Chapter 152: Egg Tart Adventures
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Stuffing the egg tarts into the box, Iger let out a long sigh of relief.
This little thing is just horrible.
It's not that Iger didn't think about destroying it, but to a certain extent, erasing an object with a personality feels the same as killing oneself, and it still feels awkward to kill himself...
Inside the suitcase, egg tarts and Dementors stared at each other with wide-eyed eyes.
The Dementor can only feel that there is something in front of him. Egg tarts have no soul, so he can't feel the emotions of egg tarts, but he does feel that there seems to be something similar to happiness but not real emotions in front of him.
The feeling is complex, as if someone who is very picky about eating fruit suddenly comes across artificial fruit on a cake.
That feeling of being able to eat but not wanting to eat...
Gently stretched out the **** paw full of scabs and groped forward, the Dementor felt that he had touched a pair of horns, and then withdrew his hand like an electric shock.
can't be bothered...
...
Christmas is over, Iger and Hermione have also returned to school, and even the egg tarts they brought are taken away by Iger under Mrs. Granger's strong protest.
The little things are too pitiful, and Iger is really worried that he is left at home.
It would be bad if the Grangers knew anything about privacy, this thing can only be carried with you...
"He's like a bird, he can fly...he's not an athlete anymore."
As soon as Iger returned to the school, he saw Ron in the auditorium showing off his Christmas experience with Krum to the students around him. Ron looked frantic, but it seemed that the only people who listened to him were Laura. Wende Brown…
"He's an artist!" Ron's voice was affectionate.
"You're in love with him, Ron." Ginny laughed as she sat next to Harry.
"Shut up." Ron rolled his eyes when he heard the words.
"Don't say that to Ginny, Ron adores him..." Fred said with a grin.
"Yeah, just wait for a few days." George spread his hands: "It's like the first time he saw Harry, the first time he saw Iger, it's all like this..."
"Krum I love you" Fred sang strangely.
"I love you Krum" George also sang.
"When we parted, my heart beat only for you..." The surrounding students suddenly sang in unison, watching Ron laughing loudly.
Ron sighed in disappointment and leaned back on the soft chair bored: "You know what? Bulgaria successfully entered the final of this year's World Cup, and Krum promised to give us tickets."
With that said, Ron looked around, hoping that someone would cater to him.
But he still thought too well. This year's World Cup will be held in the UK, and the ticket price is actually not very expensive. After all, there are not many people in the entire European wizarding world...
"You'd better keep it for yourself..." Iger pouted.
He really doesn't have much feeling for Quidditch, and he prefers Swordsmanship in comparison.
"Can you ask for a few for us?" You Mengyu walked over with a book and asked.
"Of course." Ron was very happy, and the goddess spoke to himself.
"Thank you." You Mengyu turned and walked away, walking neatly, as if the goddess was perfunctory.
Looking at You Mengyu who was sitting beside Hermione, Iger was a little curious: "Do you like Quidditch too?"
"I don't have much feeling for this thing...but the group of boys we came together seem to like it." You Mengyu muttered in a low voice: "I can sell them a ten Galleon..."
Iger: "..."
"China has strict regulations on brooms and flying swords, so it's very difficult to hold a competition there, and adolescent boys like these things."
Youmengyu spreads her hands: "Flying swords can't compete, they can only play Quidditch."
"Why can't we compete?" Hermione was a little puzzled: "Can't you all fly? Does Feijian have any exclusive activities?"
"Think about it, stepping on the flying sword according to Quidditch's way of playing, either you stick it on someone else's sword, or your sword sticks on someone else's body, neither of which seems to be so pleasant..." Iger laughed.
"..." Hermione was stunned for a while, then laughed: "It seems like this is the case..."
Several people were chatting, and in the corner of the lounge, a small figure crept out quietly.
Egg Tart got out of the Gryffindor tower excitedly and started his great and free Hogwarts adventure.
Ladies, here I come
Due to the personality and memory of Iger, Egg Tart is very familiar with the school's castle, but if you look at it from the point of view of a puppet, this is the first time, which makes him have a feeling of excitement.
The stone statues that were originally simple and unpretentious have become as tall and majestic as heavenly soldiers. The cats patrolling around have turned into fierce tigers. Occasionally passing by a Slytherin pet snake, it looks like an ancient dragon. Like Honghuang, the original magic wind instantly turned into a hard-core fantasy wind...
Carefully avoiding the cats patrolling around, Egg Tart sneaked nervously and silently.
Why are you nervous?
Because from the puppet's point of view, the cats around are like tigers...
And I don't know magic...
This is bad.
"Meow?" A voice came from above his head, Egg Tart was startled, turned his head to look, and his eyes met a pair of golden eyes.
Crookshanks looked curiously at the little thing in front of him that looked like his own little master, and tilted his head curiously.
Crookshanks sniffed Iger's little black nose.
"Little master?" Crookshanks looked at the doll curiously.
Egg Tart was stunned for a while, then burst into joy, thank God, because of inherited memory, the ability of Beast Tongue is still there...
"Cough cough... That's right, it's me." Egg Tart raised her head and walked to Crookshanks.
"How did you become so small?" Crookshanks tilted his head in confusion, and hesitantly pressed his paw to the top of Egg Tart's head: "Shorter than me..."
egg tart:"……"
Mom, it's scary...
A cat that is one head taller than you stretches out its paws and presses your head, and asks if you are afraid!
"Well...it doesn't feel right..." Crookshanks muttered suspiciously.
"Actually... I'm just a doll with a personality attached..." Egg Tart looked at Crookshanks awkwardly.
Crookshanks suddenly said: "It's all the same meow..."
"Huh?" Egg Tart's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Little master..." Crookshanks lowered his head and looked at the egg **** curiously: "Are you lost?"
"I'm just... going out for a walk..." Egg Tart laughed awkwardly.
"Well... do you want me to take you?" Crookshanks turned around the egg tart: "You don't look like you have the strength..."
Egg Tart was stunned: "Is it okay?"
...
"Ahahaha drive The great Egg Tart has started his wonderful adventure story!" A voice of excitement came from the corridor, Egg Tart riding on Crookshanks' back and riding the cat in high spirits galloping, Crookshanks The running speed is very fast, and occasionally passers-by only see a ginger-yellow shadow jumping over with a swoosh.
"Just now... I think I heard Iger's voice..." Malfoy turned his head suspiciously to the two attendants behind him: "Did you hear that?"
Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and shook their heads blankly.
Malfoy frowned, and then he heard Iger's voice from the corner of the corridor: "Death is like the wind, always with me!"
"Huh?" Malfoy hurried over and saw a **** shadow disappearing at the end of the corridor.
"...What's the situation?" Malfoy looked confused.
...
"Yu" Egg Tart gently tugged at Crookshanks' cat ears, Crookshanks suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at Egg Tart in confusion.
"What's the matter, little master?"
The egg **** jumped off Crookshanks' back, crept up to the wall, and leaned on the wall to reveal half of his head: "I remember that there seems to be a girls' bathroom next to this?"
"Yes, meow..." Crookshanks crouched down behind Egg Tart.
"Cough cough... Does Crookshanks like Miss Sister?" Egg Tart turned to look at Crookshanks and asked casually.
"I don't like meow..." Crookshanks was straight.
egg tart:"……"
"So I think, you shouldn't always alienate others because they don't like you." Egg Tart raised his chin: "We should take the initiative to approach them and warm them, so that they will like you, understand?"
"But I don't want to..." Crookshanks tilted his head. "What's the point of doing this, meow?"
"Of course it makes sense, just shut up and do what you tell me." Egg Tart suddenly became a little embarrassed.
There was a chatter in front of him, Egg Tart turned his head to look, several young and beautiful girls were laughing and walking out of the girls' bathroom with toiletries.
Egg Tart smirked, looking at the school uniform, it was a Ravenclaw girl.
Good Ravenclaw, 70% of the entire academy is girls...
If it weren't for Hermione, Iger would have wanted to go to Ravenclaw.
"Meow..." Crookshanks walked forward with a doll in his mouth and squatted in front of several girls obediently.
"Huh? If I remember correctly, it seems to be called Crookshanks..." Qiu Zhang's voice came out, and Egg Tart felt a little embarrassed, he didn't see Qiu Zhang just now.
"It seems to be the captain of the Hogwarts security brigade? I heard that he seems to be very smart?" A **** the side giggled: "The guys in Gryffindor said so..."
"What is it holding? A puppet?" Qiu Qing laughed and squatted down, and the egg **** almost cried out in excitement.
Qiu Zhang was wearing a skirt because of the reason he just took a shower. From the perspective of egg tart, the scenery is infinitely beautiful...
It's still in high-definition, uncensored.
Crookshanks put down the egg **** obediently, and the egg **** was suddenly regretful, and I couldn't see it from this angle...
"Is it for us?" Qiu Zhang suddenly looked surprised.
"It's not meow" Crookshanks answered honestly, but the girls didn't understand at all, but subconsciously felt that Crookshanks was giving gifts...
"Thank you." Qiu gently touched Crookshanks' head, picked up the doll from the ground, and then turned his head to look at a few people in surprise: "Who do you think this is?"
"Isn't this the poisonous egg?" A **** the side laughed suddenly: "What? Did he send it? That guy wants to cheat? So send a kitten to play a striker first?"
"What did you say?" Qiu Zhang was suddenly embarrassed, but his heart moved slightly.
No, ma'am, it's not like this...
Egg **** was speechless for a while. Are girls' brains used for love?
I just want to peep...
Although she was very speechless, Egg Tart didn't give any explanation, and let a group of girls laugh and bring it back to the dormitory. Along the way, girls, give me a hug, and Egg Tart almost turned upside down.
At night, Egg Tart got out of Qiu Zhang's arms and stood at the head of the bed, giving Qiu Zhang a melancholy look.
Seeing that he couldn't eat, it made him very disappointed.
"Brother is a free man, you can't keep him in your arms." With a hint of the fragrance of a girl's embrace, Egg Tart slowly left the girls' dormitory.
Walking all the way to Ravenclaw's common room, Egg Tart glanced around, the blue curtains were hung on the surrounding windows, and the clean and tidy lounge looked like a dream under the projection of the moonlight.
"It's beautiful..." Egg Tart muttered softly, looking up at the Ravenclaw statue: "It's a pity you can't see it..."
Just as he was about to leave, Egg Tart's gaze suddenly fell on the connection between the lower body of the Ravenclaw statue and the niche, and he was stunned.
"This place... is it connected?" Egg Tart's round little hand held his chin and muttered with some doubts: "Why should the statue be carved directly on the alcove? Normally, it should be placed there..."
Some doubts, he took a few steps back, and Egg Tart always felt that something was wrong there.
"Why do you attach the statue to the niche? Is it for fear that posterity will remove it?" Egg Tart pondered, "Is there any reason to stay here?"
Looking up at the statue of Ravenclaw carefully, the statue's eyes are calm, and the brows are full of tenderness, as if looking at a loved one...
Rowena Ravenclaw…
lover…
Egg Tart raised his head sharply, and shook his fist fiercely as if he had remembered something.
It's Helena!
Why do people always think of heritage when it comes to the things left behind by Ravenclaw?
Who said the crown had to be placed on Rowena Ravenclaw's head?
The short legs of the egg **** ran fast in the corridor at night, rushing towards the Gryffindor lounge.
A mother who has never seen her beloved daughter before she dies, how can she be in the mood to think about what legacy she will leave behind?
What she looks forward to most is to see her beloved daughter inherit her crown and stand proudly in front of her, right?
Heck, I should have thought of it, who would put their statue on the alcove, that place has always been used for worship...
"Open the door, open the door!" Egg Tart patted the fat lady's portrait impatiently.
The fat lady opened her eyes in a daze, and glanced at Egg Tart displeasedly: "Password."
"What password? The castle is mine, what password do I want." Egg Tart shouted subconsciously.
"That's your master little thing, and you are just a personality item like me." The fat lady muttered.
egg tart:"……"
What you said makes sense, I am speechless...
"Playboy brother?" Egg Tart looked at the fat lady tentatively.
"The password is correct." The fat lady rumblingly opened the door.
Egg Tart hurried to the dormitory, and as soon as he entered the dormitory, he saw Hermione's body was slumbering with Iger in his arms.
The egg **** was instantly furious, you **** dare to sleep with my woman?
No This is me...
He rushed to the bed in a hurry, and the soft puppet's hand slapped Iger's face indiscriminately.
"Get up, get up, get up!" Egg Tart yelled in a hurry.
"Hmm..." Iger rubbed his eyes and glanced at Egg Tart with his eyelids slumped.
"I have a very important discovery!" Egg Tart's unchanged face tried to put on a serious expression.
With a crisp 'pop', Iger reached out and snapped his fingers. Not far away, the window suddenly opened, and the egg tarts flew out of the house in a whirl.
"I... ah ah ah..."
The screams cut through the night sky, and not far away, two owls tilted their heads and looked at the egg tarts flying in the air.
"That voice sounds familiar..."
"Gu... It's the one who didn't wear clothes last time..."