Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger watched the corners of the mouths of the two boys opposite him twitch. Are you so caring?

"With all due respect, even if you get rid of the freckles on your face, your appearance may not be much higher. Now it's pretty good, you have your own personality, don't you, people will know you are Weasley at a glance..." Iger The corner of his mouth grinned: "As for Harry's scar...it can't be removed, it's a mark left by black magic, and there's basically no way to remove it."

"Oh...Damn it..." The two looked disappointed.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the two of them angrily, opened a bag of chocolate frogs and handed it to Iger.

"By the way, haven't you got the chocolate frog card yet?" Ron suddenly became energetic when he saw the card in Iger's hand.

"No, it seems that I have nothing to achieve..." Iger spread his hands: "What can I achieve? The only devil in the world for nearly a thousand years?"

"I think it's okay, after all, devils are not goblins and house elves, why can't they go?" Ron muttered, "To be honest, I've wanted to see you and Harry on the card for a long time. ..."

"They're all creatures. What's wrong with elves and house-elves?" Hermione glanced at Ron displeased. "Don't forget, Professor Flitwick also has elves blood!"

"Okay honey, we won't discuss this topic..." Iger pressed Hermione, who was about to make a long speech, and glanced out the window: "We're almost there..."

Or say that time flies by like a fleeting horse. Looking at the emerald green farmland outside the window, Iger thought he was back to the day when he first entered school.

"Do you have any plans for this year?" Iger turned to look at a few people.

"I'm going to...intensify my Quidditch training, I'm going to take a professional route..." Harry shrugged: "I discussed it with Sirius. I originally planned to be an Auror, but Sirius disagreed. He said that the bastards in the Ministry of Magic would not I must be killed by you someday, and the suggestion to me is to become a professional seeker..."

"What about your own thoughts?" Iger was a little curious.

"Actually... I also think it's good to play professional games, but people have to live after all. I'm not sure I can play Quidditch for the rest of my life..." Harry hesitated: "It's not that I haven't thought about it before, but I still think It's too idealistic..."

"Relax, you can do what you want..." Iger grinned: "If my prediction is correct, you basically don't have to worry about money for the rest of your life. Why don't you do something you like?"

"Really?" Harry was a little surprised.

"Of course, why lie to you..." Iger responded casually.

Just 30% of the shares in the Magic and Whisk Workshop are enough for you and your godfather to eat, drink and have fun for a lifetime...

"That's great...I don't know what I should do, and you guys are thinking too far..." Ron was a little helpless.

A group of older brothers in the family have their own careers and goals, but I am the only one who is muddled. Now even Harry has a goal, which makes Ron feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

"You can choose some things you like and are good at..." Iger suggested.

"I also like Quidditch, but I'm not as talented as Harry..." Ron sighed. "To be honest, sometimes I prefer some Quidditch items... like team uniforms, brooms..."

Iger looked at Ron's appearance and immediately thought of two words in his mind: hand-made...

An industry full of huge profits...

What will the figures of the wizarding world look like?

Maybe it will move?

Damn, it's exciting to think about it, how many nerds' dream is this!

Speaking of which, Lupine had sent a letter two days ago to inform him that the Poison Egg Magic Trickster had been registered with the Ministry of Magic. Could it be possible to use this platform to launch figures for various Quidditch teams? If it doesn't work, the comics industry can also develop...

After roughly thinking about it, Iger found that if he really wants to make a moving and talking figure, at most he needs to learn some superficial knowledge of transfiguration and alchemy, which is not too difficult for Ron...

"I'll invest money for you! Five hundred Galleons, 50% of the shares!"

Thinking of this, Iger's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed Ron's hand and shook it vigorously.

Ron: "???"

"Heh... boys..." Hermione raised her eyelids boredly: "Don't you have any lofty ambitions? Apart from playing for money, why don't you consider becoming a doctor? Or an official of the Ministry of Magic?"

"It's boring..." ×3.

"What do you want to do?" Iger's mouth curled up.

Thinking of Iger with his back heel, he can know Hermione's approximate target: the position of the Minister of Magic.

My mother-in-law is really ambitious, but Iger feels very satisfied...

The unemployed husband of the Minister of Magic...

Iger really likes this name full of boyish faces!

"I want to be the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards, like Dumbledore, which means I will take all the courses this year!" Hermione nodded seriously, without any intention of joking.

Damn it, her ideals are even bigger than in the original book... Iger couldn't help being a little upset.

Speaking of which, where does the International Federation of Magicians work?

"It's impossible, no one can take all the courses." Ron retorted immediately.

"It's nothing impossible..." Hermione snorted, "At worst, I'll just study for a while longer."

"God...she must be crazy..." Ron was dumbfounded, and seemed to think that Hermione's thoughts were a little crazy.

"I don't think you need to be so troublesome. For example, you can omit the astronomy class..." Iger looked at Hermione: "Didn't I buy you an astronomical crystal ball?"

"But I want to listen to the explanations of the teachers." Hermione said nonchalantly.

Items worth dozens of Galleons, bought for nothing, prodigal girls...

Of course Iger wouldn't say that.

"Okay, we're here, I saw Hagrid, oh my god, what kind of strange hairstyle does he have?" Harry lay on the window and looked into the distance in surprise.

"Oh, by the way, he seems to have been in France the whole holiday, and Hagrid seems to be in love, you know?" Hermione immediately went gossip.

"Who?" Ron blushed with excitement, as if he couldn't wait to make fun of Hagrid.

"Madame Maxim..." Iger said casually, dragging Hermione and the suitcase and disappearing into the carriage.

"That's great... I also want to be able to Apparate in school..." Harry looked at the place where Iger disappeared with some disappointment.

As soon as the words were finished, a flame suddenly appeared in the air. Huang Hua proudly glanced at the two people who were stunned. He put his two little paws on the shoulders of the two people and disappeared on the spot with a bang.

...

Another year of sorting ceremony...

Agger was lying on the long table with his chin resting on his head, staring intently at a group of students wearing hats on the stage with his chin in his hands. His slender black tail gently flicked Hermione's long fluffy hair beside him from time to time.

On the stage, Snape looked at Iger's writhing tail strangely. Sirius was chatting with Professor McGonagall enthusiastically. Judging from Professor McGonagall's expression, the older cat girl was very teased. Happy, Iger doesn't know if she will become Harry's godmother...

Bah, scumbag...

Glancing at Snape in the distance, Iger grinned. Thank God, the two didn't fight each other on the spot.

Judging from the current state of Sirius, if the two fight, if they use magic wands, Iger estimates that the two should be evenly matched.

With fists...Snape probably can't beat Sirius...

Look at what Sirius looks like, with tattoos all over his body, long messy hair, and a sexy but not thick beard.

Look at Snape again, with his long, greasy hair, his jet-black Gunara Dark Robe, and his middle-aged belly.

No, it’s a lot worse in style, okay?

Iger felt that he should take Snape to change his appearance.

Cooperate? Hehe, he will definitely cooperate...

Otherwise, Iger will knock him out with the attitude that I am doing it for your own good...

There are three attractive places in today's dinner.

The first place is Iger's shape. A group of girls looked at Iger's new shape with bright eyes, and there were bursts of suppressed screams from time to time.

The second place is Harry's godfather. While looking at Iger's new look, the students are also constantly looking at Sirius. The identity of Harry's godfather makes the students full of curiosity about him.

The third place is the annual branch school. Unfortunately, this year's freshmen's limelight was robbed by two scumbags.

"welcome!"

After the sorting was over, Dumbledore's voice sounded, and the candlelight shone brightly on the old man's white beard.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts, everyone! I have a few things to say to you all, so I thought... it's best to get it clear before you enjoy a delicious meal and get confused..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and continued: "Thanks Merlin... It seems that this year is all about us all being happy..."

"First of all, in the first month after everyone enrolls this year, we will welcome a group of auditors from the ancient Chinese Academy of Witchcraft. I hope that our guests from afar can experience home-like treatment in Hogwarts, I must warn everyone that the visiting guests this time carry the ancient inheritance from the other side of the world. It is best not to have any conflicts with each other. Of course, this may be a good opportunity for some students who do not like to go to class. They should be able to learn something they are interested in..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore glanced at a certain pair of red-haired twins 'inadvertently'.

"He's looking at you..." Fred muttered under his breath.

"No, I'm looking at you..." George sat watching his eyes, nose, nose, and heart.

"I'm definitely looking at you..."

"Forget it, let's see..."

"A wizard from the East?"

"It sounds like..."

"Who are they?"

"...God of Wealth...?"

No one paid any attention to the thoughts of the twins, and all the students were listening to Dumbledore's speech.

"I sincerely hope that everyone, don't lose Hogwarts demeanor in front of our guests. They will probably stay in Hogwarts for one to two years. I hope we can get along in harmony." Dumbledore slightly shook his hands. Press down to signal the noisy students to be quiet.

"Let's change the subject." Dumbledore looked down happily: "First of all, it's Professor Black, who readily agreed to fill the vacancy of the professorship of Defense Against the Dark Arts. As you can see, he is a suave old handsome guy .”

Hearing this, there was a burst of applause in the auditorium. Of course, not everyone was applauding.

Like Snape, he bent another fork...

The others were fine. Harry stood up and slapped his hands red. Sirius stood up and bowed to the bottom with a smile. The luxurious gray robes with carved patterns on his body were particularly conspicuous among the group of teachers.

Although at the opening ceremony, everyone wore the best robes, but Sirius' clothes couldn't hold back.

Iger glanced at Snape in the distance. Snape was gloomyly looking at the proud Sirius, the expression on his face seemed to be a little twitching.

Iger knew that he definitely didn't want to laugh, he should just want to make his expression look less hideous.

hatred!

That was the emotion Harry felt in Snape's eyes.

Iger sneered with a small silver fork in his mouth: "Did you feel it?"

Harry turned his head to look at Iger, who grinned and laughed: "Congratulations, you are finally no longer the person Severus hates the most..."

Harry: "..."

Listen to what you mean... I should be happy?

"As for our second new teacher..." Dumbledore continued after waiting for the applause welcoming Sirius to subside: "I regret to inform you that our Magical Beasts teacher, Professor Kettleburn, retired at the end of last term." , in order to have more time to enjoy his old arms and legs..."

"However, I am pleased to announce that the person who will fill his position is none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to accept this teaching position in addition to his duties as a gamekeeper."

As Dumbledore's voice fell, the crackling sound sounded again.

Iger clapped with a smile on his face. Harry and the others stood up excitedly from their chairs. On the long table in Slytherin, Malfoy also clapped with a smile on his face. What trouble.

On the teacher's table, Hagrid's face was flushed red, his eyes were lowered to look at his big hands, and his happy smile was hidden behind his tangled black beard.

Iger could tell that maybe it was because of love, or maybe it was because of his promotion. Hagrid, who felt that his life had reached its peak, tidied up his hair today.

The applause for Hagrid was resounding, and the Gryffindor table was the most popular. If you want to say who has the most popularity in Hogwarts these years, it is undoubtedly Hagrid. Basically, the students who have graduated in the past fifty years Gedu knows...

"If, I mean if!" Ron shouted excitedly: "He won't let us buy that book that bites people like a mad dog, it would be even more perfect!"

"Don't scold the dog!" Harry's eyes were a little displeased, his godfather's Animagus is a dog.

"That's crazy cat!" Ron said with some complacency.

"Don't scold the cat!" Iger's eyes were also very unfriendly, who are you scolding, young man?

"I'm sorry, just be crazy." Ron smiled apologetically.

"You are not allowed to scold my parents!" Neville yelled angrily.

Ron: "???"

Iger looked at Neville with some surprise. It seems that maybe because of his appearance, Neville was stronger earlier than in the original book.

At least I can tell frankly about my parents being tortured mad...

"Damn... I'm crazy, okay?" Ron roared a little irritable.

"Okay, there are so many important things." Dumbledore opened his arms happily, and food and drinks slowly appeared on the golden plate and goblet in front of Iger.

"Let's start the banquet." After Dumbledore's voice fell, Harry and Ron stretched out their hands towards the long table like vicious dogs preying on their food...