After a short time, a flock of owls flew into the auditorium, mixed with a certain bohemian and freedom-loving laughter.

Not surprisingly, after the release of the Daily Prophet today, the news that the Minister of Magic had accidentally killed two of his female subordinates for his misdeeds caused an uproar throughout the wizarding world, and everyone was 'speculating' about who did it.

It's speculation, but in fact, everyone basically knows it...

Some time ago, the Ministry of Magic was still spreading the news that Egg would never return, and then a few days later he reached out to Hogwarts...

Whose territory is Hogwarts?

Egger's Territory!

You've dug all four founders out of the grave, and the title deed has Egger's name on it!

Then, on the night of Egger's return, the Minister of Magic died unexpectedly from overexcitement...

What's more, Umbridge is also a relatively famous witch, many people know it, and if Fudge can do it like that, what kind of hunger and thirst will he become...

Hermione read the newspaper for a long time, then sighed helplessly.

"Do you want me to turn into a succubus?" Turning her head to look at Egg, Hermione asked softly.

"yes, isn't it good to stay young forever?" Egg lifted his eyelids.

"Of course it's good." Hermione nodded, "Then as soon as possible, I don't want to be Minister of Magic..."

"Why? Isn't that your ideal? I've helped you make room to speed things up. Egg looked at Hermione amusedly, wondering what the other was thinking.

"Forget it..."Hermione shook her head slightly, "A regime without power is ridiculous and ridiculous, I don't want to be such a minister..."

"Who said that if you become a minister, won't the Ministry of Magic have power?" Egg looked at Hermione in surprise, "There's no way I'm going against you." ”

"Still not..."Hermione smiled: "I found out from you, it doesn't matter what kind of regime it is, the right to speak in this world is always in the hands of the group of people who have capital in their hands, and now the Ministry of Magic is controlled by various families is not what I want..."

"What's more—" Hermione sighed, "The main reason why I want to be a minister is because of you..."

"Then forget it..."Iger shrugged: "In a few years, I will take you back to hell, and then I will establish a Ministry of Magic for you in hell, let alone a Ministry of Magic, no one will object to you even if you build a country..."

Harry and Ron glanced at the two of them sourly, and what this love said...

Iger is the only one who has the capital to say such things...

"By the way, Egger, you don't know, do you? I've become a Gryffindor prefect. ”

On the way to the herb class greenhouse after dinner, Ron looked at Egger with a smug expression.

"Aha... That's good, guessed, Professor McGonagall must have calculated one for each of the Weasleys..."Egg grinned.

"Whoever said that, Fred and George didn't." Ron hurriedly corrected Egger's words.

"That's probably because you don't have enough points, huh?" Egg shrugged, "Let me think about it, if nothing else, the female prefect must be Hermione." ”

"You're right." Hermione laughed.

"Of course... Someone who can become a prefect is definitely not someone like Harry and I like to do things. Iger spread his hands.

"Don't talk about that." Harry interrupted Egger as he looked at Egg curiously, looking like he was already coming out of his grief, "Tell us what's in hell?" ”

"Hell Leon," Egg thought as he pinched his chin, "the prairie is full of Hippogriffs, griffins, Thestrals, and whatever... There are as many magical beasts there as there are beasts in the forest, and by the way, I also have a magic dragon that can be hundreds of meters long when it grows up. ”

"Cool... Dude, you know what we're more likely to ask..."Ron smiled and leaned over to Egg's side, "Fantastic beasts don't matter... How is Meiwa? ”

"......" Egger: "I didn't see it... But I've seen a lot of creatures that are more beautiful than Meiwa..."

"What? Speak up, talk fast! Ron's eyes lit up, and Egg felt that he might beg him to take him to hell when he said that...

"Succubus..."Iger said, "a vassal race of the devil clan, extremely beautiful in appearance and in excellent shape!" It's a pity that they don't intermarry with races other than the devil - if they like you, of course. ”

"Seems difficult to hear you say that?" Ron swallowed.

"Of course, it seems that there hasn't been since ancient times..."Egger smiled: "In hell, power is admired, and there is no order or rule there, and only with big fists can you have the confidence to speak." ”

"The classes in hell are roughly divided into: the undead of the wicked, the ordinary hellish races and magical beasts, some higher regional races - such as magic dragons, succubi, etc., and then the ruling class - the devil race."

Egger grinned: "Speaking of which, I am still a rich second generation, and my family covers an area of more than one million square kilometers. ”

"This damn capitalism really makes me jealous and hate," Ron muttered quietly.

"I still have over a hundred succubus maids in my house," Egg muttered to Ron in a low voice.

Ron's eyes lit up: "Is there still a shortage of servants in your house?" ”

Egger: "......"

You think beautifully!

"I'm more curious, what kind of people are uncles and aunts?" Hermione asked, blushing.

"Look at me~" Egg looked at Hermione with a grin.

"Huh?" Hermione tilted her head, looking cute.

"My face looks like my mother's, and my personality looks like my father's." Iger said, "My father's name is Mammon, and my mother's name is Flosibina. ”

"Oooo I've heard the name! Ron exclaimed.

"You've heard of it?" Egg looked at Ron curiously.

"Yes, I sometimes complain about the situation at home, you know the conditions of my family." Ron coughed slightly embarrassed: "Then my mother will always teach me not to let greed occupy my brain, there is a devil named Mammon who will evoke people's original sin - greed, and then let people fall into it, and finally go to perdition." ”

"It's a bit of an exaggeration," Egghaha smiled, "My father ......"

For a moment, the image of Mammon sitting on a solid gold chair, holding a crystal cup, appeared in Egg's mind...

"Well, you're right," Egger said with a twitch at the corners of his mouth.

"But it doesn't arouse greed, my father loved to collect treasures, right... It's just that they were sent by the inhabitants of our family territory or some other devil. Iger thought for a moment.

"I'm so envious," Ron looked envious.

Hermione glanced at Iger quite understandingly, "So you're genetic?" ”

Egger: "......"

"Actually, I don't think it's useful..."Egg shook his head, "I used to like treasure when I was short of money, but then when I had more, I felt that it was actually nothing..."

"Can you write down the Philosopher's Stone on your staff first and talk to me..."Harry looked at the staff in Egger's hand with a strange expression, "My eyes hurt from that red light..."

Egger: "......"