Chapter 17 Halloween

　　During dinner, the Granger family kept asking Egg about things in the magical world.

　　"Can a wizard directly conjure food?" Jane looked at Egg and asked curiously

　　Egger shook his head: "Even magic can't be created out of nothing. Everything must follow a law, but we can temporarily change the shape of some things."

　　With that said, Iger waved his hand, and several birds flew around the dining table. Iger snapped his fingers, and the birds disappeared with a bang.

　　"I always thought that our Hermione would become a lawyer or a doctor or something in the future, and it would be great to inherit our dental hospital, but now it seems that she has a better choice, right?" Chris rubbed Hermione. Hermione's little head was squinting like a kitten, looking very happy.

　　Then looking at Egg who was eating a turkey leg, Hermione asked with some worry: "When I go to school, will my grades be very poor? I mean... I'm a little nervous. Egg, you are so good."

　　"Don't say that." Egg licked the oil on his lips: "Actually, except for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Charms, I know nothing about anything else."

　　"How many classes are there?" Hermione asked.

　　"Of course..." Iger shrugged: "Potions, divination, history of magic, magical creatures class, flying class...a lot of mess."

　　Looking at Hermione who was a little worried, Egger shook his head and handed over his wand: "One wave, one shake, the spell is Wingardium Leviosa, pay attention to the pronunciation, you can try it on your knife ."

　　Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Egg eagerly: "I...can I?"

　　"Of course, I said you have magic talent." Egg nodded.

　　Hermione looked at her knife nervously and waved her wrist: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

　　Immediately, the table knife floated in Hermione's eyes. Hermione moved the tip of her staff, and the table knife also changed to other positions.

　　The Grangers looked at their daughter with obvious pride.

　　Before he was happy for a long time, there was a knock on the door. Chris opened the door, and a dark-faced man in robes stood outside the door.

　　"Are you looking for Egger?" Mr. Granger asked looking at the other party's clothes.

　　The visitor nodded: "Excuse me, sir."

　　Egger looked towards the door of the living room and smiled: "Kingsley, how have you been lately?"

　　"I feel bad when you are here..." Kingsley glanced at Iger: "Children who have not yet gone to school will not touch traces when they use magic, but it will be different when they use magic wands. This is the area I am responsible for. , Egg, you shouldn't lend your wand to a child."

　　"I'm a child too..." Egg looked at Kingsley helplessly.

　　"Don't pull that nonsense, we all know you are different from Egg." Kingsley shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with Egg's behavior.

　　Egg looked at him for a long time, then his face fell, and he looked at Kingsley pitifully: "Please... help me?"

　　Kingsley looked at Iger and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, but you must promise me not to teach too dangerous spells. I know Iger. Dumbledore said that you may also know the killing curse. I don't know anything about it." Doubt you have the ability to cast it..."

　　Egg snorted: "I don't know how to use it. Are you here just to tell me this?"

　　Kingsley looked at Iger, hesitant to speak, and then he thought about it and said, "Some bad news for you, Iger, Mrs. Morrissey has passed away."

　　Egg felt his heart beat violently, and a trace of black air emerged from his body, and then disappeared in his chest.

　　"When?" Egger was stunned.

　　"On the day when you broke out in Obscurus, I went to communicate with her in person. I told her that you had come to the magic world and that you would be taken care of by someone in the future and live a good life. Then she asked me if wizards can take out people's memories." Kingsley's voice was low, and he reached out and handed over a small bottle. Silver rippled in the small bottle: "She left with a smile. You don't have to worry. Here are her memories when she picked you up. She thought she might do something to you." help."

　　Egg reached out to take the small bottle in a daze, not knowing what to say.

　　"If you have time, go and see her. The location is in the cemetery in the western suburbs." Kingsley touched Iger's head: "We will all be with you, Iger, you are not alone."

　　Egg felt a little choked in his throat and let out a muffled hum.

　　A few minutes later, Kingsley said goodbye to the Granger family and left in a hurry. Chris stepped forward and put his arms around Iger's shoulders with a soft voice.

　　"Kid, you still have us." Chris patted Egger on the shoulder and said, "This will always be your home."

　　"Thank you, Mr. Granger..." Iger grinned.

　　Death is not terrible. Maybe Old Mrs. Hull is looking at the new world curiously now? Like myself before?

　　"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Iger wiped the corners of his eyes, returned to the table, and put the bottle containing the memory of old Mrs. Hull into the bag: "I will go see her in the evening."

　　"Cheer up, Egg." Chris smiled: "And call me Uncle Chris."

　　"Call me Aunt Jane." Jane held her chin and smiled gently at Egg.

　　Hermione looked at Egg, thought for a moment and then opened her mouth: "Just call me Hermione, no need to call me sister."

　　After the words fell, several people laughed.

　　Late at night, in a cemetery in the western suburbs of London, Egger stood in silence in front of a stone tablet.

　　'Hell Morrises, a philanthropic and great orphanage director. '

　　There was a line of words engraved on the stone tablet. Egger touched it lightly with his finger, and the words "Director of the Orphanage" disappeared immediately, and he wrote a few words casually.

　　'A loving and great mother...'

　　"At least that's what I think, right?" Egg's eyes were red.

　　…

　　"Old woman Hull, why is our last name Vicious?"

　　The young boy asked curiously while sitting in the arms of an old woman.

　　"I was also an orphan at first, and my name was the surname of the person who adopted me, Hull." The old woman's wrinkled lips opened: "Later, some people laughed at me for being an orphan, and I beat them up hard. I stole their eggs and smashed them against their windows, and they called me Vicious Hull from then on."

　　"Do you know why you called Egg? Little Egg?" The old woman in Hull roared with a smile, looking proud of herself: "In their eyes, this is viciousness, in my eyes, this is strong and unyielding, Mo Doesn't Rises sound pretty good?"

　　"Oh..." The child nodded.

　　…

　　Egger has since lived in the Granger family. In view of Egger's idleness every day, the Grangers asked him to take Hermione to and from school and buy some dinner ingredients.

　　The only thing that made Iger feel a little uncomfortable was that the Granger family prayed before eating every day, and Iger didn't know what they believed.

　　Anyway, since Egg came to the magic world, he converted to Merlin...

　　Merlin would definitely not let him pray before cooking, it would be very troublesome...

　　All the way to the gate of Hermione's school, the bell rang, and a large group of chirping children filed out. Hermione walked out of the school with her schoolbag on her back and her head lowered, feeling a little angry.

　　Several girls behind her walked past her with smiles on their faces, and even tugged at Hermione's messy hair as they passed.

　　"Incisor! Just a little bit!"

　　"I really doubt whether she washes her hair, look at that bird's nest-like hair."

　　"What's so great about studying well, nerd!" A girl snorted, and then several little girls walked past Egg with chirping, turned to Hermione and shouted: "Look, Granger's boyfriend is coming to pick him up. She's gone!"

　　Another burst of laughter came. Hermione's face was as red as a ripe tomato, with tears wiping her eyes. She reached out and took Iger's arm to leave. Iger smiled, followed Hermione away, and pointed a finger when she turned around. , the front teeth of several girls suddenly grew wildly, and several birds flew across the sky, dropping poop on their heads.

　　Big stick for front tooth plugging!

　　Listening to the screams coming from behind, Hermione turned her head in surprise, and then saw Egg's smiling eyes.

　　"Of course I won't argue with a few little Muggle girls." Egg grinned: "But there always have to be some lessons, right?"

　　Hermione burst out laughing, her cheeks flushed, and she took Egg's hand and walked home.

　　"Tomorrow is Halloween. Although it's not as good as Christmas, you should still prepare some gifts." Egg thought for a while: "Would you like to go to Diagon Alley to take a look?"

　　Hermione's eyes lit up, she nodded, and looked at Egg expectantly.

　　The two returned home and put down the groceries they bought and Hermione's schoolbag. Egg held Hermione's little hand and said, "Apparating for the first time may be a bit disgusting. I hope you can feel better."

　　Hermione was a little confused, and then there was a twisting, squeezing, deformation, stretching, and then a comfortable feeling, and Hermione gasped for air.

　　"Where is this?" Hermione looked at Egg and asked dizzy.

　　"At the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron." Iger smiled: "You'll know when you go in."

　　As soon as the two entered the door, Old Tom immediately bowed to Egg and smiled flatteringly: "Ah...Mr. Morisses, our future great wizard, long time no see."

　　"Good evening, Mr. Tom, please prepare some butterbeer for me. I'll come back to get it later." Egger nodded with a smile and led Hermione to a broom room where several wooden barrels were stored.

　　With a stroke of Egg's wand, a wooden barrel slid over. Egg stepped on the barrel and tapped the wand next to the gap in the wall. The wall slowly deformed, and a lively alley appeared in front of the two of them.

　　Hermione looked at everything in front of her in surprise. Several bats flew past in the air from time to time. At the door of the pet store she passed by, the owls remained motionless, turning their heads 180 degrees to look at the two of them.

　　Diagon Alley is very lively at night, with many circus performances of magical creatures. The shops on the roadside turn on colorful lights, which look magical and wonderful against the backdrop of ancient buildings.

　　Several children in robes ran past, chasing a few naughty big bubbles. Every time they chased one, the bubbles exploded into a pile of colorful ribbons, and occasionally a few were brought out. candy.

　　"I heard that there is a chocolate factory for Muggles in the United States. The owner is named Willy Wonka. He can make the candies look fancy..." Iger laughed.

　　God knows if there is a Willy Wonka in this world. It is said that that guy is a magician. ①

　　"Where are we going now?" Hermione's little face flushed with excitement and she looked at Egger excitedly.

　　"Gringotts, let's get some money and buy some things. I can help you buy the wand first." Egg smiled and took Hermione to Gringotts.

　　Pulling Hermione behind him, Egg whispered: "Follow me closely, these goblins are not friendly at all, selfish and greedy..."

　　Hermione nodded nervously, her little hands firmly tugging on Egg's sleeve.

　　The key to the vault had been sent to him by Hagrid this morning. Egger took out the key and walked to a counter.

　　"Egg Morriss."

　　The goblin in front of him looked at Egg carefully, nodded, and led the two of them in a car to the door of the vault.

　　As soon as the door opened, Egg's eyes widened suddenly, and Hermione screamed in surprise.

　　At this time, there was a small mountain of gold coins piled in front of him that was more than half a meter high, which amounted to several thousand galleons.

　　"Are you sure you're on the right track?" Egg turned to look at the goblin beside him.

　　"If you don't want it, you can give it to us." The goblin beside him laughed.

　　Egger walked into the warehouse in disbelief and placed a piece of paper where he could see it.

　　'Mrs. Morriss would rather I give the money to you.

　　Hope you can use it properly.

　　Hagrid exchanged the rest for you.

　　Just think of it as a Halloween gift.

　　——Albus Dumbledore'

　　"More than seven thousand Galleons, that's a lot of money." The little goblin behind him narrowed his eyes: "It's really enviable."

　　"I personally think that there are things more important than money in this world, Mr. Goblin." Egg grabbed a handful of Galleons and put it into Hermione's hand, then put another hundred Galleons into the bag, turned around and returned to the car. : "But it does feel good to have money, doesn't it?"

　　"Sorry, Egg, although I hate to say this, but you said you were an orphan before?" Hermione looked at Egg in surprise.

　　Egger smiled: "Then I should put it another way, I am a very valuable orphan."

　　After a while, Ollivander's Wand Shop.

　　Ollivander looked at Egg and smiled: "When I heard that you lived in a Muggle family, I was wondering when you would bring another little wizard to my place, but it took you a long time to come. It's earlier than I thought, UU Reading www.uukanｓhu.net Mr. Morriss."

　　"Happy Halloween, Mr. Ollivander." Egg looked at him with a smile: "We have an agreement."

　　"Ah...of course." Ollivander nodded with a smile, waved his wand, and a tape measure flew over to measure Hermione's height and arms.

　　"Try this one." Looking at the data in the notebook, Ollivander took out a wand: "The combination of grape vine wood and dragon heartstring is a bold attempt. How about giving it a try?"

　　Hermione took the wand, and a ray of gentle breeze instantly blew through the old hut.

　　"It turns out that my vision is very accurate, although sometimes there are some strange guests, such as Mr. Morisses..." Ollivander pointed at Egg and said with a smile.

　　"I just tried two." Egg spread his hands.

　　"You are the kind of person who is suitable for all wands, but obviously not all wands are suitable for you." Ollivander looked at Egg with his cloudy eyes: "I even have to doubt my common sense over the years."

　　After Egg gave the money, he took Hermione and left the shop of this nagging old man. Ollivander was right, it was indeed a 30% discount.

　　"She looks so beautiful." Hermione couldn't put it down and held the wand, which was engraved with graceful ivy patterns.

　　"You look prettier." Egg smiled, and then Hermione blushed...

　　…

　　"Why do we buy so much beef?" Hermione looked at Egger strangely.

　　Egg quickly shrank the beef, wrapped it and threw it into the bag: "Buckbeak will like it."

　　"Buckbeak?" Hermione looked at Egg strangely.

　　"A Hippogriff, a stupid big guy." Egg nodded.