Chapter 12: Gold Cup
Iger walks the streets of London humming a song, trying to make himself look happy as much as possible, although psychologically speaking, Iger is not happy now.
The wizard's robe on his body made Iger very noticeable when he was walking on the street, but Iger had a way. He let out a stupor in an alley to a thief, and soon he had the money to buy clothes in his hand.
Iger was not worried that people from the Ministry of Magic would find him. Dumbledore told him that because he needed to keep releasing the spell, he went to the Ministry of Magic to erase the traces on Iger.
Although there was no trace on his body, an old acquaintance still noticed Iger.
Looking at Kingsley, who was wearing an intricately patterned hat in front of him, Iger grinned: "Yo! Kingsley, how are you doing?"
"It's okay, but I don't think your behavior is very good." Kingsley stared at Iger with wide eyes.
"Don't care about those details, it's just a thief." Iger laughed.
"That's why I didn't send you to Azkaban." Kingsley said with a sullen face.
Iger tilted his head: "No, you won't, for Dumbledore's sake."
"Dumbledore won't interfere with Aurors." Kingsley teased Iger.
"But the Phoenix Society." Iger shrugged and waved to Kingsley, who was bewildered. "I'm going to buy some clothes and find a playground. Would you like to join me?"
Kingsley was at a loss for a while. When was the Order of the Phoenix known to a child? Is secrecy so bad?
Seeing Iger running away from Le Dian Dian, Kingsley felt that his brain was not enough, and he planned to hurry back and send a letter to Dumbledore to ask what was going on.
In the London City Playground, Iger was wearing a brand-new sports suit, and he put his robes into a seamless stretch bag.
Looking at the lively playground, Iger was wandering around, biting the big colorful lollipop in his hand, Iger suddenly shuddered, a warm feeling came from his mouth, and Iger felt that one of his teeth had lost.
How can you eat candy at the age of changing teeth? Iger looked annoyed and spit his teeth on the ground angrily. He subconsciously pulled out his wand and planned to burn a charcoal deciduous tooth for a blazing flame. As a result, the Muggles walking back and forth made Iger dismiss this idea.
"You shouldn't eat such a big piece of candy at the age of changing teeth." A soft voice came, and behind Iger stood a man with brown hair. The man looked gentle and had a kind smile on his face.
The man's smile made Iger feel very good, at least in the UK of this era, there are not many Muggles with such self-discipline.
"Thank you for your concern. If I want to drink some potion, it will grow soon." Iger nodded. Madam Pomfrey has a good tooth replacement potion. I heard that many students have asked her for help, although Snape also has , but the students are definitely not willing to ask him for help with things like changing teeth.
Iger guessed that he probably didn't have that idle heart either...
The man laughed and rubbed Iger's head softly: "Tooth replacement is a big deal, and it can't be solved by drinking potions. I'm a dentist, and I happened to bring my wife and daughter to the amusement park today. What about your parents over the weekend? I suggest letting him take you to my hospital to disinfect you."
Iger shrugged: "I'm so sorry, I'm an orphan, and my only theoretical guardian is currently eating a heap of cockroaches in a castle in Scotland if nothing else happens..."
(Ah... sneeze! In the castle, a certain old man with a white beard sneezed.)
The man was stunned for a while. Iger's answer was somewhat unexpected, and he didn't react for a while.
"I'm so sorry... child." The man looked at Iger at a loss: "What's your name?"
"Iger Morrissey." Iger grinned, the man made him feel very close: "How about you?"
"Chris, Chris Granger, I'm a dentist." Chris laughed. "I don't think you like my profession very much. To be honest, I've never been very popular with children." ①
Iger nodded: "I think it should be like this... But I think it's okay."
"How about you have dinner with us?" Chris invited Iger: "You look the same age as my daughter. I think you should be able to become friends. By the way, I can also look at your teeth for you."
Iger thought for a while, then nodded: "Then thank you for your invitation."
A few minutes later, Chris took Iger to find his wife and daughter, Chris looked at Iger and smiled: "Iger, this is my wife Jane Granger, this is my daughter Hermione Jane. Granger."
Iger looked at the beautiful little loli in front of him for a while, was it such a coincidence?
Iger didn't respond when Chris said his surname was Granger just now. Living in London, there are too many Granger surnames. Many English people have this surname, so it's no surprise.
But the other party turned out to be Hermione's father, which made people feel very surprised...
Hermione's face was very beautiful, if she didn't show her front teeth, of course, Iger thought it would be better if her unkempt hair could be softer.
At this time, Hermione raised her chin like a haughty little swan, and her expression seemed a little arrogant.
Iger couldn't help shaking his head. Although the little girl is indeed a great beauty in the future, even now Iger can see a little shadow, but the process of **** development may not be so interesting.
"Hello, my name is Egger Morrissey." Egger smiled and said while looking at the two ladies in front of him.
Chris looked at the two and explained, "I just saw that Iger lost a tooth, but he was alone. I was thinking that we could have dinner together at night and help him have a look at his teeth."
"If that's the case, then fine." Jane looked at Aegg with a gentle smile, and gently pushed Hermione next to her: "I think Hermione would like to play with you."
Iger touched the back of his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.
"What grade are you in now?" Hermione asked, looking at Iger.
Iger spread his hands: "I never went to school."
The scene was suddenly awkward. Chris looked at his daughter's overwhelmed eyes and shook his head slightly. He hoped that Hermione would know how to contact others.
Hermione looked at Iger embarrassedly, her face flushed: "Do you want to read some books? I have school textbooks, and I can teach you."
Iger shook his head and laughed: "It's okay, no need, I've learned everything in school by myself."
Hermione was suddenly surprised, and the Grangers also looked at Iger in amazement.
"What is seven times eight?" Hermione looked at Iger in disbelief.
"Fifty-six..." Iger was expressionless: "This kind of plain stuff doesn't seem to make any sense, does it?"
Hermione was a little embarrassed: "I still found it difficult when I was studying..."
"What did Iger learn?" Chris looked at Iger curiously.
"Things more esoteric than these, such as cooking glory, forging wealth, exploring death, reversing the future, etc.?" Iger said jokingly, then looked at the sky, guessing that it was almost time for dinner, Iger decided not to marry The Granger family has had too much contact, after all, the current identity of the other party is Muggle.
The Grangers looked at each other, not quite understanding the meaning of Iger's words.
"What does that mean?" Chris looked at Iger blankly.
"Turn off your earplugs and listen." Iger waved his wand in his hand to prevent the surrounding pedestrians from hearing a few people talking, and then looked at the Grangers and said, "Magic, I'm a wizard."
Looking at the unbelievable eyes of the three in front of him, a few birds chirped from the tip of Iger's staff.
"Hogwarts is the best magic school in Europe, and I'm there so far." Iger smiled as he looked at the three whose eyes gradually changed: "Ling Yuan also has the qualifications to learn magic, and the school will send a A special person came to negotiate with the two of you. Although it sounds absurd, I think there must be some strange things happening to Hermione that you can't explain?"
Hermione looked at Iger in astonishment, and nodded in surprise. Seeing the appearance of the Grangers, she obviously knew something.
"But, you have already enrolled, does that mean that our Hermione will not be able to keep up with your progress?" Mrs. Granger looked at Iger worriedly.
"I am an exception. The wizard admission is eleven years old. I am currently living at Hogwarts due to some circumstances. In fact, I have not yet entered the school." Iger smiled.
"I have learned these... strange abilities before entering school." Chris looked at his daughter sadly: "There must be many excellent little wizards like you, right?"
"Actually, no, young wizards who are not enrolled are not allowed to use wands, and their magical abilities are limited. As I said, I am an exception." Iger shook his head helplessly: "The price of being too powerful is that I am very likely. To live less than ten years old, of course, is only very likely, and the chance of surviving cannot be ruled out."
The Granger family looked at Iger with some concern: "What are the odds?"
"Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, said that so far, only one person has survived." Iger shrugged: "But I think I will be the second."
Iger assured the three of them, "When Hermione is eleven, someone will inform you. That's it. I hope I can live to see her by then."
Having said that, Iger avoided the sight of the surrounding crowd, waved goodbye to the three at a corner, and then a Disapparation disappeared in place.
"I feel like I'm dreaming..." Chris muttered to himself, looking at the place where Iger disappeared.
"Me too..." Mrs. Granger stretched her arms around Hermione, obviously Iger's impact on her was a little big.
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"I'm glad you can help the school with a communication problem with Muggle families."
At night, Dumbledore sat behind the long table and looked at Iger with a smile: "You seem very happy, why don't you think about staying in school after graduation?"
"Give me your position and I'll consider it." Iger tugged a huge black cockroach into his mouth, feeling the tiny legs of the cockroach crawling around in his mouth, Iger felt a chill: "I really don't know. Why do you like to eat this?"
"I think it's pretty good, the cockroach pile has always been one of my favorite candies." Dumbledore looked at Iger with a smile: "Especially putting them in the bee candy will have a wonderful reaction, it looks like It's Amber."
Iger felt even more disgusting...
"So, why are you here tonight?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with a scrutiny.
"I just wanted to ask you, for the protection of Gringotts, can you go in?" Iger asked.
Dumbledore nodded: "I think there should be no problem. Unless the goblins start a rebellion again, they should have no way to stop me."
"I think we should look for the second item, because I've already thought about what I want next." Iger laughed.
Dumbledore looked at Iger with scrutiny eyes: "I have to tell you Iger, the Philosopher's Stone is not my private property, and I'm not sure if it can help your silence."
Iger was suddenly a little lost, and at the same time felt the horror of Dumbledore's wise man. Before he could say anything, Dumbledore had already guessed what he was thinking.
"But there's no harm in trying, isn't it?" Dumbledore couldn't help laughing at Iger's lost look, and looked at Iger jokingly: "I will communicate with my old friend, he has already lived It's been around long enough, I guess he's about to get tired of it."
"Actually, just give it a try. I'm not trying to live forever." Iger shook his head.
Dumbledore nodded: "This is our agreement, Iger. I don't think the Philosopher's Stone will reject an outstanding new master. Of course, if you don't mind, I hope you'd better keep it a secret, after all, people with ulterior motives know it. You might be in danger."
Iger nodded and looked at Dumbledore: "Then when do we leave?"
"Any time." Dumbledore stood up, motioned Iger to put his arm on his shoulder, and then waved to Fox, who disappeared into the office with the two of them.
A flash of light flashed, and Iger looked at the surrounding rock walls in a daze, then turned to look at Dumbledore: "Where is this?"
"Under Gringotts, if we're not wrong." Dumbledore looked around. "This place is really humid, isn't it?"
Iger nodded in agreement and looked at the rock wall with water droplets condensed around it.
"Professor, do you know where the Lestrange family's treasury is?" Iger asked.
"No accident, it should be one of the most tightly controlled vaults. I do know where the Malfoy family's vault is, so we need to use an exclusion method." Dumbledore took Iger forward, far away. At the place, a fire dragon covered in scars roared, and from time to time a few goblins could be seen.
The two concealed themselves all the way, and came to the bottom of the vaults, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com Dumbledore waved his wand, and their clothes dried quickly.
"The waterfall just now has visible magic, and any disguise will be seen through." Dumbledore explained, and then Shi Shiran walked forward.
"Looks like we're here. Those pretentious families like to keep their vaults where they think they are the safest. They don't think I'll take a child here for a tour, otherwise I'll keep all the collections in their own. home."
With a wave of his wand in Dumbledore's hand, the door of a vault rumbled open, but he failed to alarm anyone.
The magic given to the door by the goblin on the door failed to stop Dumbledore for a second, and Dumbledore opened several doors.
"What are we looking for?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.
"Helga Hufflepuff's Gold Cup." Iger walked into a vault: "Be careful, Professor, anything you touch will explode and split continuously."
Dumbledore waved his wand again: "It's obviously not a problem."
A few minutes later, Iger looked at the golden cup in his hand: "Are you sure it's this?"
Dumbledore nodded affirmatively: "I can see Riddle's battered soul, and it is obviously it. This golden cup was originally used by Hufflepuffs for elves to transport magical food. I I thought he wouldn't like this thing, after all, according to his style, creatures like house elves have always been unattractive."
Iger looked at the gold cup with intricate and exquisite patterns in his hand, next to the gold cup with two large ears of pure gold: "I think he is looking at Hufflepuff's identity."
"I think so too." Dumbledore nodded in agreement, waved his elder wand, and re-cast the contents of the vault, then closed the door of the vault and disappeared again with Iger.