Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Is she...really reliable?" Hermione asked in a low voice next to Iger's ear with some hesitation.

"Doesn't it look unreliable?" Iger turned his head and grinned at the little girl.

"Hmm..." Hermione nodded obediently.

"Don't underestimate her, most people think she is a big fool..." Iger whispered in Hermione's ear: "But in fact, she is very effective in divination, although she seems a bit unreliable...emmm...reliable..."

"Really?" Hermione was surprised.

"Do you know why Voldemort insisted on killing Harry?" Iger asked in a low voice, and Hermione shook her head slightly.

"It's because she made a prophecy. Of course, it wasn't her intention..." Iger whispered, "Her prophecy is very effective. In fact, like Neville, she usually has no confidence in herself. Although divination is very effective, sometimes the time span is very large, so many people don't believe her, but in fact..."

"It doesn't matter what you call her a crow's mouth, Professor Trelawney's prophecy is really accurate and terrifying, for example, she said that I will die in the flames of hell..." Iger grinned.

"Is this also called efficacious?" Hermione still had some doubts in her eyes.

"My body did die in the fire. The body you saw..." Iger said softly, "In fact, the body regenerated when it died. It's not as simple as just growing a horn. .”

"The body is dead? Why didn't you tell me before?" Hermione covered her mouth in horror, and hurriedly dragged Iger to check up and down.

"There's nothing to say, but to be honest, it feels terrible. Everything is destroyed and reborn from the inside out, and it feels like the phoenix nirvana." Iger shrank his neck with lingering fear: "Damn it, it hurts like crazy..."

"Is it because of her prophecy?" Hermione's gaze at Trelawney suddenly became unkind.

"Calm down, the prophecy just tells you what will happen in the future, not because she said it will happen, so don't get confused." Iger gently tugged Hermione, motioning her to calm down: "Besides, I also felt Her usual predictions are not accurate, but in fact, most of them have come true..."

"Then she said Neville's grandmother...?" Hermione was startled.

"Emmm... Her prophecy should be understood in this way..." Iger whispered: "If she said who might be bad,

Don't worry too much, maybe you just get sick or something..."

"If you don't use divination, she can't understand anything just by looking at the palmistry..." Iger grinned: "But if you use Tarot or something, the accuracy rate will be higher..."

Gently squeezed Hermione's little hand, Iger signaled the little girl to be at ease: "If you want to learn with her, she may really not be able to teach you anything, because she doesn't even understand her own divination."

"It can only be said that the accuracy of divination is relatively high, but it will not be a hundred shots, understand?" Iger smiled.

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, but said nothing.

Although it's a pity that you can't learn anything from the book, and the professor can't teach such things, but compared to the professor's own inability, Hermione feels that she can still accept it.

For example, who wants to learn how to cast spells without a stick from Iger...

Iger doesn’t know how to teach it either. Ordinary wand-free casting is just like what he wants. Many things really require talent. In Iger’s opinion, Snape’s ability to recall the wand is very incredible. So far, Iger I really haven't seen anyone who successfully released a decent spell without a wand.

So it can't be said that if someone can't teach you, it means that they have no level. Is Iger's magic level low?

It’s not low, Dumbledore can’t anal him without the wand, basically at the level of being killed in seconds, plus Fox may be able to escape...

But no matter what method Iger uses to teach, it is difficult for others to learn his wandless spellcasting.

Iger thinks this may have something to do with racial talent...

Fairies can use fingernails to cast spells, but can humans use them? what are you kidding...

"Can she always predict other people's misfortune?" Hermione looked at Trelawney with some concern.

"Emmm... It is predicted that a student will die every year, but no one has died yet..." Iger grinned: "How about we make a bet?"

"What's the bet?" Hermione immediately became interested when she heard this.

"I bet she will predict something bad for Harry..." Iger smiled softly: "If I guess right, you will give me tonight..."

(Sorry, I didn't catch the next few words...)

Hermione's face was blood red, she nodded lightly, and then smiled narrowly: "What if you miss?"

"Then I'll give you... how about it?"

(Sorry, I didn't catch that again...)

Hermione's face turned even redder, but she still nodded lightly, with a little excitement in her eyes, and she didn't know what she was excited about...

In two minutes...

"You have 'unknown'."

Sure enough, Trelawney looked at Harry's teacup and cried.

Harry: "???"

"No, dear, no!" cried Trelawney, "that big black dog that haunts the graveyard! My dear boy, he's an omen--the worst omen--the omen of death! "

Harry's heart tightened suddenly, and he was slightly at a loss.

"It's okay..." Iger's lazy voice sounded, and he glanced at Hermione, who was blushing, with a smile in his eyes. Iger laughed: "If you are talking about a big black dog, then Harry can see..."

As soon as Iger's voice was thought of, Harry's heart suddenly settled down.

At Hogwarts, everyone knows one thing, Iger's words carry weight.

Anyone who says to be beaten will definitely be beaten, and whoever is said to be killed will definitely be killed...

Therefore, compared with Lao Shizi's divination, everyone is more willing to believe in Iger's threat. After all, Iger's words will be realized faster than the prophecy.

"Bring me a look at Harry's teacup..." Iger smiled, and reached out to take Harry's teacup from Professor Trelawney's hand.

"Emmm, let me explain it to you..." Iger muttered as he flipped through the book: "Black dog...the sun...the cross...emmm..."

"Ah... It probably means experiencing 'great joy' with that black dog, and then it may turn into sorrow." Iger laughed: "I guess that big dog may go to some Quidditch training with you, You are likely to encounter happy things, but then the extreme joy may turn into sorrow, so be careful when playing Quidditch recently, don't break your leg..."

Harry felt completely relaxed...

Riding a broom, right? A broken leg is not a big deal, but a broken neck can be corrected in an instant as long as the fart is not immediately hiccupped.

Trelawney's thick glasses made her eyes extraordinarily large, and she couldn't help but blinked and looked at Iger eagerly: "Is...is that so?"

Iger looked at Trelawney and laughed, and the old professor looked a little silly: "From the order of the teacup rotation, the black dog is at the front. It cannot be said that he can still be happy and sad after he dies." Bar…"

"Oh..." Trelawney looked a little disappointed. Seeing that the students around her lost interest, the old professor turned around to look for others' unknowns.

It's a pity that no one drank black dog-shaped tea dregs after a class, most of them were trivial things.

"I don't know why, I feel that Igger explained it like that, and suddenly I feel that the divination class seems to be the same..." Harry read happily.

"I still feel a little uneasy..." Hermione frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, Harry will definitely live to die, and my prediction is also very accurate." Iger smiled, and Harry and Ron on the side suddenly laughed.

Leaving the classroom of the divination class, a group of people rushed to the classroom of the transfiguration class. They picked a seat in the back row of the classroom and listened to Professor McGonagall's class quietly.

It has to be said that compared to the mysterious and mysterious Professor Trelawney, Professor McGonagall, who has a clear and well-organized lecture, is undoubtedly more popular with Hermione, not to mention that this class is about the knowledge of Animagus.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat in front of the whole class, with traces of glasses around his eyes, Iger grinned and clapped his hands, and the warm applause sounded, which made Professor McGonagall's usually serious face There is also a little more smile.

For the eyes and applause of the students adoring her, the older cat girl is very helpful.

Don't look at Professor McGonagall's serious face on weekdays, older cat girls also have vanity...

"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione still raised her hand high.

"What's the matter, Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at Hermione.

"That's it..." Hermione ignored Iger who was rolling his eyes wildly, looked at Professor McGonagall and asked, "I just had a divination class..."

Professor McGonagall's face instantly became a little weird: "Understood..."

"Whose death did Sybil predict?" Professor McGonagall looked helpless.

"Eh..." Hermione was slightly embarrassed: "She said that Harry would have an unknown..."

Professor McGonagall gave Harry a sharp look: "Then you should know, Potter...Sybill Trelawney predicts that a student will die every year. So far, none of them have died. Her favorite Greeting a new class with an omen of death. If I hadn't never spoken ill of my colleagues..."

Professor McGonagall stopped suddenly, and Iger noticed that Professor McGonagall's nostrils were slightly white, which usually means she was angry.

"Divination is the least rigorous branch of magic. To tell you the truth, I don't have much patience for it. There are very few true prophets, and Professor Trelawney..."

Professor McGonagall stopped suddenly, and continued in a down-to-earth tone: "In my opinion, you are in very good health, so please forgive me if I don't excuse you from today's homework, Mr. Potter. I Assure you, if you do die, you don't have to hand in your homework."

"But Professor, Iger said that Professor Trelawney's prediction is actually very accurate..." Hermione looked a little panicked.

"Is that so?" Professor McGonagall froze when he heard this, and turned to look at Iger.

"Eh..." Iger grinned: "At least I can be sure that they will die sooner or later."

"Okay, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall almost laughed out loud when he heard this, and turned to look at Harry: "It seems that you will continue to hand in your homework, as long as you don't die."

...

"Why don't you explain it to Professor McGonagall?"

At lunch, Hermione shook her head in annoyance.

"Believe me, people will die sooner or later." Iger swears.

"But you said her predictions were accurate." Hermione still couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Yeah, I also said that the time span of her prediction is very long..." Iger suddenly laughed when he heard the words: "And I also said that there is a problem with the order of the teacup rotation direction."

"Really?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"Of course, you see that he didn't react at all..." Iger spread his hands: "And I don't think anyone can make Harry die suddenly when Dumbledore, Sirius and Severus are all at school. Unless the Muggle Prime Minister drops an atomic bomb on our heads."

Saying that, Iger pondered for two seconds, then nodded slightly: "Even if there is an atomic bomb, I can take it away before it explodes..."

"Okay..." Hermione nodded, and it seemed that she was finally no longer entangled.

The strength of her boyfriend made the little girl feel extremely at ease.

For a strong woman like He Min, if she can't obey the other party, she can only achieve absolute excellence to smash the other party's sense of superiority...

"It's good to keep your own mentality. Professor McGonagall is right. This in itself is a very imprecise knowledge." Iger muttered casually: "Take a closer look at the fortune in the past few days. It's not far away. It’s not very accurate, and the prophecy can also be broken.”

"What do you mean?" Hermione was slightly puzzled.

"It probably means that if she predicts when I will go to Hawaii for vacation, as long as I never go to Hawaii, the prophecy will be broken." Iger laughed.

"But what if it's for other reasons? For example, Aisha and I went?" Hermione looked at Iger and asked.

"Then I can force you to stay by my side. Prophecy is weak and powerless when it comes to absolutely powerful power and uncertain character factors." Iger spread his hands: "Coincidentally, I have both."

"Hateful subject... I still find arithmetic and divination more interesting..." Hermione muttered.

"Have you got the Time Converter?" Iger glanced at Hermione, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"How do you..."

"I know everything." Iger laughed: "So you don't have to worry about when I see two of you and cause schizophrenia."

"Thank goodness..." Hermione muttered.

"Also... remember to come to my room at night, no matter how tired you are from class during the day, I will give you a massage..." Iger whispered in Hermione's ear.

Hermione blushed again.

It's not that the little girl will be shy with Iger, but Hermione is always worried that others will hear Iger whispering such naked words in the public...

...

After lunch, a few people walked all the way to Hagrid's hut. Not far ahead, Malfoy was loudly showing off his experience of riding Buckbeak to Crabbe and Goyle, talking endlessly about his miraculous How talented is the animal protection class? As for Iger's previous guarding Luezhen for him and the fact that he offered fine beef with his humble hands, he selectively ignored it...

"Looking at his proud look, those who didn't know thought he was the professor of the protection class." Ron hummed and muttered twice.

"I thought your relationship should be pretty good now?" Iger looked at Ron in surprise.

"Hmm...not bad." Ron snorted, "But he's still a Slytherin after all..."

"You still said that Slytherin was handsome..." Iger laughed.

"That's what Harry said..." Ron was a little dissatisfied: "I just hate Malfoy's smug look, you see you are so good, but you never show it off."

"Have you heard a word?" Iger laughed.

"What?" Ron was puzzled.

"Pretending to be invisible is the deadliest..."

Iger finally brought this sentence to Hogwarts, in Chinese...

It's not that I don't pretend, it's just because I'm too strong...

So you can do whatever you think is right for you!