Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The spell Snape handed to Iger tonight was simple.

disarm you...

The classic can no longer be a classic spell.

"All you have to do is to release the wand in my hand, but of course I won't let you release it so easily." Snape stared at Iger: "I will resist your attack. When did you release my wand? Tonight's class is over."

Snape's plan was to stop Iger from going back to the dormitory to sleep, and he planned to educate the rude boy in front of him.

"Disarm you!" Iger snapped his wand in his hand, Snape waved his hand, and there was a loud bang, blocking Iger's spell.

"It's interesting to be surprised, but it's obviously far from it." Snape held the wand behind his back, his wrist trembling slightly.

Looking at Iger in front of him, Snape roared in his heart.

What the hell is this? If you get hit by that curse, you will be killed, right? Avada Kedavra didn't even have such a strong effort, did he?

Avada version removes your weapon?

Dumbledore's description suddenly came to mind. If the wizard parasitized by Moran could release the spell, he would be born much stronger than ordinary people.

What kind of limit is this powerful, Snape thinks he understands now.

But the face is already placed here, it is impossible for him to step on two feet on his own...

I swear, if I practice spells with him again I'll be a fucking troll...

Snape gritted his teeth secretly, and Iger in front of him raised his wand again.

Snape panicked for a moment, and quickly covered his chest and squatted down, his face very painful.

Iger was stunned, and hurried forward to help him up: "What's wrong with you?"

Snape's face was gloomy and terrible: "Old man, you are lucky, you can go back now, I need some medicine."

Iger looked at Snape with doubts in his heart, and saw Snape quickly took out a small bottle from his robe and took a sip, and waved his hand to signal Iger to go out.

Depressed, I returned to the common room. Iger was a little upset. He couldn't wait to try the power of your weapon. At the same time, he was a little strange. There was no mention of Snape's hidden disease in the original book?

On the other side, in Dumbledore's office, Snape pushed the door open with an ugly expression.

"What about Iger?" Dumbledore looked at Snape curiously.

Since Snape became Iger's spell teacher, Dumbledore felt that he came to him more frequently.

"That guy is a monster, Albus." Snape looked at the old man in front of him with some annoyance: "The disarming spell released by an eight-year-old child can blow up half a mountain! You never told me that it was such an exaggeration !"

"Maybe I reminded you a little more implicitly, but I thought you would be mentally prepared." Dumbledore laughed: "I'm curious, how did you escape?"

"Felix Elixir..." Snape said coldly.

"Hehehe..." Dumbledore looked very happy: "It really cost money."

"His study must be restricted. I don't think there are many people who can stop a spell of that intensity." Snape said with a cold face, "Have you ever seen a Muggle shell? That's the feeling."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "Don't forget your unbreakable oath, Sev, you can't refuse his request, even if he wants to learn the Killing Curse."

Snape obviously regretted it, paced back and forth with some hesitation, and then looked at Dumbledore with burning eyes.

"Can you guarantee that he won't be the next Dark Lord?"

Dumbledore nodded with a look of reason: "Of course, I guarantee that that child has higher pursuits than Voldemort."

"Don't mention that name!" Snape waved his hand impatiently, turned and left the principal's office after thinking about it.

"What a disgrace,

To scare a child like that. In the portrait on the wall, Phineas started chattering again.

Dumbledore shook his head and retorted: "We all know the power of the Obscure, Phineas, even I, can't guarantee 100% that I can subdue an Obscure."

Phineas closed his eyes and did not refute. In the corner of the office, Fox let out a 'goo~', seeming to agree with Dumbledore's words.

...

Half a month passed by quickly, and Iger wandered around the campus all day with nothing to do, riding Buckbeak to the Black Lake to catch fish to eat, and going to the offices of Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall from time to time, Learn some more practical spells from them.

The school's professors were also very happy to see Iger's eagerness to learn, and they were all willing to teach them. Iger did not disappoint these teachers, and quickly absorbed the knowledge he had learned.

At least Iger is now able to perform deformation at will. Of course, only for some simple deformations, he can turn a bench into a chair, but he can't carve patterns on the chair. Occasionally, he can change some patterns, but It's far from what Iger expected.

Iger has always wanted to conjure Snape's elongated face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years on the stool, and then sit on it...

After half a month of tossing, Iger also got to know all the teachers in the school, including Professor Quirrell... ①

At this time, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has not yet become a high-risk occupation in people's mouth. According to a little lion, Snape has been thinking about the position of Professor Quirrell for several years...

Iger was a little surprised, he thought that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had been changed every year since before. Think about it, too, if it is really a fool who changes every year to apply for the job.

Iger thinks this is good, at least now Quirrell doesn't have a silly turban wrapped around his head, and there is no smell of garlic in the classroom, and the whole person still looks quite capable and refreshing.

Looking at the sunny day at noon, Iger walked towards the auditorium. It was just in time for lunch, and there were many students in the auditorium.

Just sitting on the chair, a large group of owls flew in from the small window above the auditorium, and one of the owls let out a strange laugh, which caused the little wizards to look blank.

Iger grinned, and looked up, and Lak was flying over with a long package.

Turning his head to look at the teacher's seat, Dumbledore blinked at Iger.

Iger felt joy in his heart, the old man really kept his word!

"What is this?" Aisha looked at Iger's package curiously.

"A gift for you." Iger lightly tapped the package with his wand in his hand: "Let loose!"

The package was opened, and a slender broom appeared in front of everyone.

"It's Nimbus 2001." An excited voice sounded from the side, and a brown-haired boy rushed to Iger's side excitedly.

"Good afternoon, Oliver." Iger smiled.

The boy in front of him was named Oliver Wood, Harry's future Quidditch captain, but Wood was just in the second grade at this time, and he would not be promoted to the fifth grade until the year Harry entered school.

"Can I touch it?" Wood looked at Iger expectantly.

Iger felt that the way he looked at the broom didn't look like he was looking at the broom, but rather like looking at his wife...

"Of course..." Iger grinned, and turned to look at Aisha who was crying excitedly: "How about it? This gift can be used as a deposit to marry you, is that okay?"

"It's a good idea." Aisha laughed immediately, and reached out to pinch Iger's little nose: "I'm not very good at riding a broom, it's a pity for me to give this gift, you keep it, boys who play Quidditch are the best." Attracts girls."

Iger grinned: "No, I will have better ones in the future."

On the teacher's bench, the pudding on Dumbledore's spoon fell to the plate with a thud, his movements were a little stiff, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

"And I'm learning to apparate now." Iger grinned.

"That's not the Iger you can learn at your age." Aisha frowned suddenly.

Iger shook his head: "I have to learn it so that I can release my restless magic power."

On the side, Wood and a group of lion cubs were still excitedly watching the broom. Wood was at a loss in excitement, and looked at Iger with a flushed face: "Iger, can I take a test flight?"

"Of course." Iger nodded, and Wood suddenly rushed out holding the broom, followed by a large group of young wizards.

Iger didn't care about their test flight. After lunch, Iger ran to Hogsmeade, where Snape was waiting impatiently under a big tree.

"Too slow." Snape glanced at Iger.

Iger grinned: "Being a man can't be too fast."

Snape looked ugly, why the hell am I talking to him?

"Goal, determination, calmness, the three-D principle, don't make me repeat it, you know what to do." Snape waved his wand, and a stone on the ground turned into a circular wooden ring.

Snape looked at Iger: "Focus your attention, make up your mind that you must reach your destination, and then let this idea spread from your mung bean-like brain to your whole body."

Pointing the wand in his hand to the ring on the ground, Snape then said, "Then, spin around and feel yourself becoming nothingness."

Iger took a deep breath, trying not to let himself think about the pain of separation, and focused on the wooden circle in the distance. Iger turned around and spun quickly.

The feeling of deformation, extrusion, and comfort filled his mind again. Iger didn't dare to be distracted, and he locked the round wooden ring firmly in his mind.

Immediately there was a bang, and Iger apparated into the wooden circle.

In Iger's previous position, a strand of blond hair fluttered down.

"Separated, a failed attempt." Snape picked up the hair that fell on the spot with the tip of his staff, and looked at Iger with a cold face: "If you come here a few times, maybe you will ask me for hair growth potion? I I don't want to spend time cooking up useless stuff, and I'll throw it all away when I get back to school."

Iger panted slightly, the first independent apparition was a bit of a shock to him: "You should keep it, I think your greasy hair may need hair growth potion maintenance."

"Sharp teeth..." Snape felt that his resistance to Iger's poisonous tongue had increased a lot, and then he waved his wand, and another wooden circle appeared in front of Iger: "Come again, if you still have the energy .”

Iger waved his hand and panted heavily: "It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy, just get used to it."

With that said, Iger stared at the wooden circle in the distance again, turned around at his feet, and there was a slight explosion in the air, and Iger returned to his previous position.

Snape looked expectantly at Iger's position before he moved, but unfortunately he didn't see anything fall this time, and Snape was a little disappointed.

"I succeeded?" Iger was a little excited.

Snape turned away with a blank expression: "Barely."

Iger looked at the wand in his hand, grinning with joy, the gate of the orphanage flashed in his mind, Iger spun again, the air exploded, and a few seconds later, Iger appeared at the gate of the orphanage.

"Old lady Hull? Master Iger is back~" Iger rushed into the dilapidated room excitedly, but the room was empty, and some old objects disappeared. It seems that the orphanage has been merged.

Iger looked at the empty room, and sat on the steps of the door with his knees hugged in a sense of loss, with complicated emotions.

"Flocks of birds..." Iger shook the wand in his hand, and a few birds jumped out from the tip of the wand, chirping and spinning around Iger.

Waves of loneliness hit, and Iger felt the emptiness for the first time.

There was an explosion behind him, and Iger knew who it was without looking back.

"Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, let me be sad for a while..." Iger didn't look back, looking dully at the dilapidated small yard in front of him.

"It seems that Mr. Poison Egg is a little sad?" The imaginary Dumbledore's old voice did not appear, but Snape's low-toned whisper came from his ear.

Iger looked at Snape in surprise: "Why are you? How do you know this place?"

"Experienced wizards will find traces of apparition in the air, not to mention that you still smell of milk on your body..." Snape looked at Iger: "I thought that a child with such a poisonous tongue must have something. Love-deficiency syndrome, but now it seems that I am wrong, you are still a baby?"

Saying that, Snape smiled sarcastically.

"A greasy person like you will like others. In comparison, I think I look much more normal." Iger didn't change his face: "So, why are you looking for me? You don't think it's just for a while Kung fu, my silence will explode, right?"

Snape snorted: "Dumbledore asked me to tell you to go back to the academy as soon as possible, in case something happens to your small body that weighs dozens of pounds."

Iger spread his hands and didn't care, it's rare to come out to play, how can he go back so soon?

Then he turned around and Shi Shiran walked out of the yard, and ran away in a jolt.

...

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore looked at Snape who was complaining before him and laughed: "I don't remember asking you to tell him, Sev."

"I don't remember when my whereabouts fell into your eyes, Albus." Snape's expression remained unchanged: "And I don't think letting a silent person with great strength before school run around It was a wise choice."

"I think he will have a sense of proportion." Dumbledore looked at Iger's figure in the smoke in front of him, and the smoke cleared with a wave of his hand, and then he looked at Snape curiously: "I thought you were a little startled." I like that child, Sev, considering your age, if you have a child, it should be about this age. Seriously, don’t you really want to find a suitable one? I have quite a few good candidates..."

Snape turned and left with an ugly face, and the old thing started chattering again...