Chapter 41: Winged Demon

Chapter 41: Winged Demon

(I will recommend a book to everyone, "Bow Your Head to the Big Brother", written by a friend in the group...)

"Although I was the first person to subdue him, in fact..." Newt tilted his head, feeling Hermione's adoring eyes and nodded: "I just took advantage of him not paying attention..."

"Why doesn't he look into our eyes?" Hermione asked in a low voice beside Iger's ear.

"Grandpa Newt has autism..." Iger muttered: "I heard that for many years, he talks to everyone like this."

"I heard." Newt forcibly turned his head and looked into Iger's eyes: "Actually, I have changed a lot."

There was a faint hint of dissatisfaction on the old face. Iger grinned at the childish look of the old man in front of him: "Do you remember our agreement?"

"Oh, of course..." Newt turned back to the room and took out a thick stack of ancient books: "I'll help you after you told me last time that you learned Parseltongue by accident. Pay attention."

"What books are these?" Iger looked at the books in front of him strangely.

"Some books I collected when I was traveling in various countries when I was young, I think they should be of some help to you." After speaking, Newt picked up a book and flipped through it, then put it in front of Iger: "Look at this ."

Iger opened his mouth when he looked at the strange words on the book, and an eagle croak sounded from Iger's mouth, which sounded like a bird chirping.

Hermione looked at Iger in surprise, with a look of disbelief.

"What is this?" Iger looked at Newt suspiciously.

"You know, because I used to keep a lot of magical animals like birds, and even my mother raised hippos when I was young, so I have always been paying attention to the way to communicate with birds. The language found on the Mongolian ruins stone tablet, the language used by ancient Mongolian sorcerers to tame birds and magical animals, seems to be the same as Parseltongue, and learn quickly?"

Newt looked at Iger in admiration: "I also studied for a long time, but it looks like you can get it right at first glance."

"What kind of talent do I have?" Iger asked in disbelief.

"It seems so..." Newt looked at Iger for a while: "My wife's sister has the ability to predict and is good at reading minds. That ability is more terrible than Dumbledore's Legilimency, and it can't be stopped... I think You should be a similar ability, and learn especially fast about some enchanted things Iger..."

Newt thought about it and said, "The book of blood you mentioned, you only learned Parseltongue on it, I think that article should be branded with some special magic, this article is the same, it's me What it looks like after rubbing the words on the stone tablet..."

"And combined with what you said, you can learn magic spells as soon as you learn them. I think this should be a learning talent." Newt said, thinking for a while: "Only for magic learning talent, regular books. The things on it are useless to you, only those articles branded with magic or ancient rune, you can understand the meaning of the author in an instant, of course, this is just my conjecture, although I feel it is eight or nine Not far from ten."

Iger nodded suddenly: "What do you mean, the Parseltongue in the Book of Bloodline was engraved with magic, so I learned Parseltongue in an instant?"

"Of course, didn't you read this bird language just now?" Newt thought for a while, then turned around and took out a small object and handed it to the two of them: "This is a bird snake, try to communicate with it."

Iger nodded without even thinking about it. Newt pursed his lips and smiled, a little bit of energy added to his slightly dull face: "What is she talking about?"

Iger looked at the little bird snake in front of him: "hungry... cockroaches... eat... but I'm not very fluent."

"Of course, this is just a bird-snake cub. When it is time to communicate fluently, I can only judge by their intonation and the length of their voices. This is your talent. I don't know if it comes from Bloodline, but... It's not that I despise Muggle-born children, but Muggle-born children rarely have such a special talent."

Newt spoke very fast, which seemed a little different from his age in his tens of years, but rather like a young man with a slightly anxious personality.

Iger nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Newt and asked, "These books... are all magic books?"

"Nine times out of ten." Newt nodded: "There are beast languages ​​and... some inexplicable magic that I can't understand. I suggest you be careful when you learn, because there are some things I haven't figured out yet. clear…"

Hermione was holding a small creature that Newt was teasing not far away at this time, Newt turned to look at Hermione: "It's a moon idiot, it likes to **** very much, be careful, but fortunately they Only defecate at night…”

Seeing Hermione hurriedly putting the little guy down, Newt smiled: "Their poo is very valuable, and if you put it away before dawn, it can be used as a powerful fertilizer. Hagrid always asks me to help him get the moon beast. poop."

Hermione laughed, reaching out and gently rubbing the little head of a few months old beast in front of her: "They look so cute..."

"If you like, you can take one with you. The feed for this little thing is very common and can be bought anywhere. Many wizard families keep a few to fertilize the garden." Newt nodded, Hermione a little embarrassed, Iger Looking at her, he picked up one of the largest eyes and stuffed it into the small bag in his arms.

Then Iger looked at Newt eagerly: "Is there anything else you want to give us?"

"Greedy is not a good thing..." Newt looked at Iger and shook his head helplessly: "But I really have something here that I need to give you..."

With that said, Newt took out a cocoon-like thing from his arms and handed it to Iger: "Dumbledore told me that you are very strong now, otherwise I would not give it to you with confidence..."

"What is this?" Iger reached out and poked curiously, and the cocoon immediately stretched out a small tail and hooked it on Iger's middle finger.

"The Winged Demon..." Newt nodded lightly, "Its food is the human brain..."

When Hermione heard the words, she took a step back with a pale face, and tugged at Iger's sleeve in horror.

Iger looked at the little guy in front of him in amazement. He had heard of this thing, a very rare magical animal.

"So... how did you raise it?" Iger looked at Newt strangely.

Newt thought for a while, and then organized the language: "Since you and Dumbledore have inquired about me, then you should know that I have traveled to dozens of countries legally, and of course I have also illegally smuggled dozens of countries. countries..."

Newt looked at Iger's teasing look a little helpless: "Although I'm a Hufflepuff, I was expelled from the kindest college... um..., but I'm not a bad guy, you know, travel There are some unsightly, illegal dark wizards in the CCP, and after they annoyed me, I don't mind feeding them to the Crowwing Demon. Of course, most of the time it eats the brains of ordinary animals instead... Later, when my wife and I got married, I wanted to give my Crimson to Hogwarts and put it in the Forbidden Forest, but my wife stopped me because the Crimson saved my wife's life and also That crouched demon caught Grindelwald..."

"This is just a descendant of the Winged Demon. I always buy some animal brains from places like Knockturn Alley. Of course, this also makes me feel a little guilty..." Newt said dryly: "But I think If it's you, you should be able to control this amount well, it's not a big meal, and it's okay to eat one meal in a month or two..."

Hermione looked at the little cocoon in Iger's hand with some fear, and Newt smiled at her: "Actually, the Winged Demon is very smart, he can understand us, I thought about it before. Let it go, but he looks a little unhappy, this will be angry with me, the little thing is still very loyal..."

"I need to remind you, Iger..." Newt patted Iger's shoulder: "The danger level of the Winged Demon is the highest, and their sharp teeth can even pry open the scales of the dragon, so you must take good care of it. …”

"Thank you, I will" Iger said with a smile.

After a while, Newt kept the two of them for lunch in the small bungalow, and Iger also met Newt's wife, Tina Goldstein, for the first time.

The former excellent Auror of the US Ministry of Magic seems to like Hermione very much. According to Newt, Tina used to be a serious, intelligent and eager to learn. It may be caused by the common character of the two, but compared to Hermione, Tina was more reserved when she was younger.

After afternoon tea at Newt's house, Iger and Hermione came to the door and raised their wands. Hermione looked at Iger with some doubts: "What is this doing?"

"Wait for the car..." Iger smiled.

As Iger's voice fell, a three-decker bus appeared in front of him with a 'bang'.

"Welcome to the Knights Bus... My name is Stan Thorpark..." a young man with big ears and a pockmark looked at the two and said.

"Wizards also have buses?" Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

"Of course, as long as you raise your wand anywhere in England, they will rush over..." Iger nodded.

"Where? Guys?" Stan asked, looking at the two.

"Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor." Iger said.

"That's not a friendly place..." Stan said, tore off two bills and handed them to the two: "It's in the next county, two Galleons each..."

Iger took out five Galleons from his arms and handed them to him: "Two more cups of cocoa, no need to look for it, thank you."

Star looked very happy, and quickly brought two cups of cocoa for the two of them. Hermione seemed a little unaccustomed to riding in a car. Iger's arm.

"We're going to Malfoy's house?" Hermione looked at Iger and asked, "Iger, you can go by yourself, I'm not going, I don't think Malfoy's manor will welcome me..."

"Don't worry, this trip may not be very good, and I'm not sure if the Malfoy family really welcomes me as he said." Iger grinned: "But I'm going to do business."

"What's the matter with you?" Hermione asked, looking at Iger.

"Of course, I've thought about some issues in the past two days." Iger squinted and thought. After taking the resurrection stone with Dumbledore that day, Iger had been thinking about what he wanted this time, and soon he thought of this. next thing you want.

Hogwarts!

Iger intends to take ownership of Hogwarts!

When he asked Dumbledore, Dumbledore wrote back to him telling him that the title and ownership of Hogwarts belonged to the headmaster, but if the headmaster wanted to transfer it, there must be more than half of the school board. People agree.

It just so happened that Malfoy's letter arrived... If he was lucky, Iger felt that he could get the Horcrux first, and then completely hold the Malfoy family.

Iger laughed very happily when he received the letter. Lucius Malfoy is a member of the board of directors, and it is said that he has quite a lot of authority?

However, Iger is not sure whether Lucius Malfoy will really agree. After all, even if he does not agree, Iger can't give him a shot of Avada. The Malfoy family has a great influence in the British magic circle.

When the knight bus stopped at the foot of the Malfoy Manor, Iger took Hermione out of the car, looked at the ancient manor in the distance, and then took a small bottle of Flux from the bag and took a sip...

Iger immediately felt great, as if everything could be done now...

"Actually, the scenery of this place is quite good." Iger smiled: "Although it looks gloomy, it may be because of the guardian magic, it looks all foggy..."

As they were talking, a sound came from a distance, and a burly man appeared in front of the two of them. The corners of the man's mouth twitched, and he looked at Iger and Hermione behind him with joy, his nose slightly expanded, and his tongue slowly licked the mouthful. of yellow teeth.

Egger sneered suddenly: "The visitor is not good, who are you?"

"You can call me Fenrir, Fenrir Greyback." Fenrir's brown teeth moved slightly, and his voice was low: "Your meat... looks very tender, it seems that I have a good taste..."

"Tsk tsk tsk... It turns out to be a little dog that bites people everywhere..." Iger smiled hehely: "I've heard of you, kobold chief?"

"You should learn to be polite, child..." Fenrir shook his head slightly, as if he had decided on the two of them: "Of course, if you ask me sincerely, I will also allow you to join the werewolf..."

With a 'puff', before he finished speaking, Fenrir's head fell on the grass, and the smirk before his death was still hanging on his face.

"Villains always die of talking too much, I can cut your head off without a wand..." Iger curled his lips, reached out to pick up Fenrir's dirty hair, motioned Hermione to follow, and the two headed towards the front door of the manor go.

Iger's way of visiting was very unfriendly to the Malfoy family. Anyone who saw the invited guest carrying a **** head in his hand and blowing open the door of his house would definitely not be happy.

Lucius dared to swear that he never let Fenrir attack Iger. He couldn't help but suspiciously looked at his son Draco beside him, and his son shook his head in panic. Obviously it wasn't him...

But here's the problem...

It may be that Fenrir happened to meet Iger when he came to visit, and he planned to eat tender meat, but he never wanted to meet a group of Igers who were stunned and strong...

Really Nima nod her back! Lucius is going crazy But the yellow mud fell into his crotch, not **** but shit...

He recognized the wound on Fenrir's neck, Snape's forte, and he was invisible.

But Snape never said it was a spell that knocked people off their heads!

"Son, whether you believe it or not, I have to say that this is really just an accident..." Lucius smiled stiffly as he looked at the wand that Iger raised with a smile.

The situation at this time could not help him be careless. The strength of the young man in front of him, no matter which channel he got the news from, could crush him without pressure. Iger may not know the news about him, but Lucius But know clearly.

But that's not why Lucius is nervous, what makes him nervous is that after learning about Quirrell before the holiday, he finds out that the kid killed him in Hogwarts with an Avada shot. Luo, this makes Lucius realize that the young man in front of him is not a pure white wizard like Dumbledore, and the other party's heart may be very dark!

"Maybe so..." Iger smiled strangely, he wouldn't believe Slytherin's gang of snake spirits.

"It's really just a coincidence, Iger." Draco looked at Iger hurriedly and said, "Greyback always comes to my house, hoping my dad can buy some of their dark magic items at a low price, I promise you!"

"Well, since you said so..." Iger threw away Fenrir's big dirty head and engulfed it with a fierce fire. Looking at the stiff faces of the three family in front of him, Iger couldn't help it. snicker.

He was still thinking about what reason he was going to use to take the initiative, but he didn't expect to come to the door of the other party and catch up with such a good reason.

As for the people of the Malfoy family, as long as I go out to promote it, the outside world will definitely believe what I say...