Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts - Chapter 257

Iger took Harry’s arm, the two wrapped themselves tightly in invisibility cloaks, and Iger stepped into the stone arch.

In a sudden turn of events, Iger and Harry appeared on the other side of the stone gate, as if nothing had happened just now.

“Um… what happened? Is this thing broken?” Harry turned his head suspiciously at the arch behind him.

“I don’t think so…” Iger shook his head and pointed to the other side of the arch. The figure of Tito who was standing on the other side of the arch had disappeared.

“In other words, we have reached the world of the dead?” Harry looked around in surprise: “But this is no different from the place just now.”

“Who said that the world of the dead must be different from the world of humans?” Iger shook his head amusingly, gently stretched his toes and kicked the ground, looked around, and then felt that something was not right.

“Wait a minute, Iger, why are we both wearing invisibility cloaks but we can see each other?” Harry’s surprised voice sounded.

Only then did Iger realize that something was wrong.

“Wait, don’t move.” Iger held Harry down. “If, I guessed correctly, we should see each other’s souls, look at your neck, there is a red brand there.”

“What is this?” Harry tugged off his collar and lowered his head in horror.

“It should be the scar left by Voldemort’s remnant soul attached to your soul. It seems that it will slowly recover with time, so don’t worry about it.” Iger glanced around and dragged Harry out of the room quickly.

The Ministry of Magic in the world of the dead was empty, and there was not even a shadow of a ghost, but after the two left the Ministry of Magic’s territory, as soon as they came to the street, they saw a bustling crowd on the street.

“It’s interesting…” Iger smiled softly: “The location of the Ministry of Magic should be protected by magic, and ordinary undead are not allowed to approach.”

“It’s the same as the human world!” Harry looked around in surprise: “The same street, the same crowd… Are my parents here?”

“It’s different, they are dead after all.” Iger shook his head: “Be careful, they have no shadows, and their bodies are somewhat transparent, and none of us know whether they will threaten us, so don’t be too troublesome.”

“Got it.” Harry nodded.

“Take out that compass and think about your parents carefully,” Iger reminded softly.

Harry took out the compass and gently opened the cover. The needle on the compass turned rapidly. After a few seconds, the needle stopped and pointed steadily in one direction.

“Okay, let’s go.” Iger nodded.

“Are we just walking like this? Can’t Apparate here?” Harry looked at Iger curiously.

“No, the places I’ve been to should be okay.” Iger shook his head.

Harry had no choice but to give up, and honestly followed Iger in the direction pointed by the pointer.

Harry’s whole body was immersed in the joy of seeing his parents, and his steps could not help but brisk, humming a sweet Scottish tune softly.

“So happy?” Iger looked at Harry in confusion.

“Of course, it’s actually a little nervous.” Harry grinned: “After all, I’ve never met them. I don’t know if they’ll be happy when they see me, and if they’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t quite understand.” Iger shrugged: “Probably like how you felt when you kissed Ginny?”

“How do you know?” Harry suddenly widened his eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see it on purpose.” Iger’s apology didn’t seem sincere at all, he pulled Harry into an alley, and turned out a carriage.

“Take the carriage, it looks like we might be exhausted if we’re going to walk.”

The sound of swaying rhythm sounded, and the tall horse with the tall head conjured by the Transfiguration started running on the street like a joy.

“It’s weird, can’t they see us?” Harry looked at the crowd on the street in confusion. “Are they Muggles? Or wizards?”

“I think it should be living in the same world…” Iger narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around: “Don’t mind if you say something…”

“What’s wrong?” Harry tilted his head.

“I always feel like something is not right…” Iger shook his head.

“Yeah, after all, it’s the first time we come to the world of the dead, and it’s normal to feel wrong.” Harry nodded.

Iger frowned and thought for a while, and then hesitantly answered for a long time: “I hope… just because of this…”

The carriage galloped fast in the direction pointed by the pointer. When crossing the mountains and rivers, Iger waved the horses pulling the carriage into a pair of wings. The flying horse pulled the carriage and took the two to leap over the mountains and rivers.

“Iger, your transfiguration is really amazing…” Harry looked at Iger, who was able to cast spells, with envy.

“You can do it with a little more thought. This is not magic that consumes magic power.” Iger smiled.

“Forget it… Transfiguration is still not suitable for me…” Harry smiled awkwardly.

Just as he was talking, the carriage under him suddenly vibrated and turned a corner at a high speed in the air.

“The pointer starts to swing, indicating that our target is nearby.” Iger looked at the valley in front of him: “Do you know this place?”

“Where is this?” Harry looked curiously at the secluded valley below. The valley was full of flowers and looked peaceful and beautiful.

“Godric’s Hollow, where you were born.” The corner of Iger’s mouth curled up: “But… this is Godric’s Hollow in the world of the dead.”

“I was born here?” Harry’s eyes lit up.

“It looks like we’ve arrived.” Driving the Pegasus down the hillside, Iger rolled over and jumped out of the carriage.

The two looked at each other without saying much, and walked directly towards the small village in the valley.

The small village looked strangely quiet, and Iger couldn’t help frowning again. This kind of smooth sailing and a hint of unease made him very uncomfortable.

Finally, the two followed the pointer to the door of a small second-story building, and gently pushed open the courtyard door. Harry breathed a little and looked at the courtyard: “Hello? Is there anyone?”

Not long after the voice fell, the door rang, and a man with scruffy hair came out of the room, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Harry.

“Harry? Is that you?” The man’s voice sounded a little shaky.

“Dad…Dad?” Harry looked uncertainly at the man in front of him who looked 80% similar to his own.

“It’s really you?” The man’s face was excited, and he hurried forward to look at Harry carefully.

A few minutes later, Iger sat awkwardly in the room, watching Harry and his parents talk about all these years.

Another two hours passed, and Iger was lying at the window bored looking at the valley in the distance, and the Harry family was still talking nonstop behind him.

“By the way, I think you haven’t eaten yet? It looks like you must be starving.”

A soft voice sounded, and the woman beside Harry gently stroked Harry’s hair: “Let’s have a meal together~www.mtlnovel.com~ Oh, of course, yes.” Harry smiled happily.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed beside Harry, and with a bang, a golden Swiss halberd slammed into the table beside the three.

“I finally knew something was wrong there…” Iger squinted at the man and woman beside Harry: “I didn’t have horns when I went out today, but my soul should have horns!”

“Iger? What are you doing?” Harry stood up in panic, but Iger grabbed his arm.

“Normal parents should not be surprised when they see their children in the world of the dead, right?” Iger squinted and said, “It’s shock, right?”

“What are you talking about, Iger?” Harry looked blankly at Iger next to him.

“We probably haven’t found your parents yet, Harry.” Iger squinted and glanced at the man and woman: “Although I don’t know what’s going on, I think we should… have a little problem…”