Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Do you have any plans for the afternoon?" Iger turned to look at a few people, avoiding Snape's eyes. He had just turned Harry back into Harry.

Iger didn't even need to look at him to know that Snape's expression must be very bad.

Will this guy research setting potions? Make Harry a Harley?

Gently pinching his chin, Iger was deeply suspicious.

"I...go to Honey Duke." Hermione looked at Iger tentatively.

Iger tilted his head and sighed weakly: "Okay, I'll accompany you...Damn it, I hate sweets."

"We're going to the Three Broomsticks, I'm going to drink butterbeer, Ron seems to be interested in some single proprietress." Harry muttered.

"I didn't." Ron blushed, and the twins burst out laughing.

"Oh...Little Ronnie must be too lacking in maternal love. We should write to inform mom and ask her to give you more care." Fred said lazily.

"I...no!" Ron gritted his teeth and grunted, stabbing the steak with the knife in his hand, as if he had some deep hatred with that steak: "Don't talk nonsense about Harry..."

He still has some regrets, why Harry is not Harry.

"Perhaps you should also try Drowning Spring? Let yourself be intoxicated?" George smirked.

"Professor McGonagall just listed that thing as a prohibited item!" Hermione couldn't help reminding.

"Yes, but it's just a violation of school rules." Fred said cheerfully, "What's the matter? Rules are meant to be broken, such as joining a team..."

"Well, I don't care about you." Hermione shook her messy hair angrily, and Iger couldn't help but smirk.

Just like there are only zero and countless times for women's clothing, once some things start, there is no way to pretend that nothing happened.

In the afternoon, at the Three Broomsticks Bar, Iger held a glass of Flame Whiskey and drank slowly, quietly watching the ghostly weather of sleet and sleet outside the window.

On the soft chair beside her, Hermione and You Mengyu were sharing the candy full in front of them.

At the long table not far away,

Sirius seemed a little distracted.

"You have something on your mind, uncle." Iger turned his head to look.

Sirius stared in a daze, then smiled helplessly: "I just want to kill that guy, but I don't know where he is."

"Why don't you open the school gate and let him in? Catch the turtle in the urn?" Iger grinned.

"No, it's too dangerous for the students." Sirius shook his head: "Don't forget, that guy killed more than a dozen people with an explosion spell. Although he was a little timid, he still has some strength. "

"Then don't think about it. The UK is not big, but it is not small. It is too difficult to find a mouse in such a large place." Iger shook his head: "Besides, your current status is not suitable for doing this anymore. It’s good to be able to teach in school with peace of mind.”

"Iger is right about Sirius." Harry turned his head and glanced at his godfather: "He should be damned, but you shouldn't do it."

"That's right, Iger killed so many people, and he's not one of them..." Ron muttered.

Iger: "..."

Maybe he shouldn't be able to break the curse, let him turn into a pig...

Except for Sirius, Peter Pettigrew's escape does not seem to have brought any bad negative effects to the magic world. Of course, some positive effects have been brought about. thousand galleons.

After all, a thousand Galleons is not a small amount in the wizarding world. Even if the salary level of a Hogwarts professor is not enough, at least one or two years of saving is required, which is still a high salary.

It is not known how long it would take to save a thousand Galleons for some wage earners and wizards.

There was a sound of opening the door, and the wind and snow poured in from outside the house, and the people shivered in a burst of chill.

"Hey, Iger, you would never have imagined that someone bought 80 bottles of Niangyuquan for 20 galleons at the Pig's Head Bar just now!" Fred's excited voice sounded: "This is simply a bargain, it's great!"

"Wow...could be some old pervert," Ron muttered.

"Yeah, I guess he might have the same mentality as you." George grinned.

"Stay away from me." Ron looked unhappy.

"Twenty Galleons...eighty bottles? Four Galleons? Hehe..." Iger grinned.

"Yes, it's a big order." Fred said with a smile.

"But who would spend twenty Galleons to buy forty bottles of Drowning Spring?" Hermione was a little puzzled, "A simple pervert...does it have to be so much?"

Iger squinted his eyes, turned to look at the twins: "What does that person look like?"

"He was covered too tightly, we couldn't see him clearly." George spread his hands.

Sirius seemed to feel something was wrong, and rushed out of the bar in a hurry, followed by Iger.

"Hey, where are you going?" Fred yelled as he turned to look at the two.

"That person is likely to be Peter Pettigrew." Hermione said, and hurriedly followed out: "What does he look like?"

"A large piece of black, covered in a robe, with a bandage on his face..." Fred roughly described.

"Very good!" Iger's voice came from a distance, and he had already seen the man in black coming out of the Pig's Head Bar.

"Don't run!" Sirius rushed up with a frenzied expression, the figure froze slightly after seeing the two of them, and disappeared in place in the next instant.

"Apparating in front of me? Thinking too much?" Iger laughed loudly, rushed in the direction of the person's Apparating, and disappeared into the air with a snap.

Sirius gritted his teeth looking at the direction in which the two disappeared, and sighed helplessly.

"Where are people?"

From a distance, Hermione and a group of people hurriedly chased after her.

"Apparated, Iger caught up." Sirius was a little frustrated.

"It's not bad, at least I don't have to worry about you being bombed by him." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aren't you worried about Iger?" Hermione looked a little unhappy.

"Are you worried?" Harry asked back.

"I..." Hermione was taken aback.

I'm not really worried...

Damn, Iger won't be angry...

...

On a coast in southern England, there were two crisp sounds, and Iger's figure emerged, pinching the face of the man in black, smiling like a vicious dog crawling out of hell.

"Run, keep running!" Iger sneered: "Where are you going?"

The man in black didn't speak, threw off Iger's arm, and hurriedly ran to the distance, but it seemed that the magic power was almost consumed, and the physical strength of several apparitions was a little unbearable, and his footsteps were a little staggering.

The man threw a spell over, and Iger happily watched the spell reach his chest, stirring up a little dust, and then he sneered.

After an awkward silence, the man in black turned and ran away.

"Drink! Yiku!" Iger immediately rushed up and kicked the black-robed man on the lower back, causing the man to stagger and fall to the ground.

He casually posed in the posture of Bruce Lee, Iger went up and kicked it, but maybe it was because of his young age, Iger's strength was either very strong, or kicked a few times to enjoy himself, the man fell to the ground holding his head, breaking A little embarrassed, but just gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"I let you run! I let you run! How can you be so good?" Iger kicked a few more times angrily, and grabbed the bandage wrapped around the man's face. The man froze immediately, and then violently struggled.

"Be honest!" Iger casually slapped the man in black on the back of the head, cast a petrification spell, and the man froze immediately.

"Dead rats can still run, you should be lucky, you know, labor and management didn't bring a staff today, or you will be beaten to death, you son of a bitch..."

Iger muttered in his mouth, and tore off the bandage on the opponent's face...

As soon as the bandage was taken off, Iger almost jumped up in fright.

Not Peter Pettigrew...

It's Snape...

Iger: "..."

Snape: "..."

Grass, how embarrassing...

Undoing the petrification spell on Snape casually, Iger grinned apologetically at the bruised Snape.

"Go ahead and kick..."

Snape's face was dark, and his voice seemed to come out of clenched teeth.

"Hush..." Iger walked down from Snape with an innocent face, his hands behind his hands, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead for some reason: "I can't blame me, this is a sensitive period. You are still mysterious..."

"I gave you a hint..." Snape gritted his teeth.

"What hint?" Iger was stunned.

"I thought you'd recognize my spellcasting gestures." Snape's voice was getting deeper and deeper.

"Ah... You said that curse... I thought it was a provocation..." Iger's mouth twitched awkwardly.

"Thank goodness you didn't bring a staff," Snape hummed.

"It's really not my fault..." Iger spread his hands with an innocent expression on his face: "You squeaked..."

Snape didn't speak, and stared at Iger with a dark face for a while.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Iger sighed helplessly: "Well, if it happened to me, I wouldn't be able to say it..."

Snape: "..."

For a long time, after Iger repeatedly promised not to tell anyone about this matter, Snape drank a bottle of magic enhancement potion and disappeared...

"Who is that person?"

As soon as he returned to Hogsmeade, Sirius rushed up eagerly: "Is that the guy?"

"Uh... no, it's just an ordinary old pervert..." Iger's mouth twitched, his expression a little embarrassed.

Sirius froze for a moment: "Dumbledore?"

"Thank you for thinking of me so much, Sirius." Dumbledore's voice came, and Sirius' expression stiffened immediately, and he turned his head to see that Dumbledore was happily walking out of the Honeydukes shop with Professor McGonagall.

"Sorry Professor..." Sirius was embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Dumbledore said cheerfully, not paying attention at all.

"Will you get used to this kind of thing..." Hermione looked at Dumbledore with some embarrassment.

"Of course... boy, I'm over a hundred years old, and I dare say I've been criticized enough to break a normal person." A smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and the blue eyes behind the crescent lenses looked at several The man blinked.

"Then how did you face it?" Hermione was a little curious, and he thought that Iger might use this skill in the future.

"Actually, what I'm talking about is for normal people." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "But unfortunately, in the eyes of others, I may not have much connection with the word normal..."

Hermione: "..."

...

At night, in the potions office.

The crucible on the desk was gurgling and steaming, and the dense water mist was constantly transpiring in the cold underground office, filling the cold room with a bit of human flavor.

Iger noticed that the bruises on Snape's face had disappeared, and it seemed that he had stored a lot of potions.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Iger looked at Snape wonderingly: "I know it looks like Lily, but you really don't intend to make him a girl all the time, do you?"

"I don't think so..." Snape glanced at Iger, and continued to boil the cauldron in his hand.

Just kidding, this kind of thing can't be admitted, it's a pervert if you admit it.

Even if I'm a pervert, as long as I don't admit it... others won't know I'm a pervert.

That's probably what Snape thought.

"What are you going to do?" Iger was a little confused.

"I just give some motivation to those students who don't make progress." Snape said leisurely: "In order to prevent some students from getting too bad grades in potions, students who fail every class in the future will be punished with This kind of curse spring is to let them know what shame is."

"It's really noble, but why don't you buy a male drowning spring?" Iger was expressionless: "Girls should also cultivate a sense of shame, no, it's girls who should cultivate a sense of shame, right?"

Snape: "..."

What you said is so reasonable that I am speechless...

"Meow!"

A black cat was swirled and thrown out of the basement classroom.

Snape didn't want to talk to you and threw you out...

"I think... the three people who need to worry about the most in Potions class... Potter, Finnigan and Longbottom, if there is no accident, they should all be men, so go back and hug your little bucktooth Go to bed."

Before closing the door, Snape looked at Iger coldly and said.

Boom!

The door closed, and Iger blinked his eyes, subconsciously licked his fleshy little paws, turned and left.

What a nasty guy...

Obviously doing perverted things, speaking perverted words, and making perverted plans, but still acting as if he is righteous...

Lifting his hind legs, Iger wanted to piss at his door to show his disdain, and then felt something was wrong.

This urine posture looks like a dog?

After thinking about it, Iger retracted his hind legs and fell into thought.

Yeah, how do cats pee?

His train of thought strayed unknowingly, and Iger walked all the way back to the tower with small silent steps.

Back in the dormitory, Hermione was lying under the quilt in her pajamas and reading a big thick book, when she heard the door opening she raised her head and glanced at Iger.

"If I'm not wrong!" Hermione got up and closed the door, took off Iger's robe and hung it on a hanger beside him: "Today, that person should be Professor Snape."

"You guessed right." Iger nodded.

"Hey..." Hermione laughed suddenly: "As you said, what is this called... Contrast cuteness? He is so cold but so infatuated..."

"I don't allow you to use such a cute word on an old pervert who doesn't like to wash his hair." Hugging Hermione's face, Iger took off his clothes and quickly got into bed: "Okay, hurry up Go to sleep."