Chapter 37: Want a face?

Chapter 37: Want a face?

"Why is this happening?" Hermione looked at Iger in disbelief and asked, "I clearly saw Snape chanting a curse on Harry that day."

"Yeah, you also need to recite the spell..." Before Harry could say anything, Iger opened his mouth and said, "I'm curious, Quirrell, can you take off your dirty headscarf and let me Look what your lingering master looks like? And how on earth do you sleep? Are you lying on your stomach?"

"Avada Suo!" Quirrell suddenly pulled out his wand.

"Except your weapons!"

The two rays of light, red and green, collided with each other in the air, and the green rays of light were suddenly dispersed by the red light. The red light remained unabated, and slammed into Quirrell, causing Quirrell to scream. , the wand in his hand flew into Iger's hand immediately.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." A sneer sneered at the corner of Iger's mouth: "You shouldn't play this game with me... It's almost as if your master is resurrected!"

Harry looked at Iger strangely. He felt that Iger's figure and Snape's shadow overlapped for a moment.

Quirrell looked at Iger in panic, the turban on his head fell, and a pale face reflected from the Mirror of Erised behind him.

"Trash..."

A cold and hoarse voice sounded, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared at the three of Iger through the magic mirror: "Even a few children can't solve it..."

Harry looked at the face in the mirror in a panic, Quirrell lowered his head in horror: "I'm sorry, Master, I've embarrassed you..."

"Harry Potter..." Quirrell turned around slowly, Voldemort's face appeared in front of the three of them, snake pupils, no nose, Iger nodded, just as the book said.

"Iger Morrissey..." Voldemort whispered again hoarsely: "Such an outstanding boy..."

Voldemort's face moved on the back of Quirrell's head, and he seemed to want to get closer: "Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I can guide you to immortality, Iger, we are one kind of people."

"That's how you fool Quirrell?" Iger twitched the corners of his mouth: "How the **** do you have to have a low IQ to believe your nonsense?"

Voldemort's face froze, and then he laughed: "I don't need to care about your rudeness to me, Iger... You are very powerful. You have successfully controlled silence. Even I can't achieve such an achievement."

"Join me, Iger, no one in this world is our enemy, we can do whatever we want." Voldemort's whisper sounded a little excited: "Everything, everything, everything will be ours... We... …”

"Avada Kedavra!"

Iger's movements remained the same, as if he was thinking about Voldemort's words, and then a green light shot out from the tip of the staff and hit Quirrell, and Quirrell fell down.

A dark shadow suddenly jumped out of Quirrell's body, trying to escape, Iger quickly shot a magic spell, but it only penetrated a blur of smoke, and Voldemort's terrified and angry voice came from afar.

"I remember you, Egger Morriss..."

The voice was resentful and hoarse, as if Iger had done something outrageous to him.

Voldemort could never have imagined that in the face of his co-optation, Iger would shoot a spell of magic so suddenly. According to his guess, Iger would at least have to listen to him. After all, this is the minimum negotiation, killing him I didn't expect that Iger would suddenly start with such a lack of grace...

Is this kid **** poisonous? Neuropathy, right? Want a face?

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

Iger shouted, grinning and laughing as he looked at Voldemort's retreating back. He felt that this encounter should have left a deep impression on Voldemort.

Looking at Hermione and Harry, who were still in a daze, Iger grinned and said, "What's wrong?"

Hermione suddenly hugged Iger and said excitedly, "Iger, you defeated the mysterious man!"

"It's just a lingering wandering soul, the real him is not so weak..." Iger shook his head: "In fact, Harry just pressed Quirrell's face, and Quirrell will die. The spell left by his mother, but it might be very uncomfortable, he's probably going to sleep for two or three days, but the last Quidditch match is coming, and I don't want to be a substitute for him..."

"Is that so?" Harry looked at Iger in surprise.

"Otherwise?" Iger shook his head helplessly: "Do you really think your little actions can hide from Dumbledore's eyes? Too naive?"

"Iger, you mean... Professor Dumbledore led us here?" Harry looked at Iger in surprise.

"I've been calculating for a long time. If the old man didn't want you to feel what it's like to face Voldemort, I would have killed him when school started..." Iger's face darkened: "This **** dares to break into my vault!"

"But Iger... I don't understand." Harry looked at Iger suspiciously: "Why did the professor do this?"

Iger patted Harry on the shoulder with a complicated expression: "You will know later..."

"We thought it was Snape..." Harry looked at Iger and said, "It turned out to be Quirrell..."

"It's normal, after all, Severus doesn't seem like a good person." Iger nodded in agreement: "In fact, he wasn't a good person at all..."

"Why does he hate me so much?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously: "Just because my dad bullied him when he was in school?"

No, your father not only bullied him, but also stripped his pants in front of the person he loved the most, saving his life, and finally married the person he loved the most, and you look so much like your father...

Iger smacking his lips, emmm... It seems that Snape is quite kind...

Didn't even kill Harry...

Iger didn't answer Harry's question, just looked at him and smiled: "The best way to deal with someone who hates you is to try to like him."

Harry was a little confused, and then he remembered something: "By the way, the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Here..." Iger cheerfully took out the necklace from his arms, and a shiny ruby ​​necklace appeared in front of Harry.

Harry opened his mouth: "It's not yours..."

"My necklace, yes, that's right." Iger walked slowly to the mirror of Erised and took a look, and then took out a small black stone from his pocket: "What's in the mirror is just Dumbledore on the road. The stone I picked up at random, the real magic stone was on me three years ago."

Iger laughed: "The only one who knows about this, Dumbledore, Nicole LeMay and Severus."

"That's why you said that Snape wanted the Philosopher's Stone anytime?" Hermione sighed, "It always feels like you've been watching our jokes..."

"Actually, I was watching your jokes." Iger nodded in agreement, then looked at Harry: "Do you remember what you promised me?"

"I believe you unconditionally..." Harry looked at Iger dryly: "I'm sorry Iger."

"It doesn't matter, everyone has curiosity." Iger spread his hands: "I just want to use this incident to keep you in mind."

"It's all up to me..." Harry sat down on the stone steps beside him in a low voice: "Now even you are hated by Voldemort..."

"In fact, it doesn't matter whether he remembers or hates me, Harry." Iger waved his hand indifferently: "A person's opponent determines a person's level, I don't think Voldemort is worthy of being my opponent, compared to Voldemort, Deng Blido is more suitable to be my benchmark."

There was a sound of 'Boom' as the flames exploded, and Dumbledore walked in through the flames with a few professors: "Well said..."

Dumbledore's eyes under the half-moon lens looked at Iger with relief: "I'm very happy to have a student like you. It seems that I'm right. You have higher pursuits than Voldemort."

"Good evening, professors" Iger greeted a group of professors with a smile. Not far away, Harry and Hermione turned pale because they saw Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at Harry and Hermione with serious eyes. After a while, a smile finally leaked out: "You are very good."

There are no words of praise that are higher than the praise from the always strict Professor McGonagall. At least Iger thinks that among these professors, Professor McGonagall's praise is the most valuable.

"But we violated the school rules." Harry looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"The rules are meant to be broken..." Iger laughed: "It's a holiday, I don't think the principal will lock us up, don't worry."

"Iger is right, I think what you need most at the moment is a good night's sleep." Dumbledore waved his hand: "If you have any questions, Harry, come to my headmaster's room tomorrow morning. All right."

Harry nodded, and the professors returned to the castle with a few people. Harry followed a few professors and looked at Snape walking ahead with a complicated expression.

Iger said that the best way to deal with hating himself is to try to like him. Although Harry felt that Iger was right, he really didn't want to try...

It was after nine o'clock the next morning that Iger got up from the bed groggy.

"Young people can't stay up all night..." Iger yawned, scratched his sleepy hair, and touched the head of the bed, a glass of milk fell into Iger's hands.

"The milk was cold before, and Xia warmed Mr. Iger again. How do you feel, Mr. Iger?" A shrill voice sounded, and a short elf appeared beside the bed and bowed deeply to Iger.

"Hey, I thought it was a lot today..." Iger looked at the elf in front of him in surprise.

"Xia is willing to give Duoduo the extra work, so that she can exchange this precious opportunity." Xia looked at Iger expectantly: "Mr. Iger's deeds last night have been spread, Xia heard that Mr. Iger defeated that Mysterious man, West Asia worships Mr. Iger..."

Iger's face turned red, and he quickly waved his hand: "Don't be like this, I'm so sorry... It's just a wandering soul."

"Mr. Iger is the most powerful wizard, and one day he will defeat that mysterious man!" Xia said loudly with her chest raised.

Iger lay on the bed with an embarrassed look on his face. If nothing else, at least the Hogwarts kitchen was full of his own die-hard fans...

Maybe it's because you always go?

He picked up the wand on the head of the bed and waved it a few times. The clothes were automatically put on Iger. The sun was warm outside. Iger didn't even bother to put on his own clothes. He patted Xia's little head lightly and Iger grinned. He smiled: "You are right, I am the strongest, there will be a day!"

After finishing packing, Iger came all the way to the auditorium. Along the way, people greeted him from time to time, and Iger also greeted them with a smile.

"Everything happened last night." Ron turned his head to look at Iger: "Iger, you and Harry are completely famous."

"You're the one, I've always been a celebrity..." Iger looked at Ron and grinned: "I've been watching that chess game last night, it's pretty good, it's the greatest chess game since Hogwarts was founded."

"It's not as exaggerated as you said..." Ron sat back on the bench a little embarrassed, with a faint smile on his face.

"I'm telling the truth." Iger nodded. "The great thing is not how wonderful this game is, but because of your self-dedication, Ron."

"Ordinary is not necessarily a bad thing." Iger looked at Ron seriously: "Sometimes, it is because of ordinary that it is great."

Ron looked at Iger with a vague understanding, and then flattened his mouth: "Okay, I feel you are more and more like Professor Dumbledore..."

"Emmm... That's really bad." Iger said expressionlessly.

Outside the auditorium, Hermione happily ran to Iger and sat down, gave Iger a warm hug, and then sat beside her with a red face and ate breakfast.

Just as Iger was about to step forward to tease him, he saw Snape come over in a hurry, and took Iger by the collar and led him out of the auditorium.

"What are you doing?" Iger raised his head dazedly, his small physique swaying in Snape's hand.

"Go to London for me." Snape strode forward without looking back.

"How about... I'll take you there and pick you up at night?" Iger looked at Snape expectantly.

"I still need to brew a potion..." Snape rejected Iger's proposal without thinking: "It will be tonight at the earliest."

"Please..." Iger looked at Snape pitifully: "This afternoon is our Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, how bad I am..."

"I seem to remember that you weren't that keen on Quidditch." Snape threw Iger out of the school gate, turned and walked back to the school, leaving Iger alone shivering in the early summer wind.

"My heart is so cold..." Iger smacked his lips, and then disappeared in place with a 'pop' As soon as he entered the small house, Iger saw that Leah's belly was already bulging high. She was reclining on a soft bed with a happy face, stroking her stomach from time to time.

"Good morning, Leah." Iger waved his hand and said, "Is Aunt Jane here?"

"I'm making breakfast." Leah was a little embarrassed: "I've been bothering her lately. Mrs. Granger didn't even come to work to take care of me."

"Of course, Aunt Jane is the best." Iger nodded as a matter of course, walked to a reclining chair in the small yard and leaned down.

I was willing to come here before because I didn't have any homework...

But now that it's about to go on vacation, Iger really doesn't want to stay here. Young people, they always want to play.

Feeling the warmth of the sun shining on his face, Iger fell asleep again groggy.

Iger slept soundly. He dreamed that Quirrell was lying down to sleep, and Voldemort's heart-wrenching scolding came from under the pillow, which made him laugh out loud in the dream, and then the scene changed, and he saw Harry holding A huge piece of cake stared at Snape, Snape gloomily checked the cake for poisoning, Iger laughed again, and finally, he dreamed of adult Hermione and Elsa sitting on their stomachs. On the bed, with a red face, I told myself not to play bad...

Iger's shameful stone update...

After a long while, Iger was woken up by a painful moan. Iger hurriedly sat up and looked into the room. Leah was clutching her stomach in pain.

Mrs. Granger hurriedly called the hospital and wanted to call an ambulance: "Please hurry up, the delivery date is early!"

Iger subconsciously wanted to Apparate with Leah, and then he remembered that the person in front of him was a pregnant woman, and there might be something wrong with the Apparition.