Chapter 71 Shampoo

Chapter 71 Shampoo

 Novel: The Poisoned Egg at Hogwarts Author: Jiang Xiaozhou

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　　Iger has always felt that he is a person who is content with poverty and contentment...as long as he has money, food, clothing, and people to serve him, he never causes trouble. He is as quiet as an old man who is about to be laid to rest.

　　In daily life, apart from strolling in the Forbidden Forest and teasing Kodak and Guoba, he lived like a Buddha.

　　Egg felt very good about his muddled life, but Hermione was quite critical of it.

　　Unknowingly, in a few years, Hermione had transformed from a little hairball who didn't understand anything to a very independent little witch, and her attitude towards Egg also began to become tougher without knowing it.

　　From the initial obedience to accommodation, and now the righteous request for Iger to go home for Christmas, five springs and autumns have passed unknowingly.

　　"Seriously, your parents will be heartbroken if they know you don't go back." Hermione looked at Egger pleadingly: "The Obscurus can be ready at any time, why does it have to be in time for Christmas?"

　　At night, the fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, and Hermione grabbed Egg's arm and wouldn't let go. She had been talking for more than an hour, ever since Egg told her that he couldn't go home for Christmas this year.

　　"I must master Obscurus..." Egg spread his hands helplessly.

　　"But we don't have to worry, right?" Hermione blinked, her long eyelashes slightly fluttering, and her heart felt hot when she saw Egg.

　　"Emmm... I'm a little anxious. Dumbledore wants me to help him do something during the holidays." Egger smiled awkwardly: "So I can only practice mastering the Obscurus during the Christmas vacation, and then I still need to do some work during the final vacation. Go out once."

　　"What's going on?" Hermione reacted quickly, and her attention instantly found the key point of the matter.

　　"Go...find a magical animal that looks like a snake, neither human nor ghost..." Iger thought about it carefully and felt that there should be nothing wrong with his wording.

　　Who is Voldemort now? Rare beast?

　　Hermione reluctantly said "oh" and stopped talking.

　　Not far away, Harry and Ron were laughing and playing with exploding cards. The sound of snapping could be heard all the time, and Hermione felt a little restless for no reason.

　　"If I were you, I would stay away right now." Hermione looked at the two of them with an unkind expression.

　　The two of them were stunned for a moment, looked at each other in confusion, and then silently packed up the cards and turned to leave, but no matter how they looked at their backs, there was a hint of resentment.

　　The charcoal fire was still burning cracklingly in the fireplace. On the stone platform above the fireplace, a salamander was eyeing the black toad lying not far away, wondering what it was planning.

　　"I want to go with you." Hermione turned to look at Egg.

　　"No." Egg refused without thinking.

　　Are you kidding me? I went to capture the Dark Lord. Do you think I was taking care of a child?

　　Smoothing her mouth, Hermione looked at Egger with a worried look in her eyes. She didn't say a word, just kept rubbing her body, her little feet under her body were touching Egger's belly bit by bit.

　　Egg sighed with a headache, not knowing what to say. The older Hermione got, the more Egg felt the pressure coming from the little girl.

　　The strong girl in this story finally lost her previous anxiety and slowly began to become aggressive and assertive.

　　Ige feels a little melancholy, and estimates that in two years' time, just the emotional problems alone will be enough for him to drink a pot...

　　At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if I had been kicked in the head by a donkey before. Why was I so naive to think of taking both?

　　But Egg just thought about it. After such a long period of contact, if he watched Hermione being with someone else, he would be kicked in the head by a donkey...

　　I just strictly abide by monogamy. There is nothing wrong with one wife and one wife.

　　Even if there is really any problem, once Hermione graduates, I will spare no effort to push her to the position of Minister of Magic and change the marriage laws in the wizarding world...

　　Although it is difficult to implement it in a place like England where equality between men and women is important, how can a living person be choked to death by urinating?

　　The little calculations in my heart were clicking, and the warm little feet on my belly were still rubbing.

　　Helplessly holding down Hermione's mischievous little foot, Egg looked seriously into the girl's eyes: "I will solve it as soon as possible. At least if there is any danger, no one can stop me from running away."

　　Hermione reluctantly hummed and leaned quietly against Egger's side.

　　Early in the morning on Christmas Eve, Iger sat up half asleep, mechanically picked up the milk on the bedside and drank it in one gulp. Then he let out a long burp, and the fragrant milk fragrance rushed straight into his nose.

　　After putting on his clothes in a daze, Iger stretched his waist lazily and raised the corners of his mouth slightly as he looked at the bright room illuminated by the sun.

　　This is life!

　　Even in the magical world, real life is not as bloody and bloody as the stories describe. Most people look forward to a quiet and peaceful life.

　　How could the time he had lived in this world be described in detail in more than a million words in the story?

　　"Oh...yo..." Guoba in his arms poked his head out sleepily, and his slender little fingers seemed to have barbs stuck tightly to Iger's clothes. His eyes the size of sesame seeds looked at Iger, and his mouth was slurred. Said hello to Egger.

　　"Good morning..." Iger stretched out his index finger and gently tapped Guo Ba's little head.

　　Ke Ke held something like a cocoon in his arms and stuck his head out. His fleshy little body rubbed against the bed. He looked at Ige with his dark and shiny black eyes, and then secretly stuffed something into his arms.

　　Iger casually picked up his short legs and swung them towards the bed. A piece of silkworm cocoon-like thing fell into Iger's hand. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net The silkworm cocoon slowly opened, and a colorful butterfly-like animal lay on it. Egg palm.

　　"If you don't want to be eaten by the curling-winged demon, don't cause trouble while it's sleeping." Egger rubbed Kodak's fleshy belly fiercely, turned around and went downstairs.

　　In the common room, Fred and George got a Boggart from nowhere. The Boggart was flying around amidst the funny sounds, and occasionally flew to Neville. Snape's The old face will be distorted and flash past.

　　"Flying around!" Egger shook the wand in his hand, and the Boggart flew to a cabinet not far away.

　　"Five points from Gryffindor. Don't play this in the common room. Don't you know how aggressive Boggarts are?" Egger felt helpless.

　　Although the spell to deal with Boggart is simple, it is still somewhat dangerous. The reason is that as long as it can conjure something, it has some of the abilities of that thing. To be more realistic, Boggart is actually very powerful. dangerous.

　　There were sighs and sighs, and Fred and George looked like they would no longer love each other, which made Egger feel very disgusted.

　　"What do you think a boggart will become when it meets Snape?"

　　Ron's voice sounded on the stairs behind him. He and Harry were looking curiously at the cabinet in the distance.

　　"Maybe...a bucket of shampoo?" Harry said absently as he looked straight at the drawer containing the Boggart not far away.

　　However, Iger still smiled unkindly. When he thought of Snape's face facing the shampoo, Iger laughed even louder and fell forward and back on the sofa, twitching continuously.

　　Then there was another burst of laughter, and Harry seemed to be amused by his own words. In Gryffindor, thinking about Snape was always the most interesting thing.