his face, as if he was thanking him but also feeling sorry.

The expression is very complicated...

"The Minister of Magic wanted to do something evil to his female subordinate late at night. In anger, he ordered the Dementors to devour her soul. However, he was stopped by two Aurors who arrived in time. During the fierce fight, Mr. Minister died unfortunately... I... Deep condolences.”

Egger looked at the two corpses in front of him with cold eyes and whispered softly: "How about this story? Gentlemen?"

With that said, Egg turned around and looked at the two Aurors outside the door who had just climbed up with difficulty and asked.

The two Aurors looked at each other and then smiled bitterly: "Sir, as long as you are happy..."

Upstairs in the villa, two figures were hiding in a corner to spy on what was going on in the living room. A young man looked at Egger below with hatred in his eyes and covered the mouth of the woman beside him to prevent his mother from screaming. Voice.

Egg Morriss…

I also want you to feel the pain of losing a loved one!

He didn't dare to go down and stop Iger. The only result would be that his whole family would be killed by Iger...

The man was very conscious, and the only thing he could do was to prevent his mother from rushing out.

"In this case... Sir, please leave first, and leave this place to us." An Auror stepped forward and looked at Egg helplessly.

"No need." Egger waved his hand, and there was a bang. The violent fireball swept through the entire villa in an instant, and two screams suddenly sounded upstairs.

The two Aurors immediately rushed into the house, trying to rescue the people upstairs, but were thrown out by Egg.

"You just promised him to spare his family!" an Auror shouted.

"Yes, I agreed." Egger's eyes were flat: "So I let their souls go."

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