At this time, half a month has passed since the holiday, and the time to capture Voldemort is shorter than Iger imagined, of course, the main reason is that Lupin is too anxious on the road, otherwise Iger can play in Italy for half a month...

When Dolores wandered around the house for two days, the Granger couple reluctantly and passively adjusted to her presence, even though it didn't seem much to Iger and Hermione.

Since the two of them became wizards, their values have not been the same...

Hermione, in particular, after getting acquainted with Buckbeak, was just sprinkling water on the python or something, and it was no surprise that Egg didn't take a basilisk home.

However, what surprised Egg was not the Grangers' adaptation to Dolores, but the relationship between Lark and Dolores.

The relationship between the two of them turned out to be very good?

This made Iger a little confused.

Egg would often see Lark stepping on top of Doloris's head, and the python would swim around with him...

A hawk and a snake have a good relationship?

Iger couldn't help but feel a little emotional, Doloris was really the gentlest python he had ever seen...

Or is it stupid?

Since Egger came back, Hermione seemed to have lived in Egger's house, reading books quietly every day, which meant that the years were quiet.

As for the holiday homework or something, I finished it early.

At night, the golden light warmed the room, and Hermione curled up against the wall on the inside of Egger's bed, holding a book and looking absentmindedly in Egg's direction.

Egg was clutching at the Dementor's head, hoping to figure out the structure of this strange species.

The Dementor was horrified, the house was full of joy and happiness, but he didn't dare to suck it at all...

"You said you were going to take me to Paris..."

For a long time, Hermione's voice sounded faintly in her ears.

Egg came back to his senses, casually stuffed the Dementor into the box on the side, turned to look at Hermione with a smile, "I'm still wondering when you'll be tempted to ask me..."

Hermione's face suddenly turned red and hammered Egg: "If you're a boy, you can't take the initiative!" ”

"Haven't you always emphasized equality between men and women?" Ai Da Zhinan said unconsciously, quite jokingly.

"If you don't go, you won't go..." Hermione's face turned around angrily, and then she saw a slender hand on her shoulder, and the scene in front of her was violently distorted, and the two appeared in Paris, France in an instant.

The moment she landed, a large black robe quickly draped over Hermione's body, followed by a strong wind in the middle of Paris at night.

"Where is this?" Hermione felt like her voice was going to be blown away by the wind.

"The top of the Eiffel Tower," Egg grinned, holding Hermione's hand tightly, "Hold my hand, or you'll die if you fall..."

The little girl nodded hurriedly, held Egger's hand tightly, turned her head and looked timidly at the city below.

Unfortunately, the guardrail on the side did not give her the slightest sense of security, and at a glance, Hermione's hands were covered with a dense layer of sweat...

"Are you scared?" Egg turned his head and looked at Hermione with a smile.

"Well..."Hermione nodded slightly, this height made her legs a little weak, this is not playing Quidditch, and she doesn't have a wand on her, the little girl panicked...

"Look into my eyes...", Egg pulled Hermione's face and looked at each other, "Do you know how to dance?" ”

"Daddy taught me—" Hermione panicked even more, but this time not because she was afraid of heights, but because Egg was too close to her.

"Shall we dance?" Iger grinned, "You teach me." ”

"Well—" Hermione replied a little sluggishly, then took Egg's hand a little awkwardly and led him to sway his dance steps gently.

Egg hummed a song in his throat, moving gently with Hermione's footsteps, and the sound of the wind in the sky at night seemed to be unable to hide Egg's singing, and the two small figures danced gently at the top of the tower.

Hermione danced very seriously, Egger studied very seriously, and at the top of the Eiffel Tower at night, the hearts of teenagers and girls were getting closer and closer.

"It feels a little dark," Hermione looked around.

"Let there be light..."Egg grinned, and the staff floating not far behind him flew to the top of the tower with a whoosh, and shot a fiery red firework into the sky, and the red light flew lightly in the air, and then exploded with a snap, turning into a grand rose firework.

Tonight's Paris is not destined to be peaceful, especially when the top of the Eiffel Tower is obscured by layers of fireworks...

Countless romantic French people ran into the streets, shouting excitedly in the direction of the tower.

The Muggle Prime Minister standing in front of the window looked puzzled, is there a fireworks show in the Eiffel Tower tonight?

The Minister of Magic of France is also confused, which wizard is so arrogant? Running to the top of the tower to set off fireworks? Is Nima playing so big?

But that had nothing to do with Egg, the night wind brought Egg's supple blonde hair, and Egg pressed Hermione against the guardrail next to her: "Isn't it beautiful?" ”

"Well—" Hermione's voice trembled.

"Not as pretty as you," Egger's voice whispered in Hermione's ear, and Hermione felt her face burn.

Egg was so close that Hermione could even sense something restless about Egg...

"It's just us here tonight, and no one in the entire tower wants to apparition coming in..."Egg's voice gently teased Hermione's heartbeat with a hint of temptation, and Hermione's breathing became even faster...

It took a long time for Hermione to reluctantly calm down, her eyes were like water, and her slender legs were gently wrapped around Egg's waist: "Say you love me!" ”

"I love you."

……

Early the next morning, a strong storm suddenly blew in the wizarding world in France, and the entire Ministry of Magic was in a state of chicken and dog jumping.

For most of the night, the top of the Eiffel Tower was surrounded by fireworks, half the city's Muggle electronics were out of order, and a group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic couldn't apparinate under the tower, not even entering the tower!

The Minister was going crazy, and because of such a firework, the Ministry of Magic had to work overtime to revise the memories of hundreds of Muggles, forcing them to announce to the people that it was just a fireworks display by the Muggle government.

And from beginning to end, the entire Ministry of Magic didn't even know who did it...

Not only in France, but the Daily Prophet newspaper also published the news early this morning, Hermione's face turned red the moment she saw the newspaper, and Iger continued to eat breakfast with a calm face.

"Is this what a wizard did?" Chris looked at the newspaper in his hand with a look of surprise: "What a big deal..."

"yes, the whole tower is surrounded by fireworks, it's so romantic," said Mrs. Granger, smiling as she ate her fries.

"It's ridiculous that the newspaper said it might have been done by Egger!" Chris looked at the newspaper and laughed: "'The French Ministry of Magic tried various methods and failed to enter the Eiffel Tower, the Minister could only stare at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower with a group of Aurors, and there are not many people in Europe who have this level of magic at present, if it is not Albus Dumbledore's old age, then it is Egger Morissus who is dating his little girlfriend...... 'How is this possible?' Do wizards do not need to report to the Ministry of Magic when entering and leaving the country? ”

The adopted son and daughter are both wizards, and the Granger couple are familiar with some things in the wizarding world, and Aisha often chats with Lady Granger, so it is natural for the two to think that this report is pure nonsense.

Hermione glanced at the newspaper with a ruddy face and ate her breakfast in silence.

Yes, entry and exit need to be reported...

Because normal people can't apparilate to France, they can only enter and exit through the channels of the Ministry of Magic...

Hermione has her own thoughts, so naturally she won't talk casually, because she tasted the taste of the aging agent for the first time last night, and the heather...

Egger also has his own thoughts, and of course he doesn't talk casually, because he sent Hermione back last night and took Aisha to the Eiffel Tower again...

After the meal, Egg said hello to the Granger couple and disappeared, appearing in front of an old house at the end of Spider Alley.

Familiarly pushed open the door, bypassed a few old bookshelves in the living room, and went headlong into a small hidden room on the side.

"I thought you should be in France at this time..."Snape's flat voice came, and Iger turned his head to see that Snape, dressed in a black robe, was sitting behind the table and boiling the cauldron: "Or... Fireworks? ”

"I'll come... Get some age-boosters..."Egger smiled a little awkwardly.

Snape sneered as if he had thought of something, "You've got a lot of ideas..."

With you say? Old virgin...

Iger spread his hands and rummaged through the cabinets to find it, then turned his head to look at Snape, "By the way, do you know who this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is?" ”

“… Who? Snape looked up at Egger, who had a bad feeling of premonition.

"Sirius Black...", Egg reached out and pulled out a large bottle and stuffed it into his arms, "He's Harry's godfather, I think you all have a common language, like raising children or something..."

Snape's face instantly darkened, and it was completely dark...

If there was anyone Snape hated the most, there was no one else but Jaime.

But if there is anyone who hates it the most, it must be Sirius.

Because this guy almost cost him his life.

Leaving Snape's house, Iger felt refreshed.

Labor is not so good to ridicule the drop...

Iger didn't know how Snape would react when he found out, but judging by his reaction, he should have just found out...

It didn't matter if Snape would find Dumbledore to tear him up, Iger spent days taking Hermione and Aisha around Europe.

Have a meal on the banks of the Seine today, take a cruise on the high seas of Italy tomorrow or something.

Since Egger and Fudge tore their faces, even the work with Aisha has become much easier, and now it is only in the name of an Auror, and there is no need to go to the office or anything.

But Aisha doesn't care, she originally went to work to find something to do for herself, if it weren't for Egger's disagreement, Aisha would even have to apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...

Fudge didn't dare to really squeeze out Aisha in the Ministry, after all, in the eyes of the other Ministry of Magic employees, Aisha was their master, and Aisha was gone, where did they go to get extra money?

Egger gave me pure gold! What can you Fudge give us?

No way, it's so realistic...

But Fudge thinks that I don't dare to exclude you, can't I give you a holiday?

Do you want to take paid leave? Fools don't do it...

For a few days, Egger took his two sisters out to play as much as possible, and lived quite comfortably.

But he's at ease, Dumbledore isn't...

Lady Maxime's shouting letter was placed on Dumbledore's table because of an unknown fireworks display on the Eiffel Tower two days ago...

Even if this kind of thing is in the newspaper, I don't dare to insist that someone did it, so I can only make a simple guess, but Madame Maxim doesn't need it, she can make the entire Ministry of Magic stand outside the tower and stare dryly, there are many people in Europe who have this kind of strength, but there is only one person who can do this kind of thing...

Even the International Confederation of Wizards sent Dumbledore a letter of complaint, asking him to take care of a certain husky in England.

Dumbledore felt quite aggrieved about this kind of thing, and I couldn't stand him...

A stride is a country, who can afford this? I can't do it either, can I?

As for the French Ministry of Magic, they directly blackened Agra, but there was no way, they didn't count, Iger would still swagger on the streets of Paris when he should appear, and the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic didn't dare to step forward at all...

The shadow of the famous tree, France and England are separated by a sea, and in China, that is, the width of the mouth of the Yangtze River, the wizards of the two countries rely on owls, so some information is also transmitted very thoroughly.

Like how strong a bastard is...

"The British Ministry of Magic must give us an explanation for this!"

Like Dumbledore, Fudge also had his troubles, such as the video call of the French Minister of Magic next door...

The wizarding world has its own channels for transmitting information, not just through owls, for example, Fudge has an alchemy booklet, which is full of other people's photos, portraits, or mirrors, and Fudge can always communicate with others on it.

It's expensive, and Fudge used to show it off, but for the first time now, I felt the urge to throw it away......

Closing the book with a grim face, Fudge roared in his heart.

I want to give you an explanation too, but who is going to give me an explanation?

I, the Minister of Magic, was threatened by a twelve-year-old boy pointing at his nose, I don't want to lose face?

What shall I give you the Word? Take your life?

Fudge felt that his life was always aggrieved.

The last time he was so aggrieved was when Dumbledore put him in the position of minister.

The last time was when I wanted to run for Minister of Magic, but the Death Eaters were extremely rampant in the country.

There's nothing worry-free!

But even if he is aggrieved in his heart, Fudge will not show it on his face, although Tai Chi is Chinese, but politicians in every country will fight...

After thinking about it for a long time, Fudge opened the pamphlet and flipped to the page of an old man with a white beard.

"Albus, you have to give me an explanation!"