Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Iger, can you sign me? It's best to have two copies. My brother Dennis also wants..."

At night, Colin stood behind Iger, holding two pieces of parchment in his hands, and looked at Iger uneasily.

It can be seen that Colin has made a lot of determination. After all, there have been rumors in the school that Iger has a bad temper and always slaps people's heads for fun. Colin feels that he is mentally prepared to be slapped off. .

Even if I die, I want an autograph!

"Dude, this is a true fan..." Ron whispered in Iger's ear.

"Get out..." Iger felt very bad.

Isn't this how Harry is treated?

Shua Shua Shua signed Colin's name, and Iger had a bad expression: "Don't tell others..."

"Okay, okay!" Colin nodded his head quickly, and left happily.

It’s not without reason that Iger signed Colin’s signature, because at the moment when he was holding the sword, Colin held the camera and took a perfect picture of Iger’s sword from a slightly sideways angle behind him. Iger thought it looked so handsome .

Of course, the photos were not circulated and were treasured by Hermione...

"Sign one for me too..." Ron muttered, pushing a piece of parchment over.

"Ron!" Hermione yelled, dumbfounded: "Can you go away?"

"Just one, what does it matter..." Ron muttered.

Iger had no choice but to sign one for him, and then Iger saw Ron put the signature in his arms quickly.

"Do you admire Iger so much?" Harry looked at Ron suspiciously.

"No, Iger's autographed photo is very valuable, don't you know?" Ron said triumphantly when he heard the words: "I have a cousin who is willing to pay ten Galleons for Iger's private photo! Not to mention anything else, Just this autograph, I can sell it for twenty Galleons..."

Harry: "..."

Iger: "..."

"Should I say that you make money wisely...or are you brave enough to die?" Iger sighed with some emotion.

"Is this guy very popular?" You Mengyu took a piece of bread and dipped the last bit of custard on the plate.

"I feel... okay." Iger thought for a while: "After all, I have never received a love letter from others..."

"Have you ever thought... maybe you were just thrown away?" Harry glanced at Hermione next to Iger strangely, and then saw Hermione's dangerous gaze, shrank his head and said nothing.

"What?" Iger didn't hear clearly, and asked subconsciously.

"It's nothing, eat your meal..." Hermione blushed, and stuffed a turkey leg into Iger's mouth.

"Look at that guy named Bian..." Ron said triumphantly, "You're scared to death..."

Iger turned his head to look, and the boy was eating with a dazed face, as if he was in a daze.

"Just get used to it..."

"..."

...

"Hi, are you okay?" Malfoy shook his side and congratulated him.

Bian He was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head slightly: "Thank you, I'm fine..."

"That's good..." Malfoy muttered, and began to eat on his own again.

"Aren't you surprised?" Bian He asked Malfoy, frowning.

"What's the surprise? Iger?" Malfoy rolled his eyes: "Just get used to it."

Is this kind of thing something you can get used to? Bian He looked bewildered.

"You have also seen that he is not a human being, you can't compete with him, who would compete with a giant dragon, right?" Malfoy looked very open: "Actually, you are still very lucky."

"What?" Bian He was a little puzzled.

"Because those who provoked him like you before seem to be dead..." Malfoy muttered.

Bian He: "..."

Fuck, according to what you say, should I thank him?

The two of them didn't have time to say much, the door of the auditorium was rumbled open, Snape's face was very ugly, he strode in, grabbed the horns on Iger's head, turned and left, without saying a word from the beginning to the end .

Iger: "???"

"What happened?" Iger struggled to get off Snape's hands. Although Iger has grown to 1.6 meters tall now, he still looks like a little plague chicken in Snape's hands, which makes him embarrassed .

"It's important." Snape didn't bother to explain, his eyes fluctuated slightly as he looked at Iger.

It became so big in a blink of an eye. Do you remember that it only came up to your waist? Time flies so fast...

"What's the matter?" Iger looked puzzled.

Seeing the two of them arrived at the door of the principal's office, Snape's face turned dark: "Peter Pettigrew... escaped."

"What f**k you talking about?" Iger was stunned: "What's going on?"

"Go in and talk."

Pushing Iger to the door of the principal's office, Snape followed and closed the door.

As soon as he entered the principal's office, Iger saw Dumbledore's extremely ugly old face, and Fudge sitting on a chair with an embarrassed expression.

Sirius leaned against the wall with a murderous look on his face, his eyes were full of madness under his messy hair.

Professor McGonagall was sniffing and pouring tea for several people, and it was obvious from his expression that he was not at peace.

"What's going on?" Iger frowned.

"This afternoon... Pettigrew escaped from Azkaban..." Fudge muttered vaguely.

"Be clear." Iger narrowed his eyes slightly: "Didn't I tell you that he is an Animagus?"

"He was rescued by someone..." Fudge's eyes were in a trance: "I don't know why, that person only saved Peter Pettigrew..."

"Where's Voldemort?" Iger turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Here I am." Dumbledore nodded.

"Give me the diary..." Iger stretched out his hand, "Put it here."

Dumbledore took out the diary from the drawer and handed it to Iger, who took the diary and threw it into the bag.

This diary is the key to Harry's survival.

If there is no Horcrux hanging Voldemort's life, if Voldemort gives Harry an Avada at that time, it is very likely that the two will die together.

"He will definitely come to Hogwarts, otherwise he has no other place to go." Dumbledore said softly: "I guess he will come to save his old master, although that may not be his own idea."

"That guy is very familiar with the school's secret passages..." Sirius looked gloomy.

"Yeah, thanks to you." Snape had a mocking smile on his face.

"You fucking want a fight?" Sirius jerked his wand out and pointed it at Snape.

"Come on." Snape also pulled out his wand at the same time.

"Calm down." Iger clapped his hands, and the wands of the two flew out of his hands and flew into his hands: "It's just a mouse, and it can't make any waves. Mr. Minister, please issue a warrant."

Fudge nodded and left in a hurry.

Iger looked at a few people: "Don't be nervous, gentlemen, I think this is a good thing."

With that said, Iger looked at Sirius and smiled: "At least you can kill him yourself..."

He took out the Marauder's Map and looked at it, and Iger said softly: "That guy must be near here now, not too far away. Since he was rescued, the target of the other party is probably Voldemort. Thing...I think we need a professional...'

...

Early in the morning on Halloween, Hermione lay in bed and looked at Iger who was ready to go in surprise: "Why did you get up so early today?"

"I'm going to buy you a pet." Iger muttered, "Do you want to be together?"

Hermione glanced at the coiled boa constrictor Dolores in the corner of the room, then at Huanghua who was combing her feathers on the shelf, and casually pulled out Koda and Crispy Rice from under the pillow, feeling a little uncertain. Looking at Iger: "Do you still want to buy pets?"

"Yeah, I'll buy you a cat." Iger spread his hands.

"Aren't you?" Hermione laughed suddenly.

"Be able to catch mice." Iger was helpless.

Half an hour later, the two showed up at the pet shop in Diagon Alley on time. Iger looked at the clerk and waved happily: "I want all your cats!"

The clerk looked very excited, and immediately took out all the cats in his house, and sold them to Iger together with the kittens.

Hermione was a little surprised: "How much do you want to buy?"

"Baoyuan!" Iger grinned, and walked into another pet shop: "I want all your cats!"

Two hours later, Iger ransacked all the cats in Diagon Alley, even the stray cat Iger on the side of the road. There were more than 300 cats meowing in Iger's box, there were two Naughty, he also teased the dementor in the corner, and the dementor cowered to avoid the entanglement of the cats, for fear that if he accidentally killed one, it would give Iger an excuse to hurt himself.

"Which one of you is Crookshanks?" Iger happily looked at the cats in front of him meowing.

"Me!" A hoarse-sounding voice sounded, and a ginger-yellow cat's paw was raised among the fluffy balls. Iger followed the voice, and a big ginger-yellow cat with a flat face and a fierce look came from Out of the cats.

"Meow...what's the matter, little master?" Crookshanks looks very smart, he knows who is the master between himself and Iger, unlike other cats who always think that he is the master...

"Very good, from today onwards, you are their leader." Iger meowed: "I want you to be in charge of the patrol work in the castle, the content of the job is... to catch mice, catch a mouse that is not a mouse .”

"Understood meow." Crookshanks squatted and nodded seriously.

Very good, Iger nodded with satisfaction.

At noon, the students were surprised to find that there were more cats in the castle. There were one or two cats dangling around in every corridor, and there were self-service cat food and litter boxes everywhere in the castle.

Of course, Iger is not in the mood to do this, it's all thanks to the elves...

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Iger looked at Crookshanks at his feet and squatted down: "That field mouse is missing a nail, it's old and ugly, he's not a mouse, he was transformed from a human."

"I understand meow~" Crookshanks licked his fleshy little paw, "I think I should be able to tell meow."

"Wow...he looks so obedient..." Hermione couldn't help but hugged Crookshanks with a smile.

"She's so beautiful, meow..." Crookshanks lay in Hermione's arms, looked at Iger and said, "Every human being I've ever seen hates me, is she an angel, meow?"

"Don't worry, we won't." Iger rubbed Crookshanks' little head: "From today on, you are the captain of the Hogwarts security brigade. Except for me, no one will use birds. If you dare to hurt you, tell me, Kai Wushuang will kill you!"

Iger waved his hand, indicating that from today on, little brother, you will be under my protection.

"Understood meow~" Crookshanks flicked his big furry tail.

"Peter Pettigrew escaped?" Hermione looked at Iger suspiciously.

"Yes." Iger nodded.

"Are you sure it's useful?" Hermione looked at a group of meowing cats beside her.

"Emmm..." Iger spread his hands: "Probably... What else can he do? That coward, let him fend for himself. I actually doubt whether he will come to Hogwarts, but be prepared..."

"He will definitely come to Iger." Hermione thought for a while: "I think since he was saved, the purpose of saving him must be the mysterious person, otherwise it is hard for me to imagine that he has any other value. Zhou Zhang's saving a pettigrew is just like what you said... the world is not worth it."

"Yeah..." Iger casually took out a piece of parchment and put it in front of Crookshanks: "Can you read a map?"

"Meow…"

After settling down a group of cats in Crookshanks, Iger kept warning the portraits of the castle.

"Oh, don't worry, my dear...we will let you know as soon as there is any news." The fat lady held a glass of red wine, with a trace of drunkenness on her fat face, and looked at Iger cheerfully.

"Thank you, Fat Lady." Iger said cheerfully.

"That Peter Pettigrew you're talking about is an Animagus?" The bronze knocker's voice was emotionless.

"Yes, it's a mouse." Iger nodded.

"I have no reason to block a person who answers the question correctly." The tone of the bronze door knocker remained unchanged.

"Are you sure?" Iger happily picked up the hammer.

"Let me take my words back." The bronze knocker's voice was emotionless.

Iger: "..."

"Don't worry, Master Iger, there are elves patrolling every floor, and there will be no problems." Sia said humbly in a high-pitched voice.

"Well... thank you." Iger muttered vaguely, and left the kitchen with a pile of cakes.

"It's our honor." A group of elves bowed and stuck their noses to the ground, watching Iger leave.

Early the next morning, a dense group of owls on the long table in Gryffindor was listening to Iger.

"Gee...a mouse?"

Rucker stared at Iger with amber eyes.

"Yes, a mouse..." Iger nodded.

"Can I eat it?" Lak tilted his head, making a ninety-degree angle between his head and his body.

"Whatever you want." Iger grinned, and casually pressed Youmengyu's restless little paw, and the girl looked at the owls in front of her, and her saliva was about to flow out.

"It's great." Hedwig's cold voice sounded, and Lark turned to look at it.

"It means we don't have to eat that bland, stupid bird food anymore, I'm really fed up." Hedwig cocked her head and cooed.

Why does Iger think this word is so familiar? If there is a master, there must be a favor?

The castle was extremely lively these two days, with cats and dogs running rampant everywhere, owls flying everywhere in the sky, and even the snakes raised by the Slytherin students were sent out by Iger, making the whole castle look like a zoo.

Toad Lai Fu has been very honest these two days, he no longer thinks about escaping, the outside world is too dangerous, Lai Fu thought about it again and again, and suddenly felt that his master's chubby little hands were quite warm.

"If this can be drilled by him, then I have nothing to say." Iger looked at the messy castle and grinned: "What is this? Crazy Zootopia?"