Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts - Chapter 283

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Iger is about to close the door with an expressionless face…

I thought it was something tall, but it turned out to be a door key to the living room of Cain’s house.

Who will believe it?

“Hey! Don’t rush to leave~” A slender hand at the other end of the door held the door: “Come in and sit?”

After a long while, Cain sat on the chair with a smile and looked at the two of Iger in front of him: “I’m really sorry, I don’t always come here. If there is any neglect, please forgive me.”

“No… no neglect…” Hermione’s eyelids jumped as she looked at the dazzling array of food on the long table in front of her: “It’s a bit extravagant…”

“Not extravagant, not extravagant.” Cain waved his hand.

Iger was not surprised. Compared with Cain, the dinner party in his own family was richer. Those who didn’t know it thought it was a banquet…

“Mammon will be very happy to know that you are back, do you want me to tell them?” Cain looked at Iger.

“Forget it…for another day…” Iger said with a smirk.

If you let your parents know that you are back, you probably won’t be able to let yourself go back if you don’t stay here for a while…

“These ingredients… have never seen many…” Hermione looked at the dishes on the plate in surprise.

“This is the dragon’s liver of a fire dragon.” Cain pointed to the plate in front of Hermione, looking like you really knew the goods: “It’s the liver of a poison-tooth dragon, because it’s highly toxic, their livers and gallbladders are very strong. Powerful detoxification and great taste.”

Hermione: “…”

Although it’s a bit unbelievable, it’s still acceptable, after all, Iger has also killed dragons, and she has eaten dragon meat…

“Is it also made by house-elves?” Hermione seemed to think of something, and she seemed to be in a bad mood.

“No no no… We don’t like that here.” Cain waved his hand: “It was made by the succubus girls.”

When Hermione heard the words, she turned her head to look at Iger: “This place is amazing!”

Iger: “…”

If you don’t know the devil’s position in hell, you will find out…

Sometimes the situation here is even scarier than slavery…

House-elves are domesticated, crazy-worshiping wizards, and in hell, all races are in that state of house-elves, not so exaggerated, but not far off…

The little maid Bella dared to drag herself to provoke a demon dragon who had just given birth because of her own words. The key is that the demon dragon really gave her a dragon cub!

If someone just gave birth to a child, the neighbor came to the door and said to keep your child as a pet for me for two days.

Hell is a blissful place yes, but only for the devils…

For other creatures, there is not much difference between **** and the human world.

The wars of **** are even fiercer because of the various races that are far apart.

Not to mention those wicked souls who have gone to hell, as the devils’ snacks and labor, this is hell!

What did the undead army under his mother, Frosserpina, do? Of course it’s for war!

War with whom?

with anyone!

Why war?

Because the devil thinks it is fun!

Lord Devil likes to train and play, so there are millions of undead legions!

Just for fun!

And the most terrifying thing is that no race stood up and raised their arms to resist, and even cooperated silently.

Because they cooperated, they were fighting a war.

If you don’t cooperate, just like the little maid Bella said, any adult devil has the ability to easily destroy all other races…

The devils won’t do that, but other races don’t dare to bet on the kindness of the devils, and they even look at this race with incomparable respect and love!

For these things, Iger felt that it didn’t matter. The weak eats the strong, and the world is like this, but Iger was suddenly a little worried. If Hermione really discovered this kind of thing, would she be reluctant to stay here?

Or do you want to change this status quo? Make devils law-abiding citizens?

I guess I can’t take it anymore…

Of course, this is also what Iger sees as a beneficiary. If he is the opposite party, killing him would not come to such a place…

After a meal at Cain’s house, Iger left with Hermione.

Iger did not choose to go directly back to the human world, but planned to take Hermione around in **** to take a look, and then let her decide whether to come here.

Wherever the two went, whether it was the city lord of the city-state or the leader of the tribe, they all respected and received them with the highest standards.

In order to express their respect for Iger, the green-skinned sickle demons, who are three meters tall, fasted for two days.

Just because Iger was afraid that the way they were eating was disgusting.

In fact, it’s really disgusting. The sickle demons are drinking blood, and they have no idea of ​​taking care of it.

Peeling the skin may be their highest respect for things…

The tauren city lord picked off his favorite flowers that he had raised for several years, and put them on Hermione’s dinner plate as a decoration.

Wherever I passed along the way, Iger truly understood, what is the power of the clan, and it is the joy of Jie Qing!

“This is the real hell?” Hermione said slightly with emotion.

“Yeah, in fact, it’s no different from the human world, except that the devils are too powerful, making all races daunting, even if I’m just a newborn in a devil.” Iger looked at Hermione with some worry: “You will don’t think…”

“Are you worried that I don’t like it here?” Hermione looked at Iger amusingly.

“Yeah, after all, according to your routine, you should come here to liberate the whole world…” Iger laughed: “Incite the people to actively resist the ruling class of the devils, and hit the devil imperialism or something…”

“Is this image in your eyes?” Hermione pinched Iger in embarrassment, her face flushed a little: “Although I do give up a bit…in some respects.”

“But I also know that what is realistic and what is not.” Hermione shook her head: “Besides, the elves are sad because they have no meaning of freedom and self, and they are still different from these races.”

“And the most important point…” Hermione took a deep breath, and muttered with a red face: “Where are you… I’ll be there.”

“No no no… You are in my heart.” Iger hurriedly sent a flattery.

Hermione blushed even more, and gave Iger a look of shame: “For the sake of your ability to talk, I don’t care about the succubus maid.”

“Really?” Egger’s eyes suddenly lit up.

“I mean don’t care about the fact that you have a maid at home, you can’t think about anything else!” Hermione snorted, turned and walked away.

Iger grinned, and the smile gradually changed.

Everything is negotiable between lovers, everyone communicates with each other and understands each other.

Iger felt that he would be able to sleep with Hermione understanding his…

quite confident…