Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"It's all my fault... I was too impatient. I should have gotten used to the new broom first, and shouldn't have released the Snitch so quickly..." Sirius looked a little annoyed: "Fortunately, Harry wasn't seriously injured..."

"Please, Iger, can you cure me directly?" Harry looked at Iger eagerly: "There are still a few days before the game, the first game this year is against Slytherin, I have to go..."

"Take it easy, it will definitely heal before the competition, although it is a comminuted fracture..." Iger's mouth twitched: "I can cure it, but it will consume your vitality, if it is not a particularly important situation, don't do it like that .”

"Okay..." Harry looked sad.

"Oh... By the way, I remembered. Do you still remember the bowl of tea residue? It seems to have come true..." Iger hammered his hammer hand in a daze.

"Yeah, why didn't you say it sooner..." Harry muttered blankly.

"Maybe this is the inevitability of history?" Iger grinned: "I really didn't think of it hahaha..."

"Is Hermione not with you?" Harry looked at Iger curiously.

"She has a lot of homework..." Iger spread his hands.

"How is it possible? My homework is all done." Ron looked disbelieving.

Iger's mouth twitched, with a look of disdain.

How many classes do you take? How many courses do they take? Is it comparable?

"Don't talk about that, no matter what happens now, this year's champion will be ours!" Harry suddenly jumped up again: "The whole team is Firebolt, I have already adapted to that speed, next time I dive I will definitely Can stop!"

Ron nodded in agreement, he thought Harry was right.

What are you afraid of in the game? We have Firebolts!

The little lions of Gryffindor are extremely inflated today, why? We have Firebolts!

So when Rucker landed on the long table in Slytherin with a group of owls early the next morning, Sirius was in a very bad mood.

The auditorium once again fell into turmoil for no other reason, and Slytherin also had seven more Firebolts...

Fuck,

Do you have to be so anal?

Iger noticed Wood's gaze, he seemed to want to rush over to break those brooms, or set a fire or something...

Malfoy looked at Harry triumphantly, showing off in his eyes.

"Seven Firebolts, nearly 4,000 Galleons, half of which was funded by my father, and half by Mr. Snape. It seems that you have no advantage..." Malfoy regained his nature for a short time, and walked 2,580,000 Galleons. He walked up to Harry and showed off: "At least, I won't break my arm like you..."

Saying that, a group of Slytherin little snakes suddenly laughed, and the faces of the little lions were dark.

Harry suddenly felt that Malfoy was so annoying again!

"Harry just didn't get used to the new broom in practice all of a sudden. In terms of skills, he beats you by a few blocks!" Hermione immediately put down the book in her hand and turned around to retort.

"Yeah, after all, he got into the team based on his strength..." Malfoy said triumphantly, subconsciously sarcastically, forgetting who he couldn't offend for a moment.

This time, no one laughed with him anymore, and the little snakes beside him scattered in an instant and slipped away quickly...

"Uh...I mean..." Malfoy gradually reacted to Hermione's unfriendly gaze, and grinned slightly awkwardly: "Don't slap your face..."

'Boom'...

A blond-haired boy rolled over and was kicked out by Hermione...

...

Before the game between Gryffindor and Slytherin started, a group of guests from the East came from afar.

In the evening, the students hurriedly crowded in the courtyard to wait for the guests who came from afar this year.

"Mr. Weasley, put your hat on straight." Professor McGonagall glanced sternly at Ron.

"Obviously Iger didn't wear a hat..." Ron looked at Iger beside Professor McGonagall and muttered in a low voice, straightening the pointed wizard hat on his head.

Harry grinned: "Yes, the prerequisite is that you must have two big horns on your head like him..."

After the words fell, the two suddenly laughed in a low voice, and Hermione at the side rolled her eyes displeasedly at the two.

"Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing off your hair!" Professor McGonagall's stern voice sounded again, and Professor McGonagall never compromised on matters related to the honor of Hogwarts.

Parvati took off the little fairy on the hairpin in displeasure, and the little fairy looked extremely wronged...

"Please follow me..." Professor McGonagall said, "The first-year students are in front, so don't be crowded."

The students filed down the steps and stood in front of the castle.

The weather in October was extremely cold, but fortunately, the fresh air made the students feel that this evening was not so unbearable.

At this moment, a white and translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest. Iger took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and couldn't help muttering: "It's almost six o'clock... when will they arrive?"

"I'm more concerned about how they got here?" Ron muttered.

"Maybe it's a broomstick? I heard from Iger that they like to fly around on flying swords." Harry said with some longing.

"This damn weather, I'm going to freeze to death..." Ron guessed, "Could it be a port key? Maybe they can Apparate there, maybe they allow people under the age of seventeen to Apparate too?"

"Apparitions are not allowed in the Hogwarts grounds, how many times do I have to tell you?" Hermione said impatiently.

"Hey, don't forget, you said the same to Iger back then, but you lost his first kiss in the end." Harry said gloatingly.

"Ah, yes, but that wasn't the first kiss." Hermione snorted.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, feeling a little full in their stomachs.

The sky was getting darker, and the surrounding mountains were gradually becoming silent, as if it was the same as usual, but the students were starting to feel cold, and he really hoped they could hurry up.

"When will they arrive?" Sirius whispered in Iger's ear impatiently.

As soon as the words fell, Dumbledore's voice sounded: "Ah, it seems that they have arrived..."

"Where is it?" Harry and the others subconsciously turned their heads to look.

"Over there!" A sixth-grade student pointed to the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

The students turned their heads to look, and saw a huge monster flying over the Forbidden Forest at a very high speed. As the thing approached, the students gradually saw it clearly.

They were two black dragons more than 30 meters long, and they were pulling a bronze-colored carriage through the clouds and fog.

"My God, what's that? It's so cool!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

"Mr. Weasley! Please be quiet!" Professor McGonagall's stern voice sounded again.

"That's just a product of alchemy..." Iger's mouth twitched.

Soon, two giant dragons pulled the carriage and landed on the students. The 30-meter-long monster snorted and coiled around the carriage. A dozen people walked out of the carriage. The leading teacher was Iger acquaintances.

Iger was picked up by Professor McGonagall to be in charge of the reception. The moment I saw the other party, Iger laughed: "Long time no see, the messenger of diabetes insipidus."

Yao Minqi's face darkened instantly.

Iger spoke Chinese. At this time, the students behind Yao Minqi were looking at their teacher with strange expressions.

Messenger of diabetes insipidus? What kind of novelty is this?

"Shut up!" Yao Minqi gave Iger a fierce look.

"Welcome, Oriental guests from afar." Dumbledore looked at Yao Minqi and his party cheerfully, and they hugged each other.

"Thank you for your invitation, Professor Dumbledore..." Yao Minqi said in fluent English, "I hope we can have a good exchange time."

"To be honest, this is not my invitation..." Dumbledore blinked frankly and smiled cheerfully.

Yao Minqi gave Iger a hard look when she heard the words, and snorted a little angrily.

Until a group of students walked past him staring at Iger's horns, Sirius leaned over and watched Yao Minqi's back and whistled.

"Leather pants? This girl is really hot..." Sirius smiled cheerfully: "The figure is also great..."

"You may not believe it, she didn't wear leather pants before, until she peed her pants one time..." Iger revealed his shorts mercilessly.

"Oh...does she have some hidden disease?" Sirius was a little curious.

Iger shook his head in embarrassment: "No... it's because I gave her a burst of energy..."

Sirius:"……"

What on earth did this kid rely on to survive until now? Strength?

...

"As I said at the beginning of the semester, this year we will welcome a group of guests from the East. I am very glad that we can sit here together to study the mysteries of Eastern and Western magic. Next, let us welcome Ms. Yao Minqi and Ms. The students she leads."

Dumbledore stood in front of the auditorium and stretched out his hand. The door of the auditorium opened. Yao Minqi led a delicate-faced girl who looked 13 or 14 years old. Behind her were a dozen young students in long gowns and swords.

"Welcome, young teacher Dongfang." Dumbledore happily welcomed Yao Minqi and sat on the teacher's seat.

Immediately, the students of the four colleges below hurriedly invited the Eastern students in the middle of the auditorium to take their seats.

Iger couldn't help feeling a little bit, Hogwarts is a good place, at least no one here will discriminate against the skin color of others, at most they will discriminate against other people's species...

The pretty girl sat down next to Iger, and then Iger's thigh hurt, and he turned his head to look. Hermione was looking at her with a smile, but unfortunately, the smiling eyes were dim.

"Iger, what the hell is going on?" Hermione's hand was spinning on Iger's thigh, and her gentle voice sounded bitingly cold to Iger.

"I don't know my dear... you have to trust me..." Iger hurriedly grabbed Hermione's little hand, but Ron beside him was about to faint with excitement.

From the very beginning, he has been using what Sirius taught him to the visiting students: a bad smile, and he thinks it must be his bad smile that attracted this girl...

Ron was so excited that he couldn't help but turned his head and continued to look at the girl with a smirk.

"Is your face cramping?" The girl finally spoke, and turned her head to look at Ron expressionlessly.

"What?" Ron couldn't understand Chinese, but the indifferent tone still made him subconsciously feel bad.

"She said, did your face cramp?" Iger grinned, looked at Ron through the girl and laughed.

"Oh...sorry..." Ron looked so sad...

"I'm curious, why did you choose to sit here?" Iger looked at the girl curiously and asked in Chinese.

"Here...it smells like hot pot..." The girl smiled beautifully.

hot pot...

Hermione nodded slightly. She can understand Chinese. Thanks to Iger, she has always been interested in Chinese. Although she is not very fluent in speaking, she is still proficient.

"Which Gada are you from?" Hermione couldn't help asking, and Iger subconsciously felt bad.

Sure enough, the girl was stunned when she heard Hermione's words, and then burst out laughing. Her bold and unrestrained laughter attracted many people's attention.

"Your Chinese, who taught you?" The girl finally spoke English. To the surprise of several people, the girl spoke English fluently.

Hermione subconsciously pointed to Iger next to her.

"Northeast dialect?" The girl raised her eyebrows.

"Ah... yes, I can speak Cantonese..." Iger nodded.

Hermione seemed to have realized something, and pinched Iger's waist in embarrassment.

"Get to know me, I'm Youmengyu, from Chongqing." The girl reached out her hand and shook hands with Iger and the others: "I'm pure blood, but I'm half of Queen Mother Xi's bloodline, what bloodline are you?"

Iger thought about it, and he felt that this was the real reason why the other party was sitting next to him, because he didn't look human...

"Uh...my name is Iger, in terms of blood...I'm a devil, not a human..." The corner of Iger's mouth twitched: "This is my girlfriend Hermione, who was born as a lucky citizen, but she is the best grader here. The two people around you One was Harry and Ron, as if they didn't exist..."

Harry, Ron: "???"

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" You Mengyu shook Hermione's hand, and then shook Ron's hand with some disgust. It was much better when she shook hands with Harry, and she seemed to have a good impression of this black-haired boy.

"You've got Ginny, bastard, I'm telling you..." Ron pinched Harry's collar and shook it vigorously, his voice extremely sad.

"I've heard of you, Iger." You Mengyu laughed: "Since we returned to school at the beginning of school this year, your name appeared at the gate of Jiange, the Quidditch pitch was refurbished, and one bird was missing from the Bird Pavilion." Fenghuang, the whole school is now your legend..."

"Um..." Iger was a little embarrassed: "I'm too proud..."

"No, I'm not praising you..." Youmengyu said with a smile: "The crowd in the academy is exciting, you say you stay, that's all, the Jiange is occupied by you, the Phoenix is ​​taken away by you, the students are all very excited." Not happy..."

"Sorry..." Iger was a little ashamed, how did he sound like a bandit?

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I don't pay much attention to those things, Bainiao Pavilion has not welcomed me very much, it has nothing to do with me..." You Mengyu muttered.

"Why?" Iger was a little curious.

"Maybe it's because... I roasted a parrot?" You Mengyu looked a little displeased.

Iger sighed, Mr. Jiang also said that he was an asshole, isn't there someone even more asshole?

"Forget it, let's not talk about that, what's for dinner today? I smell hot pot here." You Mengyu sniffed.

Just as he was talking, plates of delicious dishes suddenly appeared on the dining table, and Iger noticed that there were a lot of Chinese stir-fried dishes on every long table today.

A pair of chopsticks appeared in front of You Mengyu, the girl took a piece of boiled fish with the chopsticks and put it on the plate, then she narrowed her eyes slightly: "It's delicious, authentic Sichuan cuisine, this is your stove here Did the prince do it?"

"Stove Lord?"