Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

After the sorting ceremony, Dumbledore stood up and spoke to the students. Iger didn't quite understand what he said, and then saw the old man with the white beard take out his wand and lead the students to sing the school song.

Iger tried to learn from Fred and George, and sang the last line with the tone of the funeral march with great emotion. The lifeless and sad singing made Iger the last person to sing the song. Flick, ending the conductor for Iger's last lyric.

There was a dead silence in the hall. People stared dumbfounded at Iger, who was the first in the history of Hogwarts to finish singing the school anthem with a funeral march. Professor Flitwick turned to look at Snape.

"Maybe Dumbledore is right and he should be in Gryffindor."

Snape's face darkened when he heard what Professor Flitwick said.

There was lively applause, Iger stood on the chair and bowed to the surroundings with a smile, Elsa leaned forward and back with a smile, hugged Iger and kissed him on the cheek, and the boys around looked envious.

"Then, I have nothing more to say." Dumbledore waved his hand with a smile: "Eat!"

After the voice fell, plates of dishes appeared on four long tables, and the students began to eat excitedly.

Interestingly, there was a glass of iced lemon juice and a pot of small hot pot in front of Iger, which was obviously not a dish that should appear in the main meal, and immediately attracted the attention of other students.

Iger knew that this was prepared by the elves for himself, so he couldn't help laughing.

"What is this?" Aisha looked at Iger curiously.

"A kind of oriental food is called hot pot." Iger picked up a thick slice of beef floating on the chili oil and put it on Aisha's plate.

Aisha picked up the beef with a fork and put it in her mouth, then her eyes lit up: "It's delicious."

"If it's delicious, eat more..." Iger grinned: "Kaka, can you prepare another one for me?"

After the words fell, another small pot appeared on the table in front of him.

"How did you do it?" Aisha looked at Iger in surprise.

"It's made by house elves, and it's delivered from the corresponding table in the kitchen after it's done, don't you know?" Iger was also a little surprised.

"I don't know..." Aisha didn't seem to have been to the kitchen, and looked at Iger in a daze.

"I'll take you to take a look if I have a chance." Iger laughed.

Aisha felt a little weird, obviously she was the one who stayed in Hogwarts for seven years, right?

Iger thought about it, and felt that it might be the reason why Fred and George hadn't enrolled yet, and the school wasn't so happy yet.

Hufflepuff students should know the entrance to the kitchen, but it is estimated that Aisha has little chance to touch it.

The two chatted a lot during dinner, and told Aisha about Iger's adventures in recent days, except for some things that should not be said.

"You actually went to the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid?" Aisha looked at Iger and frowned slightly: "That's against the school rules, we are not allowed to go in."

"School rules are useful for students. I'm not a student now, am I?" Iger grinned: "Besides, Dumbledore said that if you don't want to die, don't go in, not not allowed to go in."

"Is there a difference?" Aisha looked blank.

"There's a big difference..." Iger muttered.

After dinner, Iger followed the Gryffindor students all the way to the Gryffindor lounge. The fat lady glanced at Iger in the crowd: "Honey, you will need a password if you come in later."

"The new password is easy to remember, little egg." Elsa looked at Iger with a smile.

"The password is correct, go in, dear." The fat lady said with a smile.

"I really thank you for thinking about me so much..." Iger scrambled into the hole and returned to the room.

"Why can you enter my room?" Iger turned to look at Aisha.

Aisha smiled and pinched Iger's little face: "Girls can enter the boys' dormitory, but boys cannot enter the girls' dormitory."

"It's not fair." Iger spread his hands.

"There is no fairness between girls and boys. If you want to fall in love in the future, I hope you can remember this." Aisha didn't take it seriously.

In the dormitory, Lark was squatting in the birdcage with his eyes closed, and Aisha looked at the surrounding decorations in amazement: "Dumbledore really prefers you, doesn't he? My own dormitory is so well decorated."

"Thanks to Kaka." Iger smiled: "Kaka helped me pick the flowers in the room, and he also helped me clean the room all the time."

Taking out a Kodak who was fiddling with a gold Gallon and a timid crust from his arms, Iger turned and walked out of the room: "I don't mind if you stay and sleep with me at night, but now I need to go to Dumbledore's office."

Aisha followed Iger downstairs with a smile, apparently very happy with Iger's teasing.

A few minutes later, Kaka brought Iger to the door of Dumbledore's office. Iger looked at the stone sculpture in front of him: "Zizi bee candy."

Pushing the door open and entering the room, Dumbledore was looking carefully at the Ravenclaw diadem.

"I'm still wondering how long you'll catch up with Miss Smith. It's a good thing that you came earlier than I thought, Iger." Dumbledore smiled: "To be intoxicated in tenderness for too long may not be a good thing." What a good thing, it may empty your body prematurely."

"Old rascal..." Iger said blankly, "What's the matter with calling me here?"

"Ah...it's like this..." Dumbledore's voice was soft: "I received a letter from a former student of the school today, and he said that you seemed to have had some unfriendly influence on his children this afternoon. "

"Draco Malfoy?" Iger tilted his head: "You didn't tell him that his son may still live in my shadow in the future, so let him be more honest?"

"I did persuade him in this way, but he doesn't seem to be someone who is easy to let go. Fortunately, Sev replied in time to persuade him, and he has a good relationship with the child's father." Dumbledore looked at Iger with sharp eyes: " At this point, I also hope that you can control your emotions, after all, silence is likely to explode when you are emotional."

"Okay, I see." Iger shrugged.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly: "It's a pity, you don't seem to listen to my words, do you want something to drink?"

Iger grinned, it seemed that old man Deng didn't care much about such things.

"Iced lemon juice is ready," Iger said.

"By the way, there is another point. Professor Snape asked me to inform you that because the students start school, you will have to go to his office at six o'clock in the evening to study every day." Dumbledore crossed his hands and fingers in front of his chin.

Iger nodded: "I see."

Squeaking and drinking iced lemon juice, Iger looked at Dumbledore: "Professor, I don't understand one thing."

"Why didn't you have Legilimency for you?" Dumbledore laughed: "Actually, I had a moment of temptation before. Believe me, with my ability, you can't feel anything."

Dumbledore looked at Iger with a surprised face and blinked: "But I didn't see anything, I just had a quick glimpse of your eight years of life."

Iger froze, a little puzzled.

"The human soul is a very strange thing, isn't it?" Dumbledore stood up and fiddled with the silver liquid in a basin beside him: "It can split, gather, or be reborn, even if I am called As one of the greatest white wizards, he can't pry into the memory imprinted on the soul."

Dumbledore turned and looked at Iger and smiled: "You are safe."

Iger doesn't know whether Dumbledore's safety refers to his own safety or his own safety. In short, he is a little confused now.

Nodding vaguely, Iger looked at Dumbledore: "Why don't we discuss a few deals?"

"What deal do you want?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with interest.

"Like the crown I gave you, it's up to me to choose what you can offer." Iger thought for a while: "Even if I take you there, it's okay, okay?"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "You have almost emptied my pension, Iger."

Immediately looking at Iger who was a little lost, Dumbledore nodded: "But I agree, I think my hundred-year-old body still has a lot of family background..."

Iger suddenly laughed and looked at Dumbledore.

"So, what do you want to exchange for the crown?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"Light Wheel 2001." Iger grinned. ①

"I have to say, this is a very greedy request." Dumbledore nodded in agreement: "Yes, at least so far, I haven't heard of a better broom than this."

Dumbledore looked at Iger and smiled: "I heard that Buck is developing a new type of broom called Twig 90. If you are not in a hurry, would you like me to book one for you? I heard that they will be on the market next year .”

Iger shook his head: "Forget it."

"I think so too. I've seen their processing flow. I'm sure that in terms of their craftsmanship, the broom is likely to deform if it flies too fast. The light wheel 2001 is more suitable." Dumbledore laughed: "Are you going to give it to your little girlfriend?"

Iger scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's good to be young." Dumbledore looked at Iger and teased: "You can enjoy the nourishment of love unscrupulously, although you nourished it a little early."

Iger felt his face was burning hot, and an egg might be boiled, so he hurriedly left Dumbledore's office.

On the top of the cabinet at the door of the principal's office, a dirty and broken hat was bent, and the folds on the hat formed a human face: "I like that boy, Dumbledore, he doesn't pretend at all, although he is very greedy. "

"I like it too, this is a child who can be easily seen through." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows: "I'm sure he won't go astray."

"I'm sure he won't ask for something as simple as a broom next time..." the Sorting Hat muttered.

Dumbledore spread his hands, apparently agreeing with the Sorting Hat.

"You are too accommodating to that brat, Albus!" On the side portrait, an old man looked at Dumbledore dissatisfied and said, "That's just a silent person, which was very common in my time, and he may not be able to survive. !"

"I thought you would understand my thoughts, Phineas." Dumbledore looked at the portrait beside him: "Obviously the important thing about that child is not the silence in him."

Phineas Nigellus Black, a hot-tempered ex-headmaster and, of course, the most unpopular headmaster ever. He is the great-great-grandfather of Sirius, and his character has obviously become more irritable since he learned that Sirius, the last descendant of the family, was imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Weird theory, I think you are getting old." Phineas muttered and turned away, apparently going to complain about his portrait in Hogsmeade Square.

...

Early the next morning, Iger was wandering around the Hogwarts manor, with a silver kitten beside him flapping butterflies passing by from time to time.

The morning air in Hogwarts smelled very good. The faint smell of grass mixed with the scent of flowers entered Iger's nose. After sniffing, Iger walked towards Hagrid's hut.

"Good morning, Hagrid." Iger walked into the cabin, and Hagrid was wearing a pink apron and eating breakfast cakes.

Iger doesn't understand why Hagrid has a soft spot for biscuits, and what's more, he doesn't understand why Hagrid can knock out other people's teeth no matter whether he makes cake pies or biscuits.

"Good morning, Iger." Hagrid pushed a pot of milk: "It's a pity I can't take you for a stroll in the Forbidden Forest today. The pumpkin patch has just been fertilized, and I need to give them some insect repellent. You can go to Buckbeak and let him take you to fly around twice, but remember to bring him a few rats and skunks, that guy is very greedy."

Iger nodded, and looked at the breakfast milk that Hagrid handed over. The milk in the jug was obviously thicker than milk, and the hanging cup was very serious. Iger was not sure if he would choke if he took a sip.

"What kind of milk is this?" Iger asked.

Hagrid chewed the biscuit in his mouth: "The milk of the poison horn beast is the two poison horn beasts that Mr. Scamander released in the Forbidden Forest back then. They said they were the last two in the world, but they are Life in the Forbidden Forest is very good, now that we have our own small group, at least we don’t have to worry about extinction, right? Mr. Scamander is really great..."

Hagrid was rambling on, he seemed to admire Newt Scamander, Iger felt that the two were very similar, both had a mysterious obsession with magical creatures, but compared to Newt, Hagrid seemed I prefer those big ones with claws and fangs...

Like a dragon?

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched, and then his eyes lit up a little. Speaking of which, if there is a chance to raise a giant dragon, it would be pretty cool, wouldn't it?

All day, Iger had nothing to do, although in the afternoon he went to Hogsmeade to drink some butterbeer, but it didn't seem to bring him much pleasure.

At night, in Snape's office, Iger stared at all kinds of eerie things soaked in the green liquid around him. Iger was not sure whether Snape was making potions or playing dissection.

"Take out your wand, Iger." Snape's face was not very good, and Iger felt that he might still be worried about the face he brushed against him last night, after all, Snape obviously didn't have any broad mind.

"I heard that you released a very powerful Bone Crushing Curse in the Leaky Cauldron yesterday afternoon? It seems that even if I don't teach you anything, you can easily master this kind of restricted black magic." Snape was tired The crooked tone lingered in Iger's ears, and Iger wasn't sure if he needed to scold him now, because he hadn't yet figured out whether Snape meant admiration or sarcasm.

"I'm overwhelmed..." Iger opened his mouth after thinking about it.

"You seem to think I'm praising you?" Snape glanced at Iger coldly.

Iger was at a loss for a while: "Isn't it?"

"Obviously, it was my mistake to try to communicate with a no-brainer like you." Snape snorted.

"I thought we would have a common language." Iger replied indifferently, I am stupid and you are stupid, everyone is the same!

Snape's face was ugly. He found that he basically had no hope of defeating Iger in the verbal confrontation. He wanted to deduct points but didn't know who to deduct. He hadn't been sorted yet.

Wanting to be locked up for no good reason, Iger is not a student.

Wanting to seal his tongue and lock his throat, Iger is still wearing his armor 24 hours a day.

Why the hell did I teach him the Iron Armor Curse? Snape was expressionless, feeling terrible.