Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and Iger appeared at the top of the stand tower with the golden staff on his shoulders, looking at the sky in the distance.

"Come down, Iger, be careful of thunder!" Ron yelled in a hurry, and then fell to the ground with his mouth covered.

"Can you hope that I can make it better..." Iger's mouth twitched, sniffing his nose to feel the wind direction around him.

"What is he going to do?" Yao Minqi turned to look at Dumbledore beside her in doubt.

"Maybe he... wanted to poke a hole in the sky?" Dumbledore suddenly felt very tired when he saw Iger's figure.

As soon as the words fell, Iger raised his staff high on the top of the tower in the distance.

"Thunderbolt explosion..."

boom…

A dazzling red beam of light mixed with a whistling sonic boom rushed towards the high-altitude clouds, and then people seemed to hear the sound of bubbles bursting, and the layers of black clouds were suddenly blown out of a huge hole by the red light.

The original wisps of rain disappeared without a trace after the spell, and the clear and bright sunlight fell on Iger through the big hole.

"Merlin's beard, is this a curse?" Jordan stared at the sky above his head dumbfounded.

"Foul, foul!" In the Hufflepuff audience, a group of little badgers looked at Iger angrily and yelled.

On the arena, Mrs. Hooch gestured for the game to continue, and the Hufflepuff audience suddenly heard a sigh of disappointment.

"First, Mr. Morrisers is not a player. Second, there is no rule stating that the weather conditions cannot interfere with the game. Third, no Quidditch match is played depending on the weather." Mrs. Hooch At the side of the throat: "To sum up, the game continues!"

Cedric's face was very bad. Originally, he thought that he could quickly close the score between the two sides when it rained, but unexpectedly, Iger's curse broke all the plans.

"Looks like Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's advantage is stretched again. Hell, Hufflepuff is using that rogue tactic again. What is Cedric doing? Look, he's right in the way of Harry In front, good, Harry made a feint to swing him past, great, Cedric looked like he wanted to give chase, but his speed was so futile against the unreasonable level of acceleration of the Firebolt .”

"As for the acceleration of the Firebolt,

Everyone should know that the Firebolt can accelerate to a hundred and fifty miles in just ten seconds..."

"Jordan, did the Firebolt spend money on you for an advertisement? Hurry up and comment on the game!" Professor McGonagall was furious...

"Okay professor, look, what is Harry doing? He found the trace of the golden snitch." Jordan shouted excitedly.

People looked at Harry, who was doing a dive and rushed towards the other end of the field. Cedric followed closely behind Harry not far behind.

The two were about to hit the ground, and at this moment Cedric also saw the golden light.

Harry lifted the broom violently with both hands, and the Firebolt under him suddenly came across, stopped the car in time, and chased the golden snitch flying close to the ground all the way.

"Caught it! Add one hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor, and the game is over!" Jordan shouted excitedly.

Iger saw Harry holding the Snitch in his hand with excitement on his face. Not far away, Cedric looked a little annoyed.

"It's just taking advantage of the broom..." In the Hufflepuff auditorium, a group of little badgers were sour.

"Yeah, Cedric's Nimbus 1500 is really good..." Iger's cheerful voice sounded in the ears of the little badgers: "After all, it took half an hour to lose the game this time, and it only took five minutes last time. "

Cedric shook his head and laughed helplessly, and Iger's teasing made him dumbfounded.

In fact, he never thought of winning this competition from the very beginning, and all he did was to make losing less ugly...

Seven Firebolts, if they hadn't adopted this rogue style of play, they would have lost completely...

For the next whole day, the Gryffindor Tower held lively parties, and even Professor McGonagall happily parted her hair and joined the students. She even drank two glasses of Flame Whiskey .

"I want to announce good news!" Harry shouted excitedly, looking around with a glass of cocktail in his hand: "Just after the game ended, I received an invitation-"

The students in Gryffindor Tower watched Harry with bated breath and excitement.

"An invitation letter from the Charlie Cannons. They invited me to join their team after graduation." Harry grinned.

"You agree?" Fred asked excitedly.

"There's no reason for me to say no, is there?" Harry smiled wider.

Cheers sounded again, and the tower was noisy again. Professor McGonagall had a smile on his flushed face, and Sirius sat on a soft chair and drank wine.

"Hi, Iger." Ron rushed to Iger and hugged him by the shoulder with a look of frenzy: "Did you know that Viktor Krum will come to Harry and Sirius this Christmas, you said What am I going to get him? Man, I love watching him so much!"

"Emmm... how about a fire dragon?" Iger frowned, looking very disgusted.

At least what Iger can guarantee is that if Krum has any unreasonable thoughts about Hermione, the Bulgarian team will definitely lose an excellent seeker.

Ron: "..."

"I think you should be more friendly and enthusiastic, Iger, that is the best Seeker in the world, we should respect him!" Ron muttered.

"What's the matter, I'm still the only demon in the world..." Iger spread his hands: "Besides, I personally think that the best Seeker in the world should be Harry, even though his eyesight is not very good..."

Ron's expression looked terrible. He was ridiculed by the twins just now, and then again by Iger. He felt that his idol had been insulted.

"Don't you like the Charlie Cannons the most? Why don't you look forward to the most glorious moment with everyone?" Iger grinned.

The Charlie Cannons team was the strongest team in Britain and Ireland a hundred years ago. They have won the Quidditch League Championships between the two countries 21 times. Unfortunately, they have never won it since the 19th century. up.

Once their slogan was: We will conquer all.

Later, as the decline became more and more, the slogan gradually became: Let us all cross our fingers and look forward to the most glorious moment...

Look, how realistic.

Fortunately, unlike a certain football team, the Charlie Artillery team has at least once been brilliant. In fact, their strength is not weak so far, but their luck is relatively poor.

Iger ignored Ron, and teased Hermione who was reading the book seriously beside him.

"I really don't know what he's thinking..." Hermione frowned and looked at Ron's back as he left.

"What's wrong?" Iger was a little puzzled.

"Only people with strength are qualified to talk about respect..." Hermione looked a little angry: "And he actually asked you to respect that Krum, please, you are one of the strongest wizards in Europe, you should be respectful." Come here, right?"

Iger looked dazed, and Hermione looked as if the little girl's favorite doll had been ignored by others.

Are all women really vain? Iger's mouth twitched.

"You should show some airs and let them take a look." Hermione looked a little annoyed: "Although I don't like that kind of thing very much, but I hate the feeling of being ignored by others more than that."

"You think too much, Ron is just too fanatical." Iger laughed: "Please, who dares to ignore me...Of course, the French Ministry of Magic did that, but that's because I'm too strong..."

"But what he said made me very uncomfortable." Hermione muttered, frowning.

Iger smiled, he could understand the little girl's mentality.

In Hermione's eyes, Iger is the best.

Because in terms of strength, Iger is incomparable to Hermione no matter what.

As for others wanting Hermione to have such an idea of ​​being powerless to catch up, it was simply impossible.

"How about... I'm going to kill him?" Iger suddenly felt that he had a good reason.

"NO!" Hermione shook her head: "Of course you can't do this, it's wrong, Iger."

"I'm Gryffindor..." Iger smiled.

"Gryffindor challenges the stereotypes for the right thing, but this kind of thing is not right." Hermione looked serious.

"Then what if the other party provokes me?" Iger muttered.

"Then beat him up." Hermione raised her chin.

"Then what if he chases you?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

"Then you should beat him hard, I'm your girlfriend." Hermione looked serious.

"That's great, your words are enough." Iger suddenly wasn't worried at all.

...

It was another Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Unlike usual, today's defense class included a group of young wizards from the East, and Yao Minqi who sat behind a desk and listened to the class.

When the students crowded in from outside the classroom, Yao Minqi's gaze stayed on Iger and Harry for a moment.

She has experienced the power of Iger's spell, and it's not too unusual. In fact, she has seen more exaggerated things than that, such as when someone transforms.

Looking at Harry, Yao Minqi couldn't help being amazed at Harry's ability to control the broom in previous games.

In China, there is no suitable soil for the development of Quidditch. Traditional mages prefer fencing, but young wizards are not allowed by the domestic environment. Except for private territories, other places are no-fly zones, so A young boy like Harry who is proficient in Quidditch deserves Yao Minqi's attention.

Sirius looked at the students below with a smile on his face, glanced at Yao Minqi behind the desk, and then laughed cheerfully.

"Guess, what is our class today?"

"Grindylow?" Harry asked a little uncertainly.

"No." Sirius shook his head, shaking his messy long hair coolly.

"As long as it's not a dementor, I think anything will do." Neville muttered softly.

"Great, you guessed it right!" Sirius laughed, and Neville's face turned pale instantly.

"Iger told me that there are only a few third-grade students who have mastered the Patronus Charm, not many..." Sirius paused, then turned to look at Yao Minqi: "It just so happens that Miss Yao hopes to understand our side. unique dark magic creature, so I guess a dementor would be the best choice."

"All over Europe, and even the whole world, dementors are just a kind of black magic species unique to our UK. We don't know whether they can be called creatures, but what is certain is that this kind of thing has its own. Thinking and living habits, dangerous and evil..." Sirius wrinkled his nose in disgust, then looked at Iger and nodded, Iger stepped forward and took out a dementor from his arms.

As soon as the dementor came out, it immediately floated obediently beside Iger, with two big black claws stirring uncomfortably in front of him, as if a little shy, and the height of more than two meters abruptly created a kind of Xiaojiabiyu's temperament...

"This is what you said... um... the dementor?" Yao Minqi looked at Sirius suspiciously, and then took a look at the dementor: "It seems to be very weak..."

Sirius glanced at Iger expressionlessly: "Damn, what did you do to it? Or you should go out first..."

Iger: "..."

Blame me?

"This one... is my domesticated dementor..." Iger twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.

A group of students shrank back and moved their seats, the creaking sound of moving tables and chairs resounded throughout the room, and they didn't know whether they were hiding from Dementors or Iger.

The students in the east looked blankly at the Hogwarts students behind.

You Mengyu sized up the dementor, then curled her lips in distaste, and moved to the back.

"Show your abilities." Iger said, turning to look at the dementor.

Thank goodness, perhaps because I have been with Iger for a long time, this dementor can already understand human beings, and it doesn't look particularly stupid.

Carefully turning its head in Iger's direction, the dementor took a small breath in the air, and then looked at Iger tentatively.

After just one sip, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees in an instant, and a feeling of cold despair permeated everyone's heart. Yao Minqi sat up, squinted her eyes and looked at the dementor with a serious expression.

"What is this?" Yao Minqi looked at Iger.

"There are legends that they are the creations of the devil, collecting souls for the devil..." Iger turned his head and looked at the dementor: "Although I don't know whether the legend is true or not, what is certain is that this is definitely not a primitive earth creature. "

After Iger finished speaking, a group of little oriental wizards also moved back in unison, looking at the dementor with pale faces.

"They will suck people's happiness to brew despair. If people don't resist, he will take off the mask and suck people's soul." Iger said, grabbing the head of the dementor and pulling off the mask of the dementor Suddenly, there was a sound of air-conditioning in the class.

It seems that the appearance under the mask of the dementor is still too exciting for the little wizards.

Some Hogwarts students who know about it are fine, but in the traditional view of the young wizards in the East, it is simply unforgivable to suck souls, and this kind of monster that can never be reborn is simply too terrifying.

"What will happen to the sucked people?" Yao Minqi frowned.

"I won't die, but there is no memory, emotion, or soul anymore, only a body remains..." Iger spread his hands.

"Has anyone been sucked before?" Yao Minqi asked.

"It used to exist, but I haven't seen it. I was thinking of doing an experiment with Peter Pettigrew..." Iger muttered.