Egger Morriss.

Translation: Poisoned eggs.

The amused young man who was seriously ill in bed last life was reborn into the world in the Harry Potter stories in his memory.

For the coming darkness and the strange and unpredictable magical world, Iger is like a wild dog that has been let loose.

Author: Why don’t you follow the plot?

Iger: The plot? Is the plot none of my business? I want to be happy!

Voldemort: You are very talented, I allow you to be my servant!

Iger: That’s not how the valet is charged… My friend, have you heard of Amway?

Voldemort: ? ? ?

Snape: I swear, Mr Morriss, if I find out you’re using a cauldron to cook hot pot again, I can’t guarantee that my wolf’s poison potion will drip into your cauldron if you’re not paying attention.

Iger: Once upon a time, there was a little witch from Muggle, she had a pair of green eyes…

Snape: Don’t challenge my bottom line!

Iger: Don’t challenge my scumbag!

This is an unorthodox magical world, Hogwarts with a clear style of painting, be careful!

【Taste buds bloom potion】 [A potion made of moonflower petals, Billy Wigg insect sting stinger juice and fire ash snake eggshells as the main ingredients, which can stimulate the existing flavor to the extreme, and excessive intake will cause convulsions and convulsions all over the body for up to an hour] Luke De Vere is quite satisfied with this pot of potion, and today's eight-eyed giant spider dragon's rest risotto must sell quickly. …… This is the legendary story of being able to see the introduction of everything and eventually becoming a potion master. But the problem now is that Professor Sprout wonders why I can grow herbs 100% alive, Professor Snape wonders why I can make a near-perfect potion, and Professor Trelawney doesn't understand why all my predictions come true...... Every professor wants to communicate with me after class, but I just want to go to the Room to make myself a Thunderbird Storm special. This book is again...

Dementors are evil magical creatures that have no facial features and can only distinguish living people by smell and the emotions floating in the air.

Wherever they go, all happiness will disappear, leaving only the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Legend has it that under the hood of the Dementor there is a face that can devour souls...

"That's the theory."

Cohen Norton did not deny this.

"But this doesn't affect my desire to be a good person. No, it's weird."

As he said that, Cohen licked the lollipop in his hand and turned a blind eye to the child next to him who was crying because the candy Cohen's brother gave him suddenly disappeared.

[Ding! Goodwill value +1, sin value +1]

[Note: Giving candy first and then snatching it is immoral and you will be condemned by your conscience]

(This is a story about a funny person who travels through time to the magical world, becomes a subject of some evil black magic experiment and grows up positively and healthily - just listen to it seriously)

- The following is an incomplete introduction -

"What is this, Tom Riddle's diary? There's a soul in it, take a sip."

"What is this, Slytherin's locket? Pry it open and take a sip like an oyster."

"What is this, Hufflepuff's cup? Add some milk tea and take a sip."

...

"What is this, Harry Potter? You smell good, bro, sip--"

"Cohen, don't come over here!"

Dylan: "Voldemort, I just mastered the highest level of Unforgivable Curses. Please believe me, I am really a good kid. Just look at what I did in school!"

Professor McGonagall: "You mean the one where you defeated an entire gathering of Death Eaters with a hundred dementors a second, and the one where you were able to hang out with a bunch of Dementors and control them at will?"

Dylan: "No, I mean, there's not a single book in the library that I haven't read! I have full marks in all my courses, including magic! Even Voldemort was defeated by me using the Unforgivable Curses."

Professor McGonagall: "Yes, that's right. That group of cultists even want to nominate you as the new Dark Lord!"

Dylan: "Oh my god, professor, isn't this easy to solve? I can kill all these Death Eaters with an Avatar, and no one will want me to be the Dark Lord!"

My dear grandpa is actually a werewolf, the truth behind the Philosopher's Stone, and the back-up man behind the four founders.

None of this prevents Loren from being a bastard, having fun with Seamus, exchanging experiences with the twins, and explaining the weirdness of Quidditch...

This is a story about hanging out at Hogwarts.

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First Transfiguration Lesson

Loren: Look at that cat above, it looks so easy to touch.

Hermione: Heartbeat, in short, it is heartbeat.

five minutes later

Hermione: Loren! ! !

(PS: The three little ones are the same age, they don’t follow the main line of the original work, they don’t have a system, and they try their best not to be OOC.)