Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"What is that?" Iger was a little curious: "The dishes here are all made by house elves. When I came back from China, I bought a lot of recipes in the bookstore..."

"Oh... elf, poor slave class..." You Mengyu muttered, but she didn't stop the chopsticks in her hand.

"Really? Isn't it? Are they pitiful?" Hermione seemed to have found a confidant, and looked at You Mengyu eagerly.

"Ah... It's okay, the weak eat the strong..." You Mengyu noticed Hermione's gaze, and hurriedly corrected her tone.

"Oh..." Hermione was very disappointed.

"The Stove Lord is... some small creatures like house elves, about 20 centimeters tall, they live in groups, and they look like human beings. They are not the kind of myths and legends... But many people believe in them It can bring good luck." You Mengyu said.

"Generally, the Stove Lord will only be born in the old houses over a hundred years old, and there must be a wizard living there. Under the long-term magic fluctuations, the Stove Lord will be born in these houses... But it is said that sometimes in the coastal areas Out of the snail girl, these two are 5-star protected creatures in China, not because they are strong, but because it is against the law to abuse them..."

"Like a golden snitch?" Hermione was a little curious.

"Isn't the Golden Snitch a ball?" Ron muttered.

"No, the golden snitch is a kind of bird. The golden snitch used in the first Quidditch match was actually that kind of bird, but because its eyes and feathers were too precious, it was hunted and killed by humans, so this regulation was later abolished. Started to use the current small ball." When it comes to Quidditch, Harry can name the flowers, from the origin to the evolution of Quidditch, no one knows better than him...

"Yes, that's the nature..." You Mengyu said: "Since the birth of the Stove Lord, he will help the master's family to cook and clean up the house every day, so the Stove Lord allows trading, but does not allow killing and abuse."

"So when I was in Jiange, it was the Stove Lord who cleaned the house and cooked for me every day?" Iger hammered his palms in a daze: "I thought it was an elf..."

"Yes, there is Stove Lord in every room of Kunlun Hall, but they were all bought when the school was founded. Every night in the early hours of the morning, they would go to the vegetable garden and butcher shop to pick fresh vegetables and freshly slaughtered meat. "You Mengyu laughed, then looked at the teacher's seat, and noticed that Yao Minqi's gaze was not here, and then whispered: "When I came, I brought the ones in my room..."

Iger: "..."

"I'm more curious,

Where are we staying tonight? "You Mengyu turned to look at Iger.

"Don't you live in a carriage?" Iger was a little puzzled.

"When we came here, our principal said that coming here is like coming to our own home. You don't have to be polite, someone will settle everything for us." You Mengyu looked at Iger: "Is the old man talking about you?"

Iger blinked his eyes and laughed dryly, old man, you are really welcome: "If there is no accident, it should be me..."

"That's great, where do we live?" You Mengyu laughed.

"You can sleep in my room." Hermione said with a smile. Thanks to Iger, Hermione also lives in a single room. Ever since she and Parvati got along badly...

"Is it okay? I'm a lesbian..." You Mengyu immediately looked at Hermione with a smirk.

"Ah, it's okay...I don't live in the dormitory..." Hermione didn't discriminate against Youmengyu's orientation at all. To be reasonable, didn't she always fantasize about Elsa taking a bath?

"Wait, the amount of information in your conversation is too much, let me take it slowly..." Ron rubbed his head blankly.

As soon as the dinner was over, Iger hurriedly called the elves to arrange accommodation for the new students. A dozen of them lived in different colleges, while Yao Minqi was arranged in the empty room next to Sirius' office.

One of the two teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the other teaches the art of guarding. Iger thinks that the two should be able to get along better.

Of course, this is just what he thought...

"I heard you peed your pants when you fought Iger?" At night, Sirius greeted his new neighbor cheerfully.

Snapped…

Early the next morning...

"Huh? Sirius, what's wrong with your face?" Harry looked at Sirius' swollen face with some surprise.

"It's like being punched..." Ron added the knife casually.

"I accidentally hit the wall when I fell..." Sirius muttered vaguely.

"Really? Are you really careless, are you going to see Madam Pomfrey?" Harry looked at his godfather with concern.

Forget it, she will see it...

In the end, Sirius still rejected his godson's offer...

Iger and Hermione were discussing their weekend trip to Hogsmeade.

Iger felt that Harry had to thank himself, otherwise it would not be Harry's turn to think about going to Hogsmeade.

"Don't forget, gentlemen, remember to hand in all your application forms before Halloween, otherwise you won't be able to go." Professor McGonagall glanced at Neville, and Neville's face turned pale instantly.

"Sorry Professor, I forgot where I put my application form." Neville said aggrievedly.

"Your grandma mailed the application form to me directly, don't worry, Mr. Longbottom." Professor McGonagall's words immediately made Neville feel relieved.

"Damn it, has your memory always been this bad?" Iger looked at Neville with some puzzlement: "So what are you thinking about every day?"

"Uh... the habits of the herbs..." Neville laughed a little embarrassedly.

"Shi...t..." Iger rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"I think Neville is great. It's better than those guys who remember everything but have a mess of grades, don't they?" Hermione comforted Neville, turning her head and giving Harry and Ron a blank look.

"Don't be so weird, you should tell Iger what you said." Ron suddenly felt dissatisfied and yelled.

"My grades are better than yours." Iger spread his hands.

"You copied that!" Harry corrected.

"Yes, I copied it, but I also copied it with my ability..." Iger grinned.

"Damn, this guy is really shameless..." Ron muttered.

"If I copied it, Snape would probably chop off my head and hang it on the wall of the castle gate to make an example..." Harry sighed.

"Morning..." You Mengyu sat next to Iger with her messy hair, and turned her head to look around: "Is your place so lively every morning?"

"No, it's because we can go to Hogsmeade next weekend." Hermione happily explained.

"Hogsmeade... what is it?" You Mengyu's head bounced with a dull hair.

"It's a wizarding village. The whole village is full of wizards and there are no Muggles. This is the only wizarding village in England." Ron explained excitedly, "Isn't it great?"

"Wow... that's great..." You Mengyu shrugged, her face full of perfunctory: "There are twenty-eight villages like this in China..."

Humph, this man is so annoying...

Ron turned around angrily, subconsciously thinking, if it wasn't for that pretty face, I would definitely not talk to her...

"By the way..." Iger turned to look at You Mengyu: "Can you go? We need the signature of the parents or guardians..."

You Mengyu ate the fried egg, and waved her hand carelessly: "It's okay, the principal said, if there is anything, you can settle it..."

Iger: "..."

Shall I find you a tour guide?

"Do the people you came here speak English?" Iger was a little curious.

"Yes, all of them, because Western magic has been infiltrated by us for many years, so many wizards will learn English or Greek or Latin, in order to give themselves an additional inheritance." You Mengyu nodded.

Iger nodded suddenly, old man Jiang had said this before.

Suddenly, there was a noise, and Iger and the others turned their heads to look. A flying sword was swishing in the air above the Slytherin table.

Perhaps because of the limelight, the little snakes of Slytherin looked extremely proud, looking around with their heads held high like little roosters.

The flying sword kept circling in mid-air, and swished into the scabbard of a boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old. The boy smiled, pretending to be inexplicably forced...

"Who is that?" Ron frowned and looked at the boy: "It looks like Malfoy's déjà vu two years ago, which is disgusting."

"His name is Bian He, and he is not very popular in our school. He has been forming cliques in the school, and he is quite capable, but those who are really capable are not willing to talk to him..." You Mengyu murmured absent-mindedly He looked at it, as if he was familiar with it.

"Bian He! Don't play with your flying sword in the auditorium. I remember I told you before I came here." Yao Minqi who had just entered the auditorium at the entrance of the auditorium suddenly yelled angrily.

"I know..." Bian He snorted, and then glanced at Iger's direction: "I heard that someone has lived in the Jiange. I wonder if you dare to ask for advice?"

Iger: "???"

How can this also involve labor and capital?

By the way, isn't this the fantasy magic world? Why are you still forcing me to put on a show of pretending to slap my face?

Out of line, okay?

"Is he provoking Iger?" Malfoy looked at a skinny man beside him suspiciously.

"It seems to be..." The little skinny man nodded.

The air was silent for a moment, and then the students around Bian He suddenly scattered and disappeared without a trace.

Bian He's expression was ugly, seeing the reactions of the students around him, he suddenly felt like a clown.

"The Bian family has been guarding the northwestern region of our country, where the folk customs are tough, and he is indeed a bit talented, so he has always been very arrogant..." You Mengyu muttered: "Anyway, I am annoying him..."

"Oh..." Iger suddenly turned around and continued eating.

"Are you scared?" Bian He yelled at Iger, "If you're afraid, just erase your name from the gate of Jiange, what kind of pretense are you pretending to be?"

Iger is a little annoyed, I tried my best to arrange food, drink and entertainment for you, it’s okay if you don’t appreciate it, but why did you come to provoke me?

A soft and waxy little hand gently held Iger's hand, Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Iger with worried eyes: "Don't beat me to death..."

Iger: "..."

What's the matter with all of you? I'm about to pretend, can you be more serious?

"Okay, what do you want to compare?" Iger turned his head to look at Bian He and laughed, but no matter how you looked at it, there was a feeling that you were going to die...

"Since you live in Jiange, we are better than Yujian." Bian He was very annoyed.

Jiange is the dream that every pretentious boy has had when he came to Kunlun Hall. It seems that after entering Jiange, he can become the CEO, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the pinnacle of life...

As a result, a young man from a foreign country suddenly took the lead, and then he slapped his ass and ran away. This is what Bian He can't stand. This time, Bian He came to the UK for a very simple purpose, to challenge Iger.

"Okay..." Iger nodded, the door of the auditorium was knocked open with a bang, and a golden staff swished behind Iger: "How to compare?"

"Comparing speed and strength, the speed of Yujian, and the application of attacking techniques, do you know it?" Bian He folded his arms and raised his chin with a proud face.

"It's up to you." Iger nodded.

As Iger's voice fell, the auditorium suddenly fell into an uproar.

No one came out to stop anything, Yao Minqi wanted to open her mouth to stop, but seeing Bian He's confident expression, she could only sigh helplessly.

Perhaps hitting the wall is a good thing for him?

As for the professors and students of Hogwarts, they are happy to see the results. After all, no one has provoked Iger for a long time. They almost forgot what Iger looked like when he cast a spell.

In the past, the professors might be able to make gestures with Iger and exchange spellcasting experience, but as Iger grows older, this kind of thing has become inexplicably more dangerous. Now that someone is willing to stand up, the professors are still very happy...

Like Snape...

He still doesn't know how his disciple's strength has progressed.

He didn't dare to say, he didn't dare to ask...

The students filed out from the gate of the castle, and they arrived at the bank of the Black Lake in a huge crowd.

Yao Minqi flew to the other side of the Black Lake on a broom, and created two earthen walls on the ground, and then flew back on a broom.

"There are two earthen walls on the other side of the lake, I think you have all seen it." Yao Minqi looked at the two and said, "This earthen wall is very strong. I will compare the speed and power of the two of you to control the sword, understand?"

"Hmph...Understood..." Bian He sneered, turned his head and glanced at Iger contemptuously: "I don't count on power, I hope the speed of your sword will make me look up."

"Yeah, as you wish..." Iger nodded with a speechless expression, very helpless.

Turning his head and taking a look, Dumbledore's white beard was looming in the crowd, Iger grinned, it seems that old man Deng is also very curious about the magic of the East...

"Since this is the case, I'll tell you to get ready to start, and then you can make a move. Do you understand?" Yao Minqi glanced at the two of them and said.

"Understood..." Iger nodded, and pulled the staff behind him: "Ravenclaw..."

A golden sword in the stick suddenly appeared in Iger's hand, and Bian He looked at the slender sword body and sneered: "Glamorous..."

"Let's talk about it after you win..." Iger didn't want to talk to him anymore, and he always felt ashamed of bullying children and pretending to be aggressive. Maybe this is the growth of people?

Unknowingly, I have already passed the age of the second year of middle school... Iger is quite emotional.

"That's good... get ready!" Yao Minqi stood behind the two of them and paused slightly: "Start!"

Bian He raised his saber, and then a white light flashed in front of his eyes. He suddenly felt that the whole world seemed to be illuminated, which was so dazzling. Looking at it with wide eyes, Iger on the side opened his eyes wide with anger, and pinched the sword formula like a hell demon god.

"cut!!!!!"

There was another bang, as if there was a torrential rain in the sky, Bian He turned his head a little stiffly, a silver light on the lake surface disappeared in the distance in an instant, and waves more than ten meters high were set off layer upon layer where the white light passed.

boom…

A small mountain in the distance was immediately pierced by white light, and the next moment, the sound of the sonic boom sounded again, and the white light flew back to Iger's scabbard in an instant, and the lake once again set off layers of waves.

On the shore, thousands of students were drowned by the falling water, but no one spoke. They just opened their mouths and stared at the mountain in the distance.

On that day, people finally recalled...the horror once dominated by Iger...