Chapter 50: As long as the flowers are pure

Chapter 50: As long as the flowers are pure

That night, the Gryffindor Tower was very lively. In fact, since Iger came to Hogwarts, the Gryffindor Tower will hold a banquet from time to time because of some trivial matters. Fortunately, the food required for the banquet is all. It was purchased by the school, and Iger, the owner of the old castle, does not need to pay...

But in fact, even if Iger was asked to buy it, he could afford it.

Before, Iger always thought that so many people at Hogwarts bought all the ingredients. It was not until later that Iger discovered that, except for the vegetables picked from the small gardens that Hagrid planted, there were some samples of other foods. Later, the house-elves use magic to make food more...

Iger was surprised when he found out. He asked Professor McGonagall specifically, but Professor McGonagall told him that according to the first of the five exceptions to the 'Gump's Basic Law of Transfiguration', although magic cannot make food out of thin air, but They can be increased on the basis of the original...

Iger couldn't help but have some doubts: "I can't make beef, can I become a cow?"

"Unfortunately, no, but if you know where there is a cow, you can summon it, or make the cow bigger, or kill the cow and cast a spell on the beef to make them more..." Professor McGonagall is so to say...

Iger finally understood why even though they said the Weasleys were poor, their family's meals were still plentiful every day...

As long as there is some vegetables in the vegetable garden, the wizard's family only needs to buy a turkey for Christmas at most...

Professor McGonagall also told Iger that Transfiguration cannot create items with magic, only one form at most...

So Iger couldn't conjure Jin Galleon, and even the Muggle Mint would have a wizard to cast an anti-copy spell, which completely cut off Iger's last thought.

Thinking about it, Iger couldn't help laughing. After all, he could think of things, how could those wizards and greedy fairies who control currency circulation couldn't think of it?

Not far away, Fred confessed to Angelina with a glass of butterbeer, George on the side laughed, and Agger raised his chin to look at the twins and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Iger knew that in fact George liked Angelina too...

He has indeed changed a lot of things since he came here... Igor lifted his chin and looked at the burning fireplace in front of him. The Hogwarts night in autumn has already become a little cold.

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione coughed, her face blushing slightly, she lifted the blanket that Iger was covering on her body and nestled beside Iger.

"I was thinking of something that would make me happy..." Iger smiled, stretched out his arms around Hermione's shoulders and pulled her into his arms, and then lay down on the sofa, Hermione suddenly fell on Iger in panic.

Not far away, Fred and George watched the two coax, and the tower became more lively.

Hermione blushed, fortunately she was used to Iger's mischievous appearance, and quietly lay on Iger's chest.

"I want to do one thing, but it's not time to do that thing yet..." Iger whispered while hugging Hermione, Hermione's face turned even redder.

"If you do, there may be some uncontrollable factors, and the result may be very bad..." Iger frowned and thought.

Hermione's face was flushed with steam, and then she whispered in Iger's ear, "What's the result?"

"The result may be very dangerous..." Iger said subconsciously, and patted Hermione on the back lightly.

Hermione looked at Iger with shining eyes: "Are you afraid of danger?"

"Not afraid..." Iger smacking his lips.

Hermione nodded shyly, her little feet gently hooked Iger's leg, and whispered, "If you're not afraid, there's nothing you can't do..."

"Yes!" Iger suddenly sat up and held Hermione's shoulders, his eyes suddenly lit up: "I'm not afraid, what are you worried about!"

Hermione was stunned for a while, she realized that what the two of them said didn't seem to be on the same channel...

Iger hugged Hermione's cheek and kissed: "Thank you for reminding me, I still have some things to do, you go to bed earlier."

Saying that, Iger hurried out of the hole and ran towards Dumbledore's office.

"Stop!" Filch's gloomy voice came, and then a white light hit him, and Filch was stunned for a moment.

Iger felt that it was not good for Filch to forget all about it. He always stopped him without a long memory, and then he couldn't help shaking his head. I am a substitute teacher now, I am so flustered! Besides, the whole castle is mine...

Running all the way to the door of Dumbledore's office, the stone statue slowly turned and opened directly.

This is the privilege of the Lord of Hogwarts. Iger does not even need a password, as long as his name is written on the title deed. This is a kind of spiritual agreement, a bit similar to an unbreakable oath. If someone drinks It's useless if the compound decoction takes the form of Iger.

Of course, apart from Ravenclaw's door knocker, no one would sell the face of the dead raven, not even Dumbledore...

"Good evening, Professor!" Iger rushed into the room in a hurry. He was very lucky, Dumbledore was eating a small snack.

"I think if you can give up the party and come to me in a hurry, then this matter must be very important..." Dumbledore looked at Iger in surprise.

"That's right!" Iger nodded and took out a piece of parchment: "I solemnly swear that I have bad intentions."

A map suddenly appeared on the parchment. Dumbledore looked at the map in front of him with interest. He saw Iger and his name.

"James and the others are really very good, whether it's Animagus or magic item making..." Dumbledore nodded with some nostalgia in his eyes: "So, you are here to turn in this prohibited item. of?"

Dumbledore smiled and looked at Iger and blinked, Iger pouted: "Don't even think about it, look at this."

Iger adjusted the map to the Gryffindor tower. Since the students were all gathered in the common room at this time, the dormitory seemed empty.

"Peter Pettigrew..." Egger's wand pointed to a name: "This is Ron's rat, an Animagus... I think this should be enough for you to think of many things, Professor..."

"You mean..." Dumbledore raised his eyelids and looked at Iger.

"I don't know if you know that Peter Pettigrew was the Potter's keeper at the time. This was the idea that Sirius Black came up with. They claimed that Sirius was the keeper, but Peter Pettigrew was the real one. The leaker." Iger said leisurely.

"Oh, my poor great-great-grandson..." The portrait of Phineas on the wall sneered: "In the end, it's not human nature that counts."

Iger looked at the portrait of Phineas. For some reason, he felt that the old man with the goatee seemed to be relieved.

"Dumbledore, what are you waiting for! Hurry up and catch that despicable leaker!" Iger guessed right, Phineas' goatee on the portrait shook, and the old man shouted excitedly .

Iger: "..."

"Calm down, Phineas..." said a wealthy witch next to her. Iger remembered that this person seemed to be Daris Devant, a former headmaster of Hogwarts.

In fact, the portraits in the headmaster's office are all headmasters of the past, they only obey the orders of the current headmaster, and because of their prominent status, they can visit their other portraits in places like the Ministry of Magic or St. Mungo's, and they It also controls a very important thing - the access control of the principal's office!

For Headmasters they don't approve of, like Dolores Umbridge appointed by the Ministry of Magic, they have the right to turn them away...

"How can I calm down?" Phineas shouted rudely: "The last descendant of the Black family was wronged for twelve years in Azkaban! God, how did that child live these twelve years?"

Although Phineas has always looked down on Sirius and felt that he should not be classified into Gryffindor, I have to say that the old man places great importance on the continuation of bloodlines.

"Calm down, Phineas, we're not so close." Dumbledore raised his head, then turned to look at Iger: "How long have you known?"

"I've known for a long time, but I'm afraid that catching him in advance will cause some bad consequences." Iger thought for a while and said.

"Like?" Dumbledore again stretched out his hand to signal Phineas to calm down, then looked at Iger.

"Like Voldemort's early return." Iger nodded.

Dumbledore nodded decisively: "You are right, if he runs away and has nowhere to go, it is indeed possible to inquire about Voldemort's clues and return to the master, but I am very curious about Iger, what is it? Made you change your mind? If I'm not mistaken, you should have planned to push this time back as much as possible, right?"

Iger nodded and grinned: "Thanks to Hermione, I realized... I'm not afraid of him. I don't care when he comes back and what to do, anyway, I will kill him sooner or later..."

"It's a reckless idea, but I think you're right." Dumbledore nodded: "While my old bones have two more days to live, I think you should know that his return is inevitable. "

"That's right." Iger nodded: "So instead of passively waiting for him to come back, why don't we just grab him and put him in a cage and bring him back to life in our own way?"

Dumbledore nodded: "So you're going to..."

"I'll catch him." Iger nodded: "But I guess Fudge will not be willing to admit that it was the Ministry of Magic's mistake that caused Black to be wronged, so he will definitely bring a Dementor to Peter Pettigrew. Kiss, I want the teachers to arrange a patron saint at the door of the principal's office to prevent any dementors from coming in."

"I promise you Iger, they can't even get in Hogwarts." Dumbledore nodded: "When are you going?"

"I'll catch it right away, so please, professor, please inform the other professors quickly." After Iger finished speaking, he turned and left without any sloppy movements.

Dumbledore watched Iger's movements and stood up quickly, and followed Iger out of the office.

Iger ran all the way back to the tower, pretended to accidentally go to the wrong room, and entered Harry and Ron's dormitory all the way. Looking at the fat mouse sleeping on Ron's bed, Iger smiled and held up the mouse.

Peter Pettigrew, who was sleeping, thought it was Ron, and comfortably cupped it in Iger's hand.

Iger immediately turned all his hair into stone with a smile, and the fat mouse suddenly woke up, staring at Iger in horror.

Iger put the mouse in his pocket, and in order to prevent any accident, he stretched out his hand in his pocket and pinched the fat mouse, and then passed through the lively common room, all the way to the door of the principal's office.

At this time, at the entrance of the headmaster's room, several patron saints were waiting in battle, and behind Dumbledore, the four deans were firmly controlling the entrance of the headmaster's room.

"Caught?" Dumbledore looked at Iger and asked.

"Caught." Iger nodded, followed Dumbledore into the headmaster's room, and Professor McGonagall hurried to the headmaster's room.

"What the **** is going on?" Professor McGonagall looked at Iger in surprise.

"Don't remove your Patronus, Severus." Dumbledore glanced at Snape and said, then took the big mouse that Iger handed over, and pointed his wand in his hand: "Reveal!"

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and threw the fat mouse on a soft chair. The gray-haired mouse immediately swelled, and then turned into a fat man with snarky eyes.

"He was hit by my petrification spell." Iger smiled and took out a vial of Veritaserum from his robe: "Just three small drops..."

Snape twitched at the small bottle in Iger's hand. He regretted giving Iger the Veritaserum...

"Evra!" Dumbledore looked at a portrait on the wall. The portrait was of a former headmaster who had his own portrait in the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's go." Evra nodded, turned and disappeared into the portrait.

After Dumbledore asked Peter Pettigrew, who had drank Veritaserum, about what happened twelve years ago, Iger stunned Peter Pettigrew with a stun spell, and the whole room fell silent again.

The wand in Snape's hand moved, it seemed that he wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew very much, but after seeing Iger's gaze, Snape finally just pursed his lips and retracted the wand behind him.

"Shame!" Professor McGonagall looked at Peter Pettigrew with red eyes: "How could there be such a shame in Gryffindor!"

Professor McGonagall was trembling with anger, Iger gently walked to her side to support him, Professor McGonagall's thin arm broke away from Iger's support holding the wand tightly in his hand, his cheeks trembled slightly , Iger has never seen Professor McGonagall as angry as he is now. It seems that the nearly 100-year-old old witch really wants to use the wand to give Pettigrew a heart attack.

"I thought it was Sirius!" Professor McGonagall shouted loudly, the corners of his eyes were slightly sparkling: "That child has been in Azkaban for twelve years, I can't imagine what kind of life he lived! Just Because of this crap, Potter and Lily died! Sirius entered Azkaban... How dare he hide beside Potter's son?!"

Professor McGonagall said with trembling lips, there was no blood on her thin lips, and then she pointed with the wand in his hand, and the chair under Peter Pettigrew who was in a coma suddenly turned into a dense mesh-like iron cage, where Peter Pettigrew was placed. Inside the package, not even a toad can get through the gaps in each grid, let alone a rat.

Dumbledore patted Professor McGonagall's shoulder lightly to signal her to calm down, then looked at Iger with a hint of inquiry and a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "Sometimes I feel that my calmness is a sin, because this It could be a torment for others."

"I can understand, in fact, I have been entangled for a long time." Iger nodded: "I knew it for a long time, but I dare not change the direction of the development of things at will. The reason why I can catch him in advance is that It's also because I think I'm strong enough now."

"I don't recommend making rules with absolute power." Dumbledore looked at Iger and then at the wand in his hand.

"But sometimes we have no choice, because the rules are made by power." Iger shook his head: "If I want to see the flowers bloom, I have to face the blood of the flower pickers. I don't care whether my hands are clean or not, As long as the flowers bloom pure."