Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

Not long after the meal, a flock of black owls flew into the auditorium with a roar, and among the eagles there was also a certain uninhibited and free-spirited laughter.

Unsurprisingly, after the Daily Prophet was released today, the news that the Minister of Magic had an affair with a female subordinate and that two people died unexpectedly caused an uproar in the entire magical world. Everyone was 'guessing' who did this. .

It's just speculation, but in fact everyone basically knows it...

A while ago, the Ministry of Magic was still spreading the news that Egg would never come back, and then a few days later it reached out to Hogwarts...

Whose territory is Hogwarts?

Egg's territory!

Even if you dug out the four founders from their graves, Iger's name would still be on the land deed!

Then on the night when Iger came back, the Minister of Magic died unexpectedly due to excessive excitement...

What's more, Umbridge is also a relatively famous witch. Many people know her. If she looks like that, Fudge will be so hungry...

After Hermione read the newspaper for a long time, she sighed helplessly.

"Do you want me to transform into a succubus?" Hermione asked softly, turning to look at Egg.

"Yeah, isn't it good to stay young forever?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"Of course it's very good." Hermione nodded: "Then as soon as possible, I don't want to be the Minister of Magic anymore..."

"Why? Isn't this your ideal? I've made room for you to speed up the progress of things." Egg looked at Hermione funny, not knowing what the other person was thinking.

"Forget it..." Hermione shook her head slightly: "A regime without power is absurd and ridiculous. I don't want to be such a minister..."

"Who said that? If you become the minister, won't the Ministry of Magic have more power?" Egg looked at Hermione in surprise: "It's impossible for me to go against you."

"It still doesn't work..." Hermione smiled: "I discovered from you that it doesn't matter what the political power is. The right to speak in this world will always be in the hands of those who have capital. Now it is controlled by various families. The Ministry of Magic I control is not what I want..."

"Besides..." After saying that, Hermione sighed: "The main reason why I want to be a minister is because of you..."

"Forget it..." Iger shrugged: "I will take you back to hell in a few years. Then I will establish a Ministry of Magic for you in hell. Let alone a Ministry of Magic. Even if you build a country, no one will object..."

Harry and Ron looked at the two of them with a sour look, these words of love made sense...

Only Iger has the capital to say such things...

"That's right, Egg, you don't know yet, right? I have become the prefect of Gryffindor."

On the way to the greenhouse of the herbal medicine class after dinner, Ron flirted with Egg with a proud look on his face.

"Aha... That's good. I guessed it. Professor McGonagall must have accurately calculated one for each of the Weasleys..." Iger grinned.

"Who said that? Fred and George didn't." Ron quickly corrected Egger's words.

"That may be because there are not enough points, huh?" Iger shrugged: "Let me think about it, if nothing else happens, the female prefect must be Hermione."

"You were quite right." Hermione laughed.

"Of course... the people who can become prefects will definitely not be people like me and Harry who like to cause trouble." Egg spread his hands.

"Don't talk about this." Harry interrupted Iger. He looked at Iger curiously. It seemed that he had come out of his sadness: "Come and tell us, what is in hell?"

"Hell Lyon..." Egg held his chin and thought for a moment: "The grassland is full of hippogriffs, griffins, thestrals, etc... There are as many magical animals there as there are beasts in the forest. By the way, I even raised them. The First Demon Dragon will probably be several hundred meters long when it grows up."

"Cool...man, you know what we want to ask more..." Ron smiled, and moved to Egger's side mischievously: "It doesn't matter about magical animals... How much are Veela?"

"..." Egg: "I haven't seen it yet...but I have seen many more beautiful creatures than Veela..."

"What? Say it, say it!" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up. Egg felt that if he said this, he might beg him to take him to hell...

"Succubus..." Egger said: "A vassal race of the devil clan, with extremely beautiful looks and excellent figures! Unfortunately, they do not marry other races other than devils - of course, it is okay if they like you. "

"It sounds like it's difficult to hear you say that?" Ron swallowed.

"Of course, it seems that there hasn't been one since ancient times..." Iger smiled: "In hell, strength is respected, and no order or rules exist there. Only with big fists can you speak with confidence."

"The classes in hell are roughly divided into: the undead of evil people, ordinary hell-born races and magical animals, some advanced regional races - such as dragons, succubi, etc., and then the ruling class - the devil clan."

Iger grinned: "Speaking of which, I am still a rich second generation. My family covers an area of ​​about one million square kilometers."

"This damn capitalism really makes me jealous..." Ron muttered quietly.

"I have more than a hundred succubus maids at home..." Egg muttered to Ron in a low voice.

Ron's eyes suddenly lit up: "Does your family still lack servants?"

Egger: "..."

You think beautifully!

"What I'm more curious about is, what kind of people are my uncle and aunt?" Hermione asked with a red face.

"Look at me~" Egg looked at Hermione with a smile.

"Huh?" Hermione tilted her head, looking cute.

"My face looks like my mother, and my personality is like my father." Iger said, "My father's name is Mammon, and my mother's name is Frosebina."

"Oh oh oh! I've heard of this name!" Ron shouted immediately.

"Have you heard of it?" Egg looked at Ron curiously.

"Yes, I sometimes complain about the situation at home. You know the conditions of my family." Ron coughed slightly embarrassed: "Then my mother always taught me not to let greed take over my mind. A devil named mammon will arouse people's original sin - greed, and then let people fall deeply into it, and finally lead to destruction."

"It's a bit exaggerated..." Iger laughed and said, "My father..."

In an instant, the image of Mammon sitting on a solid gold armchair, holding a crystal cup appeared in Egger's mind...

"Okay, you're right..." Iger's mouth twitched for a moment and he said coquettishly.

"But it doesn't arouse people's greed. It's true that my father likes to collect treasures... but they are all given by residents or other devils in our family's territory." Egg thought for a while.

"I'm so envious..." Ron looked envious.

Hermione looked at Egger quite understandingly: "So this is your inheritance?"

Egger: "..."

"Actually, I feel like it's of no use..." Iger shook his head: "I used to like treasures when I was short of money, but then when I had more money, I felt that it was actually nothing..."

"Can you first write down the magic stone on your staff before talking to me..." Harry looked at the staff in Egg's hand with a strange expression: "The red light hurts my eyes..."

Egger: "..."

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