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!

What’s at Hogwarts in 1991?

Harry Potter? The Philosopher’s Stone? The Golden Trio?

Or the Three-Headed Dog, Devil’s Snare, Troll…

More likely there’s Bat-like Snape, Bumblebee Dumbledore, Two-faced Quirrell, Serpentine-faced Voldemort…

And from then on, things will only get worse year by year…

“If I could choose, couldn’t I move forward another 20 years?”

Albert cried in vain and reluctantly fought his way forward, through a path full of pitfalls, in 1991’s Hogwarts.