Chapter 59 Memory

Chapter 59 Memory

 Novel: The Poisoned Egg at Hogwarts Author: Jiang Xiaozhou

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　　After the Duel Club ended that day, Egg returned to the dormitory a little exhausted.

　　To be honest, guiding students to fight is not as easy as imagined. For example, for the duel between Seamus and Neville, Snape and Egg had to set up full protection and super armor beside the long platform. Protect yourself in case something unexpected happens to the students watching the battle.

　　There was also a big Slytherin girl who gave up her wand and chose physical combat when fighting a Ravenclaw girl. When Egg separated them, the little Ravenclaw girl almost died...

　　Seeing that the girl was much taller and stronger than him, Egger couldn't help but wonder if he could beat her. Her arms were almost as thick as his thighs.

　　"Isn't that guy of giant blood like Hagrid?" Egger muttered, and then thought with some confusion: "Maybe it's a giant monster?"

　　However, this also made Egger feel a little uneasy. Without a wand, most wizards would find it difficult to win against a Muggle who could fight. Even Dumbledore and Voldemort, the two of them had infinite power. There are not many magic wands, especially Voldemort. He would kill someone and even steal other people's wands. Although Egger doesn't think everyone should be as weird as himself and can cast spells without a wand, but in Voldemort's situation, it is inevitable. A little too low...

　　It's not that Egg is swollen, and without the wand, a thing like Voldemort is no different from a little plague chicken in front of him. He can easily pinch one with one hand.

　　Maybe I should learn how to fight? It may have unexpected effects when fighting enemies in the future...

　　Egg was thinking in his mind, and he suddenly felt that this method seemed very feasible!

　　Think about it, after the opponent's several spells had no effect on you, you took out two knives, went up and opened Wushuang. Damn, it's so cool!

　　As a mage, you should play close combat...

　　During the whole afternoon of practice, Egger was in the fantasy of opening an unparalleled weapon. Before he could think about it carefully, Kingsley came to Hogwarts with a very unpopular thing.

　　Dementors…

　　Egg wrote to him to request a dementor from Azkaban to teach the students the Patronus spell...

　　When Egg came to the campus gate with a silver-white cat, the silver-white lynx next to Kingsley was watching a dementor eagerly.

　　"Thank you, Kingsley." Iger greeted Kingsley with a smile.

　　"You're welcome. I really hope you can be safe for two days." Kingsley spread his hands helplessly: "You must be careful, this thing is not safe at all."

　　"Does he have an IQ?" Egg blinked and looked at the Dementor beside him.

　　"There are some, so this also allows them to always find reasons to hurt others." Kingsley said, looking at the dementors aside with disgust. To be honest, Egger had never seen Kingsley hate others. , Kingsley's gentle character makes it difficult for others to see him when he is angry.

　　"Okay, as long as we can communicate!" Iger smiled. The silver kitten beside him suddenly jumped to the Dementor and jumped on his head. Then, Iger stepped on the Dementor's erection. At the neck, a trace of fierce fire was spitting out from the tip of the staff. At Egg's feet, the dementor looked terrible and wanted to run away in fear.

　　"Please help me translate it for him. If it dares to suck anyone's soul here, I will kill him, and then go to Azkaban to slaughter their entire tribe." Egg said with a smile, What he said made Kingsley feel bad.

　　Kingsley simply said a few words to the Dementor in a language that sounded like a patient gasping for breath, and the Dementor immediately calmed down.

　　"What did you say?" Egg looked at Kingsley curiously.

　　"If you don't be honest, you will die. The language of their tribe is very poor..." Kingsley spread his hands helplessly: "Well, you must be careful. Aisha asked me to tell you that she loves you."

　　"Help me tell her that I love her too." Iger waved his hand, grabbed the dementor's neck and returned to school. The figure in the big black cloak was tossed around by Iger, and bumped into the road signs from time to time. Trembling.

　　Although the Dementor was very big, it weighed very little. Egg felt like his hands were just as heavy as a skeleton.

　　There are actually many ways to cause damage to dementors, such as fire, Gryffindor's sword, or basilisk's fangs. It is not only a patron saint, but compared to other methods, guardianship God is obviously more suitable for most people to grasp.

　　The existence that is close to the soul makes the dementor have a natural fear of these Horcrux nemesis. This dementor shivered in Egg's hand, as quiet as a little plague chicken.

　　"Oh my God, Egg, what's that in your hand?" Professor McGonagall's panicked voice came. Egg turned around and saw a black-haired lady with an old face walking over in a hurry.

　　"Good evening, Professor McGonagall." Egg looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile and said, "The dementors I got from the Ministry of Magic are going to be used to teach the students the Patronus Charm."

　　"This is too dangerous, Egg, take your hand away." Professor McGonagall pointed the wand at the Dementor: "Oh my God, how did you touch it? A normal person would break the Patronus if he touches it..."

　　"???"

　　Is that so? Egger was stunned when he heard this, and then let go of the Dementor with some confusion. He couldn't help scratching his head. Why didn't he feel anything?

　　I can't feel the coldness and dead silence that others say, and the emotion of never being happy again.

　　"Why don't I feel it?" Egger looked confused. This obviously not normal state suddenly made him curious about his own life experience.

　　I am not normal!

　　At night, Egger couldn't help but think deeply while lying on the bed. At this time, the unlucky Dementor had been locked into a large box by Professor McGonagall, and was tightly locked by six or seven iron locks.

　　It's easy to understand why Obscurus broke out. Although he has never been abused, it is not surprising that a long period of inadvertent magic suppression caused him to develop Obscurus. After all, his magic power under normal circumstances is indeed much higher than that of his peers.

　　Then there is the inexplicable learning ability, such as various languages, and the unique talent for learning books imprinted with magic, a talent that can barely be attributed to blood.

　　But it's unusual to be able to hold a dementor and play with it like a sunny doll. If Professor McGonagall hadn't just said it, I wouldn't have known that dementors couldn't be touched...

　　Perhaps, he should take a look at the memory of the old woman in Hull?

　　Iger had never thought about exploring his own life experience, because he didn't care. He had received love from his father and mother in his previous life. There was no need to add some sadness to himself to find the biological parents of this body. Iger felt that now This situation is quite good. I have friends, a lover, a teacher, and a lot of money... I already lack everything, so I have never thought about it.

　　However, all the abnormal situations now make Egger feel a little unusual. He is not looking for his parents, but to find out what kind of blood he is.

　　When I thought of this, Iger couldn't sleep anymore. A strong curiosity was raging in my heart, and I immediately ran to the principal's office in pajamas. UUReadingｗww.uukａnshu.net

　　After pushing the door open, there was no one in the principal's room. Phineas was humming something on the wall, as if he was complaining to Egg for not sleeping at night.

　　Iger held a small bottle in his hand, poured old Mrs. Hull's memory into the pensieve in the cabinet next to it, and then plunged into it.

　　An inexplicable feeling of weightlessness came, and Egg looked around. Although the surrounding light was very dim and the wind and snow blowing in the sky made his vision blurry, he could still accurately distinguish the location here.

　　This is the small courtyard of the orphanage...

　　A few dogs barked faintly in the distance, and a baby kept crying at the door of the courtyard. Egg raised his eyebrows. This should be his own cry...

　　Soon, Old Mrs. Hull hurried out of the room, opened the door and picked up Iger. Iger followed curiously. Old Mrs. Hull picked up the baby and coaxed it in a low voice. The baby was wrapped in swaddling clothes. A palm-sized five-pointed star appeared in Egg's field of vision.

　　Then Egger quickly withdrew from the pensieve, and the whole memory process was very short...

　　Is this the end? Egger was at a loss for a while.

　　"This is no different from having no clues..." Iger had a toothache and sat on the stone steps in front of Dumbledore's desk. On the shelf not far away, Fox opened his eyes and looked at Iger. At this time, Fox was already gone. He has that old look, and his body is covered with tender new feathers. It seems that he has achieved nirvana a few days ago...

　　There are not many clues that Egg can grasp now. On the one hand, it is the pure blood, which is what Kreacher said to himself, and the other is the resistance to dementors.

　　"It seems that you have something on your mind, Egg?" An old voice sounded, and Dumbledore appeared next to Egg at some point. His pajamas embroidered with house elf patterns were particularly conspicuous.

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