Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

At night, in the Gryffindor tower, as usual, the host banquet was initiated by the twins and Sirius. Unexpectedly, even Professor McGonagall also participated.

In the dark corridors of the castle, a black kitten was walking tiptoely.

Iger, who came out to look for food, still turned into an Animagus. After all, he is no longer a substitute professor. As a student, it would be too embarrassing for the professors to walk swaggeringly in the castle at night.

"Wang..."

There was a barking sound in the dark night, and a big black dog tiptoed behind the black cat...

Immediately, the shadow of the black cat reflected on the wall under the moonlight instantly changed into a human form: "Why did you change too?"

Sirius stood up and turned into his original appearance, looking at Iger with a little embarrassment: "Sorry, I'm used to it..."

"..."

"It used to be like this when I went to the kitchen at night when I was in school. At that time, there was no old Filch. I remember that she used to be a fierce old woman who could beat people with a whip..." Sirius babbled Then, those who are familiar with the road will lead the way in front.

"Of course, I have basically never been smoked. I have always suspected that the old woman has a crush on me..." Sirius laughed: "When I go out at night, she always turns a blind eye to me..."

"Bah, scumbag..." Iger curled his lips.

"Do you know how I feel now?" Sirius hurriedly walked towards the kitchen: "It's like going back to the days when I was with James when I was in school..."

Iger followed behind Sirius silently. Among these few people, whether it was the dead James or the down-and-out Remus, it seemed that Sirius had a better life than Sirius.

To be honest, I went to Azkaban a few days ago, and Iger felt that the people there were really worse than death...

Maybe Sirius wasn't here to be a teacher? It should come back to realize the dream...

Pushing open the door of the kitchen, dozens of house elves immediately surrounded the two of them, looking at them with eyes as big as light bulbs glistening in the light of the fireplace.

"Master Iger, Master Iger!"

Excited voices sounded,

Iger looked at the elves beside him affectionately: "Can you prepare some food for us and send it to the tower?"

"Of course, no problem!" Xi Ya excitedly served a pot of hot pot soup: "It's ready!"

"So cute~" Iger grinned, and reached out to touch Sia's little head.

"Your elf... is really good." Sirius nodded with a complicated expression.

"Is old Kreacher okay?" Iger turned his head and smiled when he heard this.

"It's not bad, you're right... Maybe I was a little too irritable before." Sirius spread his hands in embarrassment.

Iger shook his head slightly, but said nothing.

From the point of view of a pure-blood wizard like Sirius, it is okay for him to realize that he has done something wrong, but it is impossible for him to apologize to an elf.

But this is also very good, at least he won't be tricked to death by the elf again...

...

Back in the Gryffindor Tower, Iger saw Hermione was talking with Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall was whispering something with a smile on his face. Hermione looked a little eager to try.

Seeing the two smiling, Iger probably knew what it was, and it was nothing more than a time converter.

Applying for a time-turner from the Ministry of Magic is not an easy task, but that depends on someone.

According to the original book, certificates from the dean and professors, as well as all excellent courses are required, but Iger thinks that perhaps because of his own relationship, many of these steps can be omitted.

The most lively thing on the morning of the first day of the new semester of the third grade was the class schedule. The aroma of pumpkin pie and sausage wafted in the auditorium, and thousands of students were chatting about the new curriculum of this semester.

"What class did you choose?" Ron looked curiously at Iger's schedule with a piece of fried egg in his mouth.

"Emmm...Divination class and...Magic animal protection class..." Iger spread his hands and threw the schedule aside.

"It seems that we both chose the same." Ron said happily: "Harry and I also chose Divination and Fantastic Beasts, which is really good. Where's Hermione?"

"I suggest you don't look at her class schedule." Iger pouted, then turned to look at Hermione slightly puzzled: "Why did you choose Muggle studies?"

"I want to study their behavior from the perspective of wizards. After all, our understanding of the Muggle world is limited to that of a teenager. If we want to seek the common development of Muggles and wizards in the future, this It is a very necessary knowledge." Hermione said vowedly.

"Damn, do you really think that Professor Caredy knows Muggles very well?" Iger looked at Hermione with strange eyes: "I remember that she didn't even know what a game console was, let alone the rapid development of the Muggle world, and we The textbook has not been updated for more than ten years."

"There will always be a way." Hermione said in a muffled voice, looking a little lost. For her, not being able to learn useful knowledge at school is undoubtedly a torture.

Iger looked at Hermione's appearance and smirked, leaned close to Hermione's ear and bit the little girl's earlobe lightly, and the slender black tail behind her gently poked in from under Hermione's robe: "I don't care about Muggles. I understand very well, if you want to learn, come to my dormitory tonight..."

Hermione blushed...

Ignoring the steam girl on the side, Iger turned around and ate breakfast, and then saw Hagrid striding in from the direction of the auditorium door. The big palm-like hand is swinging a dead chicken eagle.

"How is it?" Hagrid stood up and walked towards the teacher's desk, looking at several people with great interest: "You guys come to my first class! As soon as I have lunch! I woke up at five o'clock in the morning , get everything ready...hope the class goes well...oh...I..."

Hagrid paused for a moment, then laughed excitedly: "I finally became a teacher... Really..."

After finishing speaking, Hagrid turned around and continued hurriedly towards the teacher's bench, shaking the dead chicken in his hand even more cheerfully.

"I don't know what he's preparing for?" Ron's voice sounded worried.

Harry looked out of the window with distracted eyes and muttered to himself: "As long as it's not a fire dragon..."

"Okay, we'd better go, with me here, Hagrid's class won't be in danger." Iger said casually: "But I don't guarantee that Professor Trelawney will be late if the first divination class is late." Will blow your heads off with a crystal ball..."

Several people finished breakfast in twos and threes, greeted Fred and George, and then walked towards the tower of the divination class.

The north tower of the divination class is far away from the castle. Even Iger seldom goes there. There are not many people in the entire north tower on weekdays, so Harry and Ron are not very familiar with it even after they have stayed in school for two years. .

"Oh... Iger..." Walking into the north tower, the portrait of Slytherin was chatting happily with a portrait of a young woman, and when he saw Iger, he yelled: "Do you remember what you promised me? Do you have a clue? Is it gone?"

"Don't beat me, stay away from me..." Iger muttered inexplicable Chinese and walked away quickly.

"That's Slytherin?" Ron looked at the portrait of Slytherin in surprise: "God, he looks really..."

"Handsome..." Even Harry felt a little unbalanced about Slytherin's appearance, which is a common problem among young boys.

Iger sighed helplessly. It wasn't that he didn't want to help Slytherin, but that until now, he had no clue about the other people. The luxurious golden crown was almost rusted in the bag...

"Don't move." He put his arms on the shoulders of the two of them casually: "If you don't want to climb the seventh floor in a row..."

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't even be able to find the way to the North Tower..." Ron shrugged.

Behind Iger, Hermione obediently grabbed the tail behind Iger, and several people appeared above the tower with a snap.

This is a small platform, listening to the noisy voices around, they found that most of the students had already arrived.

Most of the students in the group are still girls, and it seems that girls are more curious about these obsessive subjects.

After all, you don’t have to do anything, just lie in a soft chair and drink tea, sleep for a class, and pass the exam just by bragging…

In the ceiling forward of the platform is a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque embedded in it.

"Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher..." Harry looked at the trapdoor: "How do we get up there?"

Iger is not surprised by this situation. In his eyes, there are two bats in the school, one is the black bat Snape, and the other is the old bat woman who likes to pretend to be mysterious, Trelawney.

A long ladder was conjured up, Iger snapped his fingers, and the trapdoor clicked open.

"Let's go in…"

"Will it be a little rude?" Hermione looked worried.

The corner of Iger's mouth curled up, don't worry, you will become the most rude one in a short time...

A few people walked into the room, and a strong and disgusting sound came to their nostrils. In front of them was an old teahouse-style room. There were twenty small round tables in the not too big room, and around the table were placed Calico armchairs and puffy poufs.

I don't know what kind of incense the old witch lit. Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with big crimson scarves. The temperature in the room was hot. It's breathless.

The fire was burning under the mantelpiece with a pair of messy things, and there was a large copper teapot on the fire. Iger noticed that the disgusting fragrance was coming from this copper teapot.

Rows of shelves lined the surrounding prototype walls, filled with dirty quills, candle stubs, battered playing cards, countless gleaming silver crystal balls, and a large pile of teacups.

A group of students behind them were whispering, and Aigla led Hermione to the round table and randomly found two soft chairs nearby and sat down, her thin body sank into the chairs immediately.

A voice suddenly sounded from the shadows, soft and indistinct.

"Welcome..." Trelawney's muttering voice sounded, "It's great to finally meet you in the material world."

Trelawney walked up to the students, jingling, and Iger noticed that there were more strange jewelry on her neck than before...

"Sit down, my children, sit down," said Trelawney.

Iger's feelings towards Trelawney are very complicated, and he appreciates her divination level very much, but that nagging look is really annoying.

However, Iger still agrees with the divination level of the other party. For example, Trelawney had divination for Iger, saying that he would die in the fire of hell...

Hell, technically speaking, the previous body did die in hellfire...

Is Trelawney's prophecy accurate?

Very accurate, without exception, almost all of them, whether it is her own prophecy in a normal state or a prophecy in a chaotic state, of course, the possibility of her having a crow's mouth cannot be ruled out...

But although the prediction is very accurate, the time span of Trelawney's prediction is so large that many people will ignore it.

And based on the data of Aigcha, Trelawney's ancestors seem to have been cursed. The curse means that the prophecy will definitely come true, but others will definitely not believe it...

Believe it or not, it's really such a fucking curse, Iger doesn't even dare to think about how boring the person who cast the curse is.

The other one is that you said that it’s fine if you make a prophecy, but why can’t you make some good prophecies?

Every day this dies that dies...

No one would say you are a lunatic!

But Iger thinks what the other party said is right, as long as people die sooner or later, it’s just that the time span is relatively long...

"Welcome to the divination class." Trelawney sat on an easy chair in front of the fire, looking at the students in front of her: "I am Professor Trelawney, and you probably haven't seen me before. I found that , often going down to the chaotic and noisy campus life will make my third eye blurred..."

Iger looked at the other party's eyes that were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle and sighed slightly. He thought this sentence could be put another way: I found that when I walked in a crowded place, all kinds of lights flickered, which would make my presbyopic eyes flash. get serious...

Look, Trelawney's words are very vague, but the interpretation skills are actually very simple...

Listening to Trelawney's words, no one said anything except Iger with a smile on his lips.

Trelawney tidied her shawl gracefully, cleared her throat and continued: "So, you have taken the divination class, which is the most profound knowledge among all magical arts. I must say something first , if you don’t have insight, I can’t do anything, and in this field, books can only teach you so little.”

The three of Egg, Harry and Ron turned their heads and looked at Hermione cheerfully when they heard the words. The little girl looked very surprised when she heard that the books were useless.

"Many altruistic people, though talented in the fields of ping-pong, smells, and disappearance, cannot see through the mysteries of the future."

As Trelawney continued, a pair of frighteningly large, shining eyes swept over the tense faces.

"This is a talent that only a few people have. You, child..." Trelawney suddenly spoke to Neville, "How is your grandma?"

"I guess it's all right," Neville said tremblingly.

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," Trelawney said in a mysterious voice, her long emerald earrings sparkling in the light of the fire in the fireplace.

"This year we will learn the basics of divination. In the first semester, we will focus on reading tea leaves. In the second semester, we will start learning palm reading. By the way, my dear..."

Trelawney suddenly mumbled to Parvati, "Watch out for a red-haired man..."

Parvati suddenly panicked, glanced at Ron behind him with perverted eyes, and quickly moved the chair, while Lavender looked mad with jealousy...