After the day's dueling club, Egger returned to his dormitory, somewhat exhausted.

Truth be told, guiding the students through the battle was not as easy as expected, such as Seamus and Neville, whose duel had to be protected by Snape and Egger on the side of the long platform, with super armor to protect themselves in case anything happened to the students watching the battle.

There was also a big Slytherin girl who gave up her wand in hand-to-hand combat against a Ravenclaw girl, and when Egg separated them, the little Ravenclaw girl was dying...

Looking at the girl's much taller and stronger figure than himself, Egger couldn't help but wonder if he could beat her, and her arms were almost as thick as his thighs.

"That guy can't be as big as Hagrid, right?" Egger muttered, then thought for a moment, "Maybe it's a troll?" ”

But this also made a little wave in Egger's heart, most wizards are difficult to win in the face of a Muggle who can fight without a wand, even Dumbledore and Voldemort, the two of them do not have many wandless spells, especially Voldemort, killing someone and even robbing someone else's wand, although Iger doesn't think everyone should be as freakish as himself, and can cast spells without a wand, but according to Voldemort's situation, it is inevitably too low...

It's not that Egg is swollen, and without a wand, Voldemort's appearance is no different from a little plague chicken in front of him, and he can easily pinch one in one hand.

Maybe I should learn martial arts? In the future, when you fight the enemy, you may be able to use it in an unexpected way...

Iger thought to himself, and he suddenly felt that this method seemed to be very feasible!

Think about it, when the other party has a few spells that have no effect on him, he took out two knives and opened Wushuang when he went up, and he was not too handsome!

Mages, they should play melee...

All afternoon, Egger was in the fantasy of being unbeatable, and before he could think about it, Kingsley arrived at Hogwarts with something very unpopular.

Dementors...

Iger wrote to him and asked Azkaban for a Dementor to teach the students the Patronus Charm...

When Iger arrives at the gate of the campus with a silver-white cat, the silver-white lynx beside Kingsley is guarding a Dementor.

"Thank you, Kingsley." Egg greeted Kingsley with a smile.

"No thanks, I really hope you can be safe for two days." Kingsley helplessly stalled his hands: "You must be careful and careful, this thing is not safe at all." ”

"Does he have an IQ?" Egg blinked at the Dementors.

"There are some, so it also allows them to always find a reason to hurt someone." Kingsley said, glancing at the Dementors in disgust, to be honest, Egg had never seen Kingsley hate people, and Kingsley's gentle personality made it difficult for others to see the way he looked when he was angry.

"Well, it's good to be able to communicate!" Egg smiled, and the silver kitten next to him slammed into the Dementor's head, and then Egg stepped on the Dementor's erect neck, and the tip of the staff spewed out a trace of fire, and at Egg's feet, the Dementor looked terrible, and tried to flee in horror.

"Please translate it for me, and if it dares to suck anyone's soul here, I'll kill him and go to Azkaban and slaughter their entire tribe." Egg said with a grin, but the words he said made Kingsley feel furious.

Kingsley spoke a few simple words to the Dementor in the language of a patient's gasp, and the Dementor settled down.

"What did you say?" Egg looked at Kingsley curiously.

"If you don't be honest, you die, their people are very lacking in language..."Kingsley helplessly spread his hands: "Okay, you must be careful, Aisato, I tell you, she loves you." ”

"Help me tell her that I love her too." Egger waved his hand and grabbed the Dementor by the neck to return to the school, and the figure of the large black cloak was thrown around by Egger, and from time to time it hit the road sign next to the road, trembling and trembling.

The Dementors were large, but they weighed lightly, and Iger felt like he was just the weight of a skeleton on his hands.

There are actually many ways to deal damage to Dementors, such as Fire, Gryffindor's sword, or Basilisk's fangs, not just the Patronus, but compared to several others, the Patronus is obviously more suitable for most people.

The near-soul-like way of being gave the Dementors a natural fear of these Horcrux nemesis, and the Dementor shivered in Egger's hands, as quiet as a little plague chicken.

"Oh my God, Egger, what's that in your hand?" Professor McGonagall's panicked voice was heard, and Egg turned to see a dark-haired lady with a somewhat old face hurrying over.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall." Egg looked at Professor McGonagall with a smile and said, "The Dementors I got from the Ministry of Magic, I plan to use them to teach the students the Patronus Charm. ”

"It's too dangerous, Egger, get your hands off the way." Professor McGonagall's wand was aimed at the Dementors, "God, how did you come across it?" A normal person touches the Patronus and it shatters..."

“？？？”

Is that so? Iger was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then let go of the Dementor in a daze, and couldn't help but scratch his head, why didn't he feel anything at all?

I can't feel the coldness and dead silence that others have passed on by others, and the emotions that can no longer be happy.

"Why don't I feel it?" Egger looked dazed, this state that obviously did not belong to normal people suddenly made him curious about his background.

I'm not normal!

At night, Egg lay in bed and couldn't help but think deeply about the hapless Dementor who had been locked in a large box by Professor McGonagall, firmly locked in six or seven iron locks.

It's easy to understand that he broke out silently, although he hasn't been abused, but it's not surprising that he has been inadvertently suppressed for a long time, after all, his magic power under normal circumstances is indeed much higher than that of his peers.

And then there's the inexplicable ability to learn, such as various languages, and for example, the unique learning talent for books that imprint magic, a talent that can barely be attributed to the bloodline.

But it's not normal to be able to pinch a Dementor and play with it as a sunny day doll, and if it weren't for what Professor McGonagall just said, I wouldn't have known that Dementors can't be touched...

Perhaps, I should take a look at the memories of Old Lady Hull?

Egger didn't think about exploring his life experience, because he didn't care, his father loved his mother and loved him in his previous life, and there was no need to add some pathos to himself to find the biological parents of this body...... I don't lack anything anymore, so I never thought about it.

However, the abnormal situation now makes Egg feel a little unusual, not to find his parents, but to find out what kind of blood he really is.

As soon as he thought of this, Iger couldn't sleep anymore, and a strong curiosity raged in his heart, and he immediately ran to the principal's office in his pajamas.

Pushing the door open, there was no one in the headmaster's room, and Phineas was humming something on the wall, as if to complain that Egger didn't sleep at night.

With a small bottle in his hand, Egg poured Old Lady Hull's memories into the meditation basin in a nearby cupboard, and plunged headlong into it.

An inexplicable sense of weightlessness came, and Iger looked around, even though the light around him was very dim, and the wind and snow blowing in the sky blurred his vision, he could still accurately distinguish the location of this place.

This is the small courtyard of the orphanage...

There were a few faint dog barks in the distance, and a baby at the gate of the courtyard kept crying, and Iger raised his eyebrows, which should be his own cry...

Soon, Mrs. Hull hurried out of the room, pushed open the door and picked up Egg, Iger followed curiously, Mrs. Hull picked up the baby and coaxed quietly, on the baby's swaddling clothes, a palm-sized five-pointed star appeared in Egg's field of vision.

Egger quickly withdrew from the meditation basin, and the whole memory process was very short...

That's it? Egger was at a loss.

"It's no different from no clue..."Egg sat on the stone steps in front of Dumbledore's desk with a toothache, on the shelf not far away, Fawkes opened his eyes and looked at Egg, at this time Fawkes no longer looked old, his body was covered with tender new feathers, it seemed that he had a nirvana a few days ago...

There weren't many clues that Egg could grasp now, on the one hand, the pure-bloods, which Kreacher had said to himself, and the resistance to the Dementors.

"Looks like you've got something on your mind, Egger?" An old voice rang out, and Dumbledore appeared beside Egger at some point, dressed in pajamas embroidered with house-elf motifs.