Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

'Snapped'…

There seemed to be an echo of the slap just now in the air, and a group of students watched in amazement as Hermione slapped the Boggart-turned-Iger in front of her.

There was still a red slap mark on Boggart's face, and he was a little dizzy from the slap.

Iger, who had changed from Boggart, covered his face in a daze, not knowing what to do next.

Should I fight back?

"Oh my god..." Sirius covered his forehead with some headaches, and then he flicked his wand, and the Boggart flew back into the cabinet with a whoosh.

"Failed, Hermione..." Sirius shrugged helplessly: "But I believe you can do better."

Hermione didn't speak, she sniffed and went back into the crowd with red eyes, without looking at Iger, she just faced the wall and sulked.

"Professor, let's continue, I think she needs to calm down for a while..." Iger smiled awkwardly, signaling Sirius to continue.

Looking at Hermione who was crying at the side, Egmo moved to her side silently, and gently stretched out his hand to hold the little girl's hand.

"Okay, don't be sad, it's just a Boggart..." Iger said softly.

Hermione was sobbing, and turned her head to Ewha to look at Iger with rain: "But... I'm afraid..."

Saying that, the little girl bit her lip again and began to cry.

Iger looked at Hermione's appearance, and felt itchy in his heart, but not far away, the students were still lining up to face the Boggart, and from time to time someone would look at him curiously, which made him hold back The bold idea in my heart.

"I'm so scared... Iger, you really think that." Hermione twitched and rubbed her eyes.

Iger looked at Hermione's pear blossoms with rain in his heart. Is this really foul?

"Sea otters are also good, very cute." Iger whispered softly in Hermione's ear.

The students not far away were taking turns to face the Boggart, and Harry very well transformed the Boggart that had turned into a dementor into a black plastic bag flying all over the sky...

Sirius glanced at the two Igers not far away,

Shaking his head slightly, he decided not to let Iger try.

After all, with Iger's strength, what he fears may be difficult to deal with.

The Boggart is not strong, but it is not weak. It always has the characteristics of the transformed thing.

For example, if a Boggart turns into a lion, the fangs and claws on his body will be real...

If Iger sees Boggart, there will be another strange thing like a dragon and basilisk in the room, if there is another roll in the room, then this class will really become a disaster...

In fact, among so many people, Sirius thinks that Hermione's Boggart is the scariest...

An Iger! The world's top combat power!

"Funny funny!" Neville screamed, and the Boggart turned into Snape in front of him changed into Neville's grandma's weird dress with a whoosh...

Sirius: "Ahahahahahaha..."

Crazy laughter rang out, and as Neville's Boggart transformed, the classroom no longer focused on the two of Iger...

Soon, Sirius' Defense Against the Dark Arts class became the most popular subject in the school, and most of the students liked the class taught by Sirius, including the Slytherin students.

Of course, not everyone likes it, like Snape...

The matter of Neville's Defense Against the Dark Arts class spread like wildfire, and there was an uproar in the school. The direct result was that Neville was deducted more than 50 points by Snape for various reasons in a week.

"I shouldn't have done that..."

In the common room, Neville leaned on the soft chair with a mournful face, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Hahaha, what does it matter, I think your grandma's dress matches Severus well..." Iger leaned on the sofa, with his legs on Hermione's lap, and the little girl was putting the book on Iger's lap Watch intently.

Picking grapes and stuffing them into his mouth, Iger muttered, "You have to be brave, think about it, don't you want to stay in school to be a professor of herbal medicine after graduation? At that time, you will most likely have to work with Sif Working together..."

Neville's face paled instantly.

"Especially if there are no accidents, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall can't teach for too long, so Severus is likely to be your headmaster..." Iger continued to threaten, and Neville's face turned pale. The pale look made him feel very amusing...

"He seems to be in a bad mood recently. It can be seen that his relationship with Sirius is not very good. I wondered whether he wanted to poison Sirius several times..." Harry was playing wizard chess with Ron, Hearing this, he turned his head and said cheerfully.

"It's normal. I'm not surprised that he poisoned Sirius..." Iger grinned: "No, it's better to say that he hasn't poisoned Sirius yet. I'm quite surprised..."

After the words fell, the laughter of the unscrupulous people sounded again in the Gryffindor tower.

...

"Okay kids, come with me, today's class may be... more suitable for girls."

Another class of Hagrid, Hagrid cheerfully greeted the students and walked towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"What are you going to learn today?" Malfoy said lazily, "I got to know all the eagles and horses in the last class."

"Yeah, you are great, much better than your father." Hagrid said casually without looking back: "To be honest, your father may be more suitable to be a businessman than a wizard..."

"Yeah, you're right." Malfoy shrugged, with a smug look, as if he was very happy with Hagrid's evaluation of himself.

Iger laughed and shook his head. If it was before, Malfoy would definitely jump out and make a big noise to prevent Hagrid from saying bad things about his father.

Of course, if it was Malfoy with the previous personality, no one would want to talk to him...

Leading a group of students to the pumpkin patch at the back of the hut, Hagrid came to a tree hole, reached out and dug in it, then turned around and looked at the students and laughed.

"Clang, clang, clang~" Hagrid opened his big hand, holding two little dolls in human form, and a group of girls suddenly screamed excitedly.

The little doll had transparent insect wings, sitting timidly in Hagrid's big hand and looking around.

"It's a fairy! A fairy!" Hermione also shouted excitedly.

"Ah... I see..." Iger's mouth twitched.

It's just fairies, 2X magical animals, nothing unusual, but it's rare for humans to see them...

The fairy looks very beautiful, just like a beautiful human woman, but the life cycle is very short, only two or three years.

Iger caught a few of them, but after playing with them for two days, he had no interest in letting them go. The little things are very timid.

But this creature loves vanity, especially beauty!

As long as good-looking jewelry is placed in front of them, they will stand still and let the wizard make it into jewelry decorations. They will not come down even if they are beaten to death. They just want to be beautiful to death, a very strange creature.

What's interesting is that this kind of little thing can also be used as a wand, and the workmanship is extremely excellent, but it can only be made into a wand that suits them, and there is no way to make it a size for humans.

The magic released is not strong, at most it can only resist creatures like birds and bats.

Seeing a group of girls chattering around the fairy, and a group of boys chatting boredly sitting beside the old tree root.

Hagrid looked a little disappointed. In his opinion, this should be quite attractive to the students, but he didn't expect the boys to be so uninterested.

"Look, how beautiful they are..." Hagrid held a little fairy and looked at Harry disappointedly.

"Yeah, but they're only four inches taller..." said Ron, "and they can't talk..."

"Young man, your thoughts are dangerous..." Hagrid laughed when he heard this.

For a whole class, a group of girls almost divided up the entire fairy group near Hagrid's hut, and each of them returned to the castle contentedly with a fairy.

For nearly a month, Iger spent this kind of dull and repeated days. Finally, near the beginning of October, something caught Iger's attention.

The Quidditch team has recruited...

And Hermione wants to be in...

"Unfortunately, it seems that I have to go back on what I said. At least this year, you can't participate." Iger looked at Hermione and said seriously.

"Why?" Hermione looked reluctant.

"Why?" Iger laughed, and casually grabbed the timetable on Hermione's desk, pointed to the full timetable and looked at Hermione: "Why do you say?"

"But I can handle it." Hermione said bravely.

"No, you can't, people's energy is limited." Iger looked at Hermione lazily with dead fish eyes: "Either, give up making up classes and join the team, or give up the team and concentrate on making up classes."

Hermione turned and left angrily. Iger's objection made her very sad, but she also knew that Iger was right.

A person's energy is limited, and even now, Hermione felt a little overwhelmed.

"Let's participate in the selection!" A few minutes later, Hermione sat back beside Iger sullenly: "I promise, I will join the team first, and I can start participating next year."

"It's okay, I guarantee you can join the team..." Iger's mouth curled up: "You can study with peace of mind."

...

"Wood, we want to join the team." Iger found Wood.

Wood has been a little busy recently. He is busy with graduation exams and taking care of the Quidditch team at the same time, which makes him feel a little irritated.

"You know the rules, Iger." Wood was a little helpless.

"You know my strength." Iger nodded confidently.

"But I don't know Hermione's strength..." Wood had a headache.

"Strength is not the most important thing. To play, the important thing is to cooperate." Iger vowed.

"But the rules are like this. If you want to join the team, you must follow the rules and participate in the selection competition." Wood spread his hands.

"Have you heard of the Firebolt that just went on the market this year?" Iger said blankly, "How about giving you one?"

"Ah oh..." Wood turned around and looked at the court: "Angelina?"

"What's the matter, Captain?" Angelina flew over on a broom.

"Let me inform Alia and Katie that this year's substitute selection will not be used for the time being, and...your broom looks a bit too old..." Wood muttered casually, and kept looking at Iger.

"Four fights." Iger sank to his dantian.

"What are Fred and George doing?" Wood narrowed his eyes and looked into the court.

"Six." Iger was a little calm.

"Harry! Be serious about finding the ball!" Wood yelled loudly, looking at the small black dot in the distant sky.

"Seven!" Iger frowned.

"I believe that you and Hermione will be able to lead the way to the championship with us." Wood's face was agitated, and he grabbed Iger's hand and yelled loudly, revealing the ugly face of capitalism.

"Damn..." Iger pouted.

"You are the first player to sponsor so much for the team, Iger, I am very touched." Wood was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he knew exactly what it meant to equip the whole team with Firebolts.

This means that if they are good enough, they can even play a dozen international competitions!

"Hehe..." Aiger smiled, "You are also the first person who dared to blackmail me."

As if he didn't hear it, Wood ran away happily...

Seven Firebolts, plus Iger's and Hermione's, made a total of nine Firebolts. When a group of owls flapped their wings and landed on the Gryffindor long table the next morning, the entire auditorium suddenly fell into madness .

Nine Firebolts were neatly placed on the long table. On the teacher's bench, Sirius watched Professor McGonagall laugh excitedly, and Professor McGonagall couldn't help but looked at Gryffindor's long table with excitement. Table, such a big handwriting, even Professor McGonagall was a little excited and couldn't control the expression on Jiji's face...

The twins each picked up Iger's leg and carried him high, roaring excitedly and waving their fists constantly.

Harry gently stroked the Firebolt in front of him with a look of fascination, and Iger dared to swear that he had never been so sensational when he was looking at Ginny...

"Ha! What did she say before?" Malfoy looked at Hermione indignantly, and shouted angrily, "Gryffindor didn't spend money to join the team?"

Hermione's face flushed with embarrassment, and Iger's hand ratio was too big, so big that even she didn't expect it.

Now the whole school is in an uproar, someone gave away seven Firebolts for free in order to let his little girlfriend join the team!

You know, there may not necessarily be seven sold in the whole of the UK this year...

"Calm down man, it's just a few brooms..." Iger jumped off Fred and George's shoulders.

"That's all...?" Fred stepped on the chair excitedly and grabbed a Firebolt: "This year's champion is ours! Slytherin also stand aside for us!"

Sirius laughed arrogantly when he heard the words, and he also donated a thousand Galleons...

Not far away, Snape looked at Fred's excited look and raised his chin, his face was calm, then he turned his head to look at Sirius who was laughing arrogantly and narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was planning...

Sirius caught Snape's gaze.

Sirius grimaced at Snape.

Sirius mouthed Snape.

Snape read Sirius' mouth.

Snotling!

What the hell am I!

Snape walked away with a gloomy face, and left the auditorium in a hurry, shaking his big black robe. Iger noticed that Snape seemed to have drunk a bottle of enchantment potion?

What is he going for? Go home and find your daughter to heal if you are angry?

Sirius raised his chin arrogantly, and rushed to the Gryffindor long table: "I will approve the note this afternoon, and I will take you to practice! This year's champion must be ours!"

"Okay!" Harry nodded happily, and Wood also agreed. Looking at Sirius, Wood would never believe it if he said that Quidditch was not good...

Looking at the appearance of Sirius and Harry, Iger always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.

what is it?

That night, Iger knew...

"Damn...you swooped too fast, you flew so fast before you got used to it..." Ron sat beside Harry's bed and looked at Harry with sympathy: "It's a good thing you just broke your arm..."

"...Fortunately, the broom is fine..." Harry nodded with lingering fear.

Ron: "..."

Sure enough, the broom is the main body, right?