Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"What's the origin of the little boy?" Jiang Kun didn't seem to be as sleepy as before, tilting his head and looking at Iger cheerfully: "Xingmin? Or pure blood?"

"I don't know..." Iger grinned awkwardly: "Well, what is Xingmin?"

"It's the Muggle in your mouth..." the old man said casually: "Decades ago, this name was spread along with the Western wizard culture, and China also began to have a name called Mazhong, but don't call it that, it's Cursing..."

"Uh...Brother Zhuge is...?" Iger's mouth twitched.

"That kid is pure blood, the boss of the Zhuge family. Although pure blood families in China don't discriminate against Xingmin, they also pay attention to being well-matched when making friends and marrying wives. That little piggy is very arrogant..." Jiang Kun sighed a little melancholy He breathed a sigh of relief: "I haven't learned much about my skills, but I have learned a lot about my stink. This is the current world of witchcraft..."

There is quite a bit of emotion in the words that one wave is not as good as one wave...

"I treasure my broom. This is a common problem among wizards. It is even more serious in China than in the West." Mr. Jiang muttered unhappily: "Why do young wizards start to use magic wands in modern times? To what real witchcraft inheritance..."

What the old man said is very reasonable. Iger thinks that he should listen to this kind of theory more, there is no harm in it.

"Do you know swordsmanship?" the old man looked at Iger cheerfully and asked.

"No..." Iger replied bluntly.

"Where is the refining technique?" Jiang Kun asked again.

"Nor...no..." Iger was a little ashamed.

"The technique of Qihuang?"

"No..." Iger grinned awkwardly, Qi Huangdao is the name of the Chinese potion class.

"Shennong?"

"Won't…"

"Astronomy and astrology?"

"don't know…"

"Feng Shui Pulse Search?"

"I don't understand..."

"You should know some guard skills, right?" Mr. Jiang frowned slightly.

Iger smacked his lips: "This...proficient!"

When I came here, Zhuge Yun said that the art of guarding is Defense Against the Dark Arts...

"Yo... What's your specialty?" The old man smiled, and he finally has one thing he's good at.

"Swing the hammer!" Iger patted his chest confidently.

Jiang Kun: "???"

The old man feels that he seems to be a bit out of date with the times. Since when is swinging a hammer considered a guarding technique?

"How about the technique of moving?" Jiang Kun looked at Iger.

"Ignore the restrictions and move around at will! One step is half of China!" Iger slapped his chest with a proud face.

"You are a good young man, you can go anywhere in the world." Jiang Kun smiled.

He finally understood that this was a scumbag, except for Mang, he was Mang, and if he ran away, no one could catch up.

In a sense, it is invincible...

"What's going on in Europe now?" Old man Jiang raised his eyelids.

"Very good." Iger dealt with it casually.

"What's that called Fu...what's it called Fu?" Jiang Kun squinted his eyes and pondered for a while but couldn't figure out what it was called.

"Voldemort."

"Yes, Voldemort... still jumping?" Jiang Kun looked at Iger curiously.

"I can't jump up anymore, I caught it, and I can't live long..." Iger laughed.

"That's right. If you want me to say that Albus is timid, you care so much about him. If he is caught and killed, it will be over." The old man laughed: "If I am a hundred years younger, if I catch him, I won't let him die." It's his fault, the brat has gone to heaven..."

Iger was ashamed, he really couldn't understand why all the old men he knew were more aggressive than the other...

Dumbledore captured Grindelwald, Nicolas May slaughtered many wizards, and this one in front of him is even more violent and messy, full of domineering...

"The last time I saw Albus was more than twenty years ago, at the International Conference of Wizards, he was not yet a hundred years old at that time, and I was just in my early two hundred..."

Iger: "..."

"At that time, he was so worried, it made me feel very upset." Mr. Jiang sneered: "If this is my student, the old man would have cleaned up the house a long time ago!"

The old man is mighty...

Iger was a little emotional, he was still too tender.

For a long time, seeing that the old man had finished chattering, Iger was turning around to leave, and then saw the old man flying over with a sign.

Iger subconsciously took the sign, on which were the words Kunlun Hall engraved in seal script.

"This is the student's badge, ID card, take it, you are a student of my Kunlun Hall, go, go to see Phoenix..." The old man waved his hand, and Iger bowed to the old man again and turned to leave.

For Iger, contact with Jiang Kun is more tiring than contact with Nicolas May and Dumbledore.

Iger can be skinny with those two people, because whether it is Nicole May or Dumbledore, both of them are alive and kicking. Nicole May can even trot when he is over six hundred and seventy years old. Who will believe it?

But Mr. Jiang is different. He looks like he is dying, and he spits cigarettes from time to time, which makes Iger afraid that he will lose his temper by talking about the old guy, and he will get into trouble...

Skin? What a joke!

Chinese old man...

How should I say it? Your uncle is still your uncle...

The moment he walked out of the door of the principal's office, a rock rose up from the door, and Iger floated upward with him. The moment he reached the top floor, the surrounding light suddenly became brighter, and the starry sky he had just seen disappeared, and the surroundings became In a quiet and peaceful small forest, there are faint sounds of birdsong in the forest.

Jumping off the rock, Iger walked towards the forest, screaming in his mouth, "Are there any birds?"

"Who are you?" A crisp voice sounded, and a colorful little head protruded from a branch not far from Iger. A little parrot tilted its head and looked at Iger in human language.

"I'm here to find Phoenix." Iger said truthfully.

"No, get out." The little parrot screamed crisply.

"I'm here to find Phoenix." Iger raised the staff behind him expressionlessly.

"Go in!" The little parrot flew away chirping and flapping its wings, and there was a faint cursing sound in the air.

...

On the other side, Zhuge Yun met a little doll again.

Also in Tibet, also riding a broom, the difference is that this time the foreign doll is a little lolita.

Zhuge Yun was a little surprised, why are you smuggling from Tibet today? I should mention it in the next meeting, those bastards Ah San are too shameful...

In fact, the issue of national defense has always been a headache for the magic world.

Whether it's apparition or portkeys, neither border fortification alone can solve it, which makes it impossible for many dark wizards to track them.

"Where... are you from? What's your name?" Zhuge Yun sat on the flying carpet, looking at the little girl in front of him with some headaches.

Emily looked at the man on the flying carpet in front of her blankly, and immediately babbled a lot regardless of whether the man could understand her own language or not.

Although Zhuge Yun's English is not very good, he still understood a few words.

Iger...

"You want to find this person?" Zhuge Yun looked at the little girl with a smile, and took out a mirror from his arms, which showed Iger's appearance.

Emily nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Seeing Emily's appearance, Zhuge Yun pinched his chin and pondered slightly.

Could it be Iger's little lover?

"You... come with me..." Zhuge Yun sighed, it seemed that he had to make another trip.

Are young people this crazy? Across half the world to chase your little boyfriend? Not afraid to run into dark wizards...

Zhuge Yun is very fond of Iger. On the one hand, it is the temperament of the other party, and on the other hand, it is because of the golden staff behind the other party showing off half of his wealth. No matter how you look at it, Iger does not look like an ordinary wizard.

For a pure-blood family, it is a very good thing to have a foreign friend with a detached status.

This is true in the West, and even more so in the East.

Moreover, a child from a family like Zhuge Yun is different from a person like Lucius who emphasizes his pure-blood status every day. Traditional Chinese etiquette makes Zhuge Yun not show it on his face whether he is friendly with the other party or hates the other party.

At the same time, in the Bird Pavilion...

Iger looked at the little phoenix on the sycamore tree in front of him, salivating, and called out in a chirping voice: "What's your name?"

Phoenix is ​​proud, and the one in front of it is obviously no exception. Iger didn't get any response.

This is already the fifth phoenix, and none of the five phoenixes is willing to talk to him.

Iger was helpless and depressed.

Iger has always been doing everything smoothly, but this is the first time he has hit a snag...

So how did Dumbledore's ancestors do it? Why would the phoenix appear as long as Dumbledore needed help?

It's not fair!

Iger sniffed, looked up at the little phoenix on the treetop, and pouted a little sourly.

Ignore it and ignore it, labor and management don't have to want Phoenix...

It's a big deal to raise a chicken, it looks similar anyway...

Iger thought maliciously, don't say it, it really made me feel better thinking about it this way, and Iger didn't bother to talk to the firebird on the tree anymore, so he sat down on the root of the tree, took out a piece of bloody beef from his arms, and raw The fire burned up.

I haven’t eaten since I left Albania. It’s hard to go back to China once, can’t it be for nothing? Right for a picnic...

After setting up two stone slabs, Iger began to roast the meat on his own. The aroma of the barbecue continued to waft around, and the cooking smoke curled up in the forest of the Bird Pavilion, which seemed a bit interesting.

"You human being is so unreasonable, you actually grilled meat in front of Phoenix..." Little Phoenix spoke on the thick plane tree.

"It's not my phoenix, I don't care what you think..." Iger curled his lips.

You won't come with me anyway, why should I consider your thoughts...

Besides, Dumbledore teased Fox with the cake every day, and he didn't see why Fox was unhappy. To put it bluntly, these stupid birds were just spoiled.

The phoenix has a unique meaning to the Chinese people. Although it seems important, it is just a mascot from the essence of the matter...

A few minutes later, Iger looked at the whitish beef roasted on the slate and sniffed his nose.

"It's so fragrant..." Iger grinned.

This lean beef was still a meal for Buckbeak, and it hadn't come to send it there in a hurry, but it went into his stomach first.

The little phoenix on the branch looked at Iger with disdain and narrowed his eyes, looking disgusted.

"Do you want to eat it?" After picking up a piece of cooked beef, Iger looked up at the phoenix on the branch.

"Don't eat unless you are practicing, and don't drink unless you are from Liquan. Do you understand what it means, little foreign devil?" The little phoenix on the branch raised its head proudly, and shook its slender tail feathers behind it.

"Little...foreign...ghost?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

Sure enough, I still give you too much face...

"You really don't want to eat?" Iger looked at Phoenix with a smile.

"Who wants to eat that thing, that vulgar thing..." Little Phoenix was very proud, and then he snorted as if puzzled: "Trash!"

"Very good!" Iger grinned.

As soon as the words fell, the little Phoenix saw Iger's figure appearing in front of him in an instant, pinching his neck with one hand, and pinching his wings with the other hand.

The little thing was immediately picked up by Iger like a chicken...

"Since you don't want to eat, then I'll feed you..." Iger had a weird smile on his face, clamped the wings of the little phoenix with his legs, stretched out his hand to pinch the beak of the little phoenix, and stuffed the beef into it!

The chirping of the phoenix in the forest just sounded, and immediately after hearing the chirping, it weakened and turned into a suppressed chirping sound. After a few minutes, there was no sound in the forest...

In the principal's room, a rocking chair swayed gently. Mr. Jiang clicked his smoking gun and looked at a large bronze mirror that was as tall as a person not far away. The scene in the Bird Pavilion on the top of the building was in the mirror.

Seeing Iger forcefully stuffing roast beef into Little Phoenix, Jiang Kun couldn't help laughing.

"It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable, hahahaha..." The old man excitedly shook the rocking chair, with a gloating expression on his face: "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Is it delicious?" Iger jumped off the sycamore tree with the little phoenix in his arms, squatted by the fire and raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Vulgar thing!" The little phoenix choked out a few calls as it opened and closed its beak: "Let go of me, I won't eat it, I won't eat it..."

The protest was ineffective, and another piece of beef was stuffed into Xiao Fenghuang's mouth, which made Xiao Fenghuang roll his eyes.

"Is it delicious?" Iger grinned and looked at Little Phoenix with a serious smile.

Little Phoenix shrank his head and kept quiet...

Another piece of beef stuffed into his mouth...

"Is it delicious?" Iger raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"tasty…"

"Another piece?"

Little Phoenix is ​​silent...

It is very young, only two or three hundred years old. From the moment it was born, both the wizards and the clansmen around it told it not to eat unless it is practiced, and not to drink unless it is a sweet spring. Little Phoenix felt that he should be born like this Noble.

The so-called Lianshi refers to the bamboo rice produced by old bamboo, and Liquan is sweet and clear spring water that tastes like light wine.

It can be said to be very picky...

Especially since the Kunlun Hall was built, the little phoenix has never left the sycamore tree. Although it looks like any tree is the same, others tell it that it is noble, and only the sycamore is worthy of its status.

However, this set doesn't work here in Iger...

Little Phoenix's values ​​of more than two hundred years were ravaged by Iger, and half a catty of cooked beef was forced into it.

Seeing that Little Phoenix didn't speak, Iger casually picked up another piece of cooked beef and stuffed it. This time it didn't work. He pinched the bird's beak, and the little thing opened it by itself.

"That's right..." Iger grinned, "Is it delicious?"

Little Phoenix didn't make a sound.

Half an hour later, one person and one bird leaned against the root of the tree, patted their bellies.

"It's so fragrant..." Little Phoenix smacked the bird's beak and screamed...