Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

There was a scream, and on the long Slytherin table, a pale blonde girl covered her face angrily. Miss Malfoy rubbed her nose and looked angrily at the Gryffindor long table.

It was a very pretty face, even in terms of looks alone, the girl Malfoy turned into was a bit prettier than Harley.

Not far from the long table, Greenglass looked at Malfoy with surprise in his eyes, and a group of students also looked at Malfoy in surprise.

From Harley to Miss Malfoy, the two beautiful transgender people made the girls doubt their lives.

Damn... who the hell is the girl?

There was the sound of several water balloons bursting, and the water balloon thrown by Fred exploded on the long table in Slytherin, immediately affecting several little snakes who were having dinner.

Screams sounded one after another, and Malfoy pointed in the direction of the Gryffindor long table and screamed, "Kill them!"

Soon, Iger knew how many water balloons the twins had sold...

Although Professor McGonagall listed it as a contraband just a few days ago, at this moment Iger still saw Slytherin's long table, and the little snakes threw a water balloon in their hands.

"Damn it, how much did you sell?" Iger turned his head and looked at the twins in surprise.

"emmm...probably..." Fred twitched the corner of his mouth, "more than two thousand..."

Iger's brain was running fast. There were four water balloons for one Galleon, and two thousand would be five hundred Galleons. That is to say, if there were four for one person, five hundred of the 1,000 students at Hogwarts bought water balloons.

Although Iger told the twins, don't care about Peter Pettigrew, just sell it, but this is too much...

Seeing that the water balloon on the long Slytherin table was about to fly over, a group of lion cubs suddenly took out the water balloon from their arms excitedly.

On the Ravenclaw long table, the eaglets caught between the two colleges were stunned, screaming and fleeing with their heads in their hands. In the next second, the two long tables became a melee.

You Mengyu took out her raincoat and sat on the long table to continue eating supper, while Hermione took out a box from Iger's arms and got in.

Fred and George's faces were full of excitement, and they kept shouting,

Throwing water balloons casually, even Peeves heard the movement and rushed over, adding fire to the chaotic auditorium.

"Damn... Iger, can you help me stop them?" Percy rushed in from the door angrily, constantly avoiding the stray bullets flying in mid-air, and then looked at Iger earnestly.

"Be quiet!" Iger nodded, frowned and stood on the bench: "Be quiet!"

Snapped!

I don't know where a water balloon flew out and hit Iger's face. Iger's jet-black hair immediately fell down wetly, and I couldn't see the expression clearly on his face.

"Oh..." Percy immediately covered his mouth in horror, staring at his eyes and sucking in the cold air: "You... are you okay, Iger?"

"Ahhh! Who is who!" Iger roared angrily, grabbed the water balloon from Neville's hand and joined the melee.

Percy: "..."

The auditorium was already in chaos. Boys and girls with different appearances who had never seen before were smashing water balloons everywhere in the auditorium. There were also many large animals in the crowd. Neville was screaming and being beaten by a big yellow bull After chasing, Percy even saw several black and white flower bears that he had never seen before, and the whole auditorium was as chaotic as a rioting zoo.

"quiet--"

During the chaos, a loud voice echoed in the auditorium, and the students stopped what they were doing immediately, and turned their heads to look at the gate of the auditorium.

Dumbledore was happily watching the chaos in the auditorium, behind him was Professor McGonagall with a black face.

"It's good to be young..." Dumbledore's cheerful voice sounded, and it was the mantra that has never changed for thousands of years: "Interesting spring water... But I think, in this winter season, what we need should be a little warmth and happiness." Not icy cold water."

"Ahhh..." Neville screamed miserably, and was thrown from the horns by a scalper.

"It seems that you should have finished your dinner." Dumbledore glanced at the four messy long tables: "If there is nothing to follow up, I think you should line up to Madam Pomfrey's to ask for a meal." The evil agent is gone, by the way, I also want to tell you that the quantity of anti-evil agent in the infirmary is limited, if you arrive late, you can only ask your potion master for it."

The students were stunned when they heard the words, and rushed out of the auditorium in the next second, scrambling to rush towards the infirmary.

Iger patted his wet body casually, and a warm whirlwind blew over his body, making the wet clothes dry again.

"I'm sorry, Professor..." Iger spread his hands.

"I thought you wouldn't mess with Mr. Morrissey together." Professor McGonagall looked very angry, sniffing his nose constantly, and staring at Iger sternly.

"Yeah, I was indeed... but there was a little accident." Iger grinned awkwardly.

He suddenly hated this magic immune physique. It would be great if he could rush to the infirmary like everyone else at this time, so as not to be lectured by Professor McGonagall here.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't seem to have the intention to get to the bottom of it. The older cat girl originally wanted to deduct 50 points from each college, but after thinking about it, it seemed meaningless, so she had to give up in the end. She just warned the twins once again and left angrily. .

"It's a pity... such an interesting group event is rare."

At night, in the Gryffindor Tower, Fred muttered sadly.

"Is that called a group activity?" Iger's mouth twitched: "That's called a riot, right?"

"Don't care about those details." George smiled and waved his hands: "Thanks to Niquan, our funds returned quickly. Have you received a letter from Remus? He said he found it at a fork in Diagon Alley." I bought a nice shop, and it only cost more than 500 galleons to buy the whole thing."

"It doesn't matter. To me, money is just a number." Iger pretended to be low-key.

"Listen, is this speaking in human language?" Fred casually pointed at Iger.

"He wasn't human at all." George added a knife.

Iger felt a bit of a toothache. Although it was true to say so, why did he always want to hit someone?

Ignoring the two twins who were talking cross talk like crazy, Iger turned around and went back to the dormitory. Hermione was holding a book and staring at it. The dim light shone on the little girl's beautiful face. swing.

"What's wrong?" Noticing Iger's gaze, Hermione blushed a little.

Egmo took off his robe without making a sound, and then shouted: "Eight Gate Dunjia, Jingmen, open!"

Immediately, under the bewildered eyes of the little girl, she rushed forward...

Soon, Iger understood a truth.

Bamen dunjia is worthy of being a Konoha forbidden technique, it really hurts the body after using it for a long time...

...

Maybe it's been raining for too long before, and the time has entered the November season, and the whole of Scotland seems to have become drier. Although the air is still a little cold, it doesn't have the annoying dampness and coldness before.

A black cat squatted on the roof of the castle and watched the newly admitted students below take flying lessons. Iger felt very satisfied.

In recent schools, people seem to have found the most suitable way of life.

Sirius would try to ask Yao Minqi to do something every day. Harry would pour himself a bucket of water before each Potions class, and change his personality to divert Snape's attention. Now the Potions class gradually began to change. It was serene and beautiful, and Snape, who had been hated by the students before, seemed to be kind again.

It was November, and the Peter Pettigrew prison escape incident, which had been a turmoil, gradually subsided. Fudge's original idea of ​​​​equipping Hogwarts with some dementors was also "declined" by Iger.

Iger actually doesn't care much about whether Peter Pettigrew will come to rescue Voldemort. Anyway, Voldemort will have to be resurrected sooner or later. It's best to do it in his own way, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't.

Anyway, sooner or later he will be killed...

But Iger doesn't care about these things, he cares more about who released Pettigrew Peter.

I don't know why, Iger always feels that the other party doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions, otherwise he wouldn't just release Peter Pettigrew.

But what is the purpose of the other party? Is it really for Voldemort?

Iger shook his head. He always felt that people's attention was not right. When he thought of Peter Pettigrew, he immediately thought that the other party was to save Voldemort, but Iger always felt that it was a bit inconsistent.

Lying leisurely on the top of the castle tower, Iger stretched comfortably.

Since Animagus turned into a cat, Iger felt that he was getting lazy.

After becoming a demon, Iger also discovered some interesting changes in his body.

For example, casting spells is more handy, and even Iger feels that it is not so much handy as it means that some wishes come true, and he always feels faintly that this body still has many abilities that he has not discovered by himself.

Intuition told Iger that it was an extremely powerful and vast ability.

But what good is that? Lao Tzu is already invincible.

Looking into the distance boredly, the black cat flicked its tail and hummed.

Invincible is so ~ so lonely...

"Egger..."

Dumbledore's voice rang in Iger's ears, and the furry cat's ears trembled, and Iger appeared in the principal's office in an instant.

In the principal's room, Fox was looking at Iger from the astronomical observatory on the roof, looking a little guilty, and Dumbledore was looking at a letter cheerfully.

On the letter is a logo of a fire phoenix, and several Chinese characters of flying and flying: Kunlun hall.

"What's the matter?" The black cat stood up, and Iger leaned back on the soft chair.

"Have you heard of the Triwizard Tournament?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"Want to participate in the Kunlun Hall?" Iger grinned, guessing the cause and effect of the incident.

"That's it..." Dumbledore nodded: "Do you have any ideas?"

"Isn't that good?" Iger laughed: "What Mr. Jiang wants is nothing more than to increase the influence of Kunlun Hall in the international magic world, and the main purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to compete and communicate without conflict. on them."

"I think so too, but before the Ministry of Magic proposed to restart the Triwizard Tournament, it was rejected by the two headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang."

"Why?" Iger frowned, this is not right, it stands to reason that they should rush over to compete...

"Maybe it's because of you... You know, Karkaroff was scared by you at the beginning, and Madam Maxim thought it would be unfair for other schools to have you participate." Dumbledore laughed cheerfully, It seems a little proud.

"So... the Ministry of Magic wants to hold this competition. For their influence, you also want to hold this competition. For the influence of Hogwarts, their two schools actually want to participate in the competition, but because of my The reason is that I dare not participate...Is that so?" Iger pinched his chin and thought.

"Probably so." Dumbledore said with a smile, as if you were so smart.

Iger narrowed his eyes slightly: "So they hope you can come to do my work... Ah old man, tell me! How much benefit have you received?"

Dumbledore felt a little heart attack for a moment.

Did this kid lose money? How did he come up with this?

"It's confiscated..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "I know you don't particularly like money, you just like to join in the fun, so...if you don't participate in the competition, I can arrange a more suitable job for you. "

"What job?" Iger was taken aback.

"How about the referee?" Dumbledore laughed.

"become!"

In this way, the evil PY transaction was settled between the two of them.

At the same time, a letter was sent from Dumbledore.

"I've already told them that one more rule will be added to the competition this year..." Dumbledore rambled on.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid that I'll go back on my word?" Iger curled his lips.

"No, I'm afraid they won't be at ease." Dumbledore looked at Iger and blinked: "One more thing is... only humans can participate in the competition..."

Fuck, it hurts the old man.

Iger watched Dumbledore blink and blink, and then flew into a rage.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Are you going to engage in racial discrimination? I never thought that you would do this kind of thing, old man!" Iger yelled angrily: "You have the ability to organize competitions, You have the ability to let me participate!"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly, letting Iger continue to be a monster in the office.

I'm old... I can't beat it...

"I thought the most serious racial discrimination in the world should be fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-five plus points, I didn't expect you to be more than them! Are you calling me a human? Are you? You talk ..."

After sending Iger away in a good way, Dumbledore slumped on the chair with a wry smile and shook his head: "Am I old?"

"Hmph...that's a lot of beards." Phineas never missed an opportunity to lash out at Dumbledore.

"Perhaps you should leave the opportunity to young people." The chubby Dai Lisi laughed.

"Reasonably, I think Iger's kid is pretty good." Slytherin said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, if he becomes the headmaster, within three days, the school rules set by us people will become a dead letter..." Phineas's sense of Iger is not as good as Dumbledore, and then he turned his head to look at Dumbledore Lido laughed loudly: "Who told me that he didn't have a tail?"

Dumbledore: "..."

This guy is so annoying, find a chance to burn his portrait...