Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

In the principal's room, a light flashed, and the figures of the two appeared.

"Won't those goblins find us?" Iger asked.

"I don't think so. It has been many years since no one has been able to find the magic traces I left behind. If they can, then I will be very happy." Dumbledore said after thinking for a while.

Iger didn't know if what he said was true or not. Anyway, if he found the trace, at least he wouldn't be happy.

"I feel bad about places where I can't Apparate." Iger sighed.

"Actually, it's not that you can't apparate Iger." Dumbledore sat on the chair and put the gold cup into his drawer: "It's that you can't apparate at will."

Iger was a little confused, so: "What do you mean?"

"Sometimes the cursed door can't be opened by Alahoo, but some people can open it with Alahohok." Dumbledore gave an example: "Those people can open it because they are familiar with the spell." The understanding is deep enough, and the most important point is that their magic power is higher than that of the caster, or at the same level."

"Similarly, when your mind is concentrated enough, I think it will be fine. There should not be many people who can match the total magic power of the Obscure, even if that person is Salazar Slytherin."

Iger spread his hands: "Let's forget it for now, I think my understanding of apparition has not reached the point you said."

"So, good night." Dumbledore smiled. He knew that Iger said so, and he couldn't help but start trying in private.

"Good night, Professor."

...

In the evening of the next day, Iger, who had made a small fortune in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid during the day, came to Snape's office a little tired. Snape was holding a cauldron to boil something.

Iger is not surprised, this cauldron has been here for a long time, God knows why he has not been boiled dry, this is unscientific, but it is magical.

"Today your task is to learn the Flying Curse." Snape looked up at Iger, and said slowly in a tone that was not much higher than a whisper.

Iger saw a plate of unfinished sandwiches on Snape's table, and waved his wand: "The sandwiches are coming."

The sandwich on the plate flew into Iger's hand with a 'swish' sound, and Snape looked at Iger's dirty little paw in disgust: "If you don't finish eating him, I'll help you stuff it down."

Iger grinned awkwardly: "Is it okay?"

"Your talent for spells is very good, and you can quickly control basic spells, but my request is obviously not so easy." Snape stood up and took the wand from Iger's hand with a big stride.

Why did you take the wand yourself? Because Iger has the Iron Armor Curse, he can't break it...

"Now, you can cast your wand and fly here." Snape looked at Iger suspiciously.

Iger looked blank: "How can I cast it without a wand?"

"Many children who haven't entered school can control the Levitation Charm, and they don't have wands." Snape sat back at his desk and continued to boil the potion in the cauldron: "If you can't finish it tonight, you don't have to go back tonight, and the potion in the jar Dead Toad is here for company."

Iger turned his head and looked around. A toad the size of a human head was soaking in a jar filled with green liquid, and he was staring at himself.

"The wand is coming!" Iger stretched out his hand, and Iger's wand in Snape's hand trembled, then stopped moving.

Snape impatiently fired a tongue-locking and throat-locking shot, but was bounced off by the Iron Armor Curse and hit the shelf beside him. Snape looked at Iger with a dark face: "Silent casting."

Iger sat on the ground angrily, with his arms outstretched towards Snape, his eyes widened, like an undead who came to seek his life, and his mind was crazily shouting that the wand was coming, his arms were swinging strangely .

"What are you doing?!" Snape yelled angrily, obviously frightened by Iger's strange casting state.

"Silent casting..." Iger said dryly.

"It's clear from your appearance that you don't understand the meaning of silent casting. I thought you were constipated." Snape casually threw Iger's wand to another corner of the room, out of sight and out of mind.

In the quiet office, Snape frowned and brewed the potion. Not far away, Iger waved his arms like a convulsion, hoping that his wand would fly over obediently. The scene was quiet and eerie.

With a quill in Snape's hand, he recorded the state of the crucible on the parchment from time to time. After a while, Snape suddenly felt that something was wrong. When he raised his head, Iger was staring at him with his small head resting on the desk. Above, from Snape's point of view, Iger seems to have only one head left.

"What the hell are you doing?" Snape stood up in a jerk, just now being stared at so strangely by Iger, he was so frightened that his heart thumped.

Iger sniffed: "Can you demonstrate to me?"

I want to demonstrate too, but I can't...

Snape's face was dark, as if he had eaten a dead child...

"Casting spells without a wand relies on a high degree of concentration, and few wizards can master it. Among the people I have seen so far, the only one who can successfully release it is Dumbledore..." Snape's meaning is obvious, today Stay with Toad at night...

Looking at the slumped Iger, Snape didn't know what he was thinking, and then said: "Of course, casting spells without a wand does not mean that it is very difficult, as long as you find a specific method, as far as I know, most wizards in Africa They all cast spells without wands, and they are extremely powerful, they use their fingers to cast spells, or some specific gestures and movements."

Seeing Iger's dazed look, Snape laughed sarcastically: "Maybe you can imagine your fingers as a wand?"

Iger stretched out his right index finger, looked carefully, imagined that it was a magic wand, and then pointed to the magic wand in the corner of the room, thinking that the wand flew towards him silently.

The wand flew into Iger's hand with a whoosh. The moment the wand was in his hand, Iger seemed to hear the sound of something congealing, as if something had been petrified.

Snape's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he said slowly in that soft and greasy tone: "You can go..."

With a 'click', the door closed. Snape was stunned for a while, then threw his wand into the distance, imitating Iger's way of pointing, Snape's wand twitched weakly on the ground, Snape Pu's face twitched a little.

How on earth did he do it?

Iger was very happy. He walked happily in the castle, greeting the portraits in the corridor from time to time.

After the Iron Armor Curse, he finally mastered a wandless spellcasting, a wandless spellcasting in the true sense. Iger felt that he could release other spells according to the tricks of his fingers.

Iger is very clear that it is not so easy to learn to cast spells without a stick. The reason why he can succeed once and for all is not due to talent, but to the silence that continuously provides magic power in his body.

In a sense, this can be regarded as a golden finger, right? if i can live...

Thinking in Iger's head, two Ravenclaw girls walked by in the distance, and the corners of Iger's mouth slightly raised, and his fingers hooked slightly.

Let loose!

The faces of the two girls froze immediately, they hurriedly covered their chests, and ran away in a hurry.

Iger snickered in his heart, he knew that their underwear might be inexplicably opened...

At night, in the Gryffindor Tower, in Iger's room, Iger is using his fingers to make the rice cracker and Kodak fly. The two little things seem a little scared.

The door opened, and Aisha walked in, looking in surprise at Iger who was casting spells without a stick.

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

"Use your fingers..." Iger roughly described the feeling to Aisha, but Aisha tried it but it didn't work.

Shrugging helplessly, Aisha felt a little depressed: "It may be a matter of talent."

"The underwear is flying!" Iger pointed at Aisha, and the underwear on Aisha's body flew into Iger's hand along the robe.

In front of Iger, Aisha's face suddenly turned red like a ripe tomato, and she grabbed the underwear in a panic. Aisha pinched Iger's little face fiercely: "What are you doing!!!"

"Soft..." Iger said vaguely.

"What?" Aisha was stunned for a while, looking at Iger's chest tightly pressed, she slowly let go.

"So soft..." Iger rubbed his little face and said dryly.

Aisha froze immediately, and sat beside Iger's bed with her legs crossed, her face red. After a while, Aisha looked at Iger with watery eyes and whispered, "I can wait for you to grow up..."

Iger blushed: "Then how about I marry you?"

"I'm much older than you..." Aisha's eyes were complicated: "I can accompany you for the rest of my life, but you can't marry me."

"I don't mind..." Iger said dryly.

"But I would mind, I don't know what others will say." Aisha rolled her eyes, and then gently embraced Iger's shoulder: "I allow you to find a little girlfriend, but you have to allocate some time and space Give me."

"No one is willing to share love with others..." Iger hugged Aisha's waist and said intoxicated.

"I don't mind, as long as I can be with you." Aisha giggled, gently stroking Iger's cheek.

"I'm curious why you are interested in me." Iger lay lazily in Aisha's arms.

Aisha's face was slightly rosy: "You will know in a few years..."

An ambiguous atmosphere surrounded the two of them in the room. With a 'pop' sound, Koda pulled a small crystal from the chandelier and fell from the lamp.

With a wave of Iger's hand, Koda slowly fell to the ground, and got under the bed in a panic.

Under Iger's bed is an accessible treasure trove. There are a lot of things scavenged from all over the castle, most of which are in the Room of Requirement, and a small part is brought out by Iger from the Slytherin lounge. Snape has approached Iger several times.

Of course, Iger will not let Koda steal anything valuable, nothing more than unplugging the faucet in the Slytherin bathroom to cause a flood, or taking off the bulb of the wall lamp in Slytherin... even if the magic bulb is unplugged It's also bright, and Koda likes that thing very much.

Aisha stood up with a rosy face: "I'm going back."

"Stay and sleep with me, okay..." Iger blinked his big eyes maliciously.

"No..." Elsa mumbled and ran out.

Iger sat up helplessly and looked at the bulging bag in his robe. Although he was very immature, some characteristics had begun to take shape. At least Iger had been able to raise his head long ago...

"It's not up or down..." Iger mumbled and went out, planning to go to the kitchen for a stroll.

It was time to turn off the lights, but Iger didn't care, Dumbledore gave him a lot of privileges, such as taking a bath in the prefect's bathroom, but he had never been there, he didn't want to be killed by the crying myrtle while taking a bath staring at...

"Don't sleep in the middle of the night!" Peeves' loud voice rang above Iger's head, and Iger turned to look at Peeves.

"As far as I know, the petrification spell can have an effect on ghosts. Do you want to try it? Peeves?" Iger smiled brightly.

In fact, Iger doesn't know whether the petrification spell will have an effect on ghosts, but Nick, who is almost headless, was stared at by a basilisk and caused black smoke from his body. Iger thinks that the petrification spell with similar effects may be useful.

Peeves also didn't know whether it would have an effect, but it was obvious from his appearance that he didn't want to be the first ghost to eat crabs.

Looking at Iger timidly, Peeves flew away in a panic.

Iger came to Hogwarts and discovered that Peeves is a very special ghost. At least other ghosts cannot pick up chalk and throw it on the students' heads, but Peeves can touch some things. Can also walk through walls like other ghosts.

Professor McGonagall explained to Iger that Peeves is a special kind of spirit body, which does not belong to the category of the dead, not even a ghost. It should be regarded as a collection formed by the thoughts of naughty students in the castle for thousands of years. .

So his position is very awkward. The ghosts don't take him with them in their activities, and the students don't play with him. For thousands of years, a dog has been wandering alone in the castle by itself, and it is inevitable that it will be a little abnormal.

Iger walked quietly in the castle, looking at this ancient castle that had been sleeping for thousands of years. The ancient and mysterious atmosphere permeated Hogwarts at night, and Iger couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Even after more than half a month, Iger is still not bored at all. Magic is a kind of magical thing. The more you spy, the more mysterious it is. Often after Iger feels that he has captured some truth, he realizes that it is just A colorful corner of the gorgeous world.

Wandering aimlessly, Iger calmed down the agitation just provoked by Aisha, and a small door appeared in front of him.

Iger remembered that this seemed to be Filch's office. He opened the door and walked in. There was no one in the room. At this time, Filch should be leading Mrs. Norris to watch the night.

"The Marauder's Map is coming." Iger waved his hand, and in the drawer of Filch's desk, a piece of parchment flew into Iger's hand. With a flick of the wand in Iger's hand, the drawer closed again, turned around and left quietly. cabin.

"I solemnly swear that I have no good intentions." Iger tapped the wand in his hand, and a map slowly appeared on the parchment.

"Prongs salute you, congratulations on discovering this Hogwarts Arcana..."

On the map, several lines of writing appeared.

Iger laughed. Unlike the words in the book, it seems that this map has a part of the consciousness of the creator, and the words are not necessarily every time. It is a bit close to the sorting hat in Dumbledore's room, and La Dead ravens on the Winclaw gate...

On the map, Dumbledore's name was on the chair in the office. Iger wondered if the old man would have a protruding lumbar disc if he sat so every day?

Filch and Mrs. Norris were in the corridor not far from the gate, and Snape was still in the office, apparently still boiling the cauldron that did not comply with the law of conservation of energy.

Iger didn't know that Snape was sitting behind the table at this time, pointing his finger at the wand on the ground in the distance from time to time, and constantly changing various postures according to his feelings, it looked like he was doing radio gymnastics...

If Iger could see Snape at this time, his expression would definitely be wonderful.