Iger has always felt like a poor man... The people of Anfula Road, as long as they have money, food, clothing, and service, never do things, and they are quiet like old men who are about to settle down.

In addition to going to the forbidden forest to take a walk in daily life, it is to tease Da and Guoba, and live a Buddha.

Egg felt very good about his life, but Hermione had a lot of complaints about it.

Before I knew it, in a few years, Hermione had changed from a little hairball who didn't know anything to a very assertive little witch, and her attitude towards Egg began to harden unconsciously.

From the initial obedience to accommodation, and now the righteous words asking Egger to go home for Christmas, five spring and autumn have passed unconsciously.

"I'm serious, Mom and Dad know you're going to die of grief if you don't go back." Hermione looked at Egg with some pleading, "Silent that thing is good at any time, why does it have to be Christmas?" ”

At night, the fireplace was blazing, and Hermione was tugging at Egger's arm, which she had been talking for more than an hour, ever since Egg told her she wouldn't be able to go home this Christmas.

"I've got to master the silence," Egger said helplessly.

"But we don't have to rush, do we?" Hermione's eyes blinked, her long eyelashes stirred slightly, and she looked at Egg's heart with a heat.

“emmm… In a bit of a hurry, Dumbledore wanted me to help him with something during the holidays. Egger smiled awkwardly: "So I can only practice mastering Murmur during the Christmas holiday, and then I need to go out once for the end of the semester." ”

"What's the matter?" Hermione's reaction was quick, and her attention instantly found the key point of the matter.

"Go... Find a magical beast that looks like a snake, no human and no ghost..."Egg thought about it carefully, and felt that there should be nothing wrong with his wording.

What is Voldemort now? Rare beasts?

Hermione let out a reluctant oh and stopped talking.

Not far away, Harry and Ron were giggling and playing exploding cards, and the sound of popping was endless, and Hermione felt a little impetuous.

"If I were you, I'd stay away now." Hermione looked at the two of them with an unkind expression.

The two were stunned, looked at each other, and then silently picked up the cards and turned to leave, but no matter how you look at the back, there is a smell of resentment.

The charcoal fire in the fireplace was still crackling, and on the stone platform above the fireplace, a salamander was staring at the black toad lying not far away, not knowing what it was thinking.

"I'm going with you." Hermione turned to look at Egg.

"Nope." Iger refused without thinking.

What are you kidding, I'm going to catch the Dark Lord, do you think it's with a child?

Flattening her mouth, Hermione looked at Egger with a worried look in her eyes, and didn't speak, just pestle like that, and her little feet were little by little on Egg's stomach.

Egg sighed with a headache, not knowing what to say, the older Hermione was, the more Egg could feel the oppression coming from the little girl's body.

The strong girl in this story finally faded away from the previous uneasiness, and slowly began to become aggressive and assertive.

Egg felt a little melancholy, and estimated that in two years, the relationship problem alone would be enough for himself to drink a pot...

At the same time, I can't help but wonder if I was kicked in the head by a donkey before, why is it so naïve to think about taking both?

But Egger just thought about it, after such a long period of contact, if he watched Hermione with someone else, then he would have been kicked in the head by a donkey...

I just strictly abide by monogamy, one wife, one wife, nothing wrong.

Even if there is really any problem, when Hermione graduates, he will spare no effort to push her to the position of Minister of Magic, and change the marriage law of the wizarding world...

Although it is difficult to implement in a place like England, where equality between men and women is important, how can a living person be suffocated by urine?

The little abacus in my heart crackled, and the warm little feet on my stomach were still rubbing.

Helplessly holding down Hermione's weird little feet, Egg looked at the girl's eyes seriously: "I will solve it as soon as possible, at least if there is any danger, I want to run and no one can stop me." ”

Hermione hummed reluctantly and leaned quietly beside Egg.

Early in the morning of Christmas Eve, Iger sat up half-asleep, mechanically picked up the milk on the side of the bed and dried it in one gulp, and then gave a long hiccup, and the rich smell of milk rushed straight to his nose.

Putting on his clothes in a daze, Egger stretched his waist lazily, looking at the bright room illuminated by the sun, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

That's life!

Even in the wizarding world, real life is not as intriguing and bloody as the story depicts, and most people look forward to a quiet and peaceful day.

How can the time of his own existence in this world be described in detail in more than a million words in a story?

"Oh... Yo Yo..."The sleepy eyes in his arms poked his head out, and his slender little finger seemed to be stuck tightly to Egg's clothes like a barb, and his sesame-sized eyes looked at Egg, and he greeted Egg with a vague greeting.

"Good morning..."Iger stretched out his index finger and tapped the little head of the pot.

In his arms, he poked his head out of his arms with a cocoon-like thing, and his fleshy little body rubbed against the bed, and his dark and shiny little black eyes looked at Egg, and then he stuffed something into his arms.

Egger picked up the small short leg of Da and threw it towards the bed, and a cocoon-like thing fell into Egger's hand, the cocoon slowly opened, and a colorful butterfly-like animal lay on Egger's palm.

"If you don't want to be eaten by the Winged Demon, don't make a fool of it while it's sleeping." Egger rubbed his belly hard and turned to go downstairs.

In the common room, Fred and George got a Boggart out of nowhere, and in a comical sound the Boggart spun around, occasionally flying next to Neville, and Snape's old face would twist and flash.

"Fly around!" Egger shook his wand, and Boggart flew into a cabinet not far away.

"Gryffindor deducts five points, don't play this thing in the common room, don't you know how aggressive Boggart is?" Iger was a little helpless.

Although the spell of this thing to deal with it is simple, it is still a little dangerous, the reason is that as long as it can conjure something, it has some of the abilities of that thing, and compared to the real thing, Boggart is actually very dangerous.

A sigh sounded, and Fred and George looked like they wouldn't love anymore, which made Iger feel very tired.

"What do you think Boggart will do when he meets Snape?"

Behind him, Ron's voice rang out, and he and Harry were looking at the cabinet in the distance with some curiosity.

"Probably... Is it a bucket of shampoo? Harry looked straight at the drawer with the Boggart not far away, and said absent-mindedly.

Egger laughed unkindly, though, and when he thought of Snape facing the shampoo, Iger laughed even louder, leaning back and falling back on the couch, twitching.

Then there was another burst of laughter, and Harry seemed to be amused by his own words, in Gryffindor, brain supplementing Snape is always the most interesting thing.