Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"As for Professor Kettleburn, although he looks tattered and always gets hurt by those cute little guys, he is also a very rich professor." Hagrid rubbed Iger's little head : "There are too many good things about magical creatures, but I don't really like exchanging their creations for money, which always makes me feel a bit reluctant."

Iger nodded in agreement. Except for the centaur, all the creatures in the Forbidden Forest are Hagrid's own sons...

There are countless dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest. Judging from the in-depth study of the two of them in the past month, there are far more dangerous creatures than the ones mentioned in the book, but it is strange to say that these creatures have always been By not attacking Hagrid, they obviously regard Hagrid as a friend, and even the male-hating unicorns don't mind Hagrid being closer to them.

Maybe it's because they get along day and night and have feelings? Iger was a little puzzled.

Speaking of Professor Kettleburn, Hagrid seemed to think of something: "By the way, Professor Kettleburn will retire in a few years, and he recommended me to Dumbledore as the new magical Biology professor, please don't tell anyone."

Hagrid's small black beetle-like eyes shone with excitement, and Iger looked at him and laughed: "Do you want me to cast a loyalty spell?"

"No, no, no need." Hagrid hurriedly stopped Iger's mess.

"Just kidding, in fact, I don't know." Iger shrugged: "I'm going to the other side of the Black Lake to try flying this broom. I haven't played it in Hogwarts for so long."

"I suggest that you'd better ask Mrs. Hooch to teach you how to fly, otherwise the first flight may be a bit dangerous." Hagrid suggested.

Iger didn't care either: "It's okay, I will bring Buckbeak, he is very sensible."

Half an hour later, beside the Black Lake, Buckbeak splashed the water with his sharp front claws. It seemed that he wanted to catch two fish. Iger knew that he was just bored, because Iger had already fed it before he came. A few field mice passed it.

Looking at the broom next to him, Iger stretched out his hand: "Get up!"

With a 'whoosh' sound, the broom fell into Iger's hands.

"It seems that I still have some talent." Iger grinned. The main reason why he didn't choose to test the flight in the academy was because he was afraid that he would not understand how to ride and be ashamed...

But looking at Iger's current appearance, riding a broom is probably not difficult.

"It's better to fly better. I have only ridden a bicycle when I grow up..." Iger rode on the broom, kicked his feet, the broom soared into the sky, and the whistling wind blew past his ears. Dexterously turning in the air.

There was a cry of an eagle, and on the ground, Buckbeak flapped his wings and followed Iger, and two figures flew across the black lake at high speed.

For the first time flying, the feeling of the buttocks in the imagination did not come. Iger felt as if there was something holding him under him. It should be the magic that comes with the broom. This made Iger relieved, at least don’t worry about getting stuck Already...

The big baby is developing and can't be treated carelessly.

In the evening, Iger, who had been flying all afternoon, appeared in Snape's office on time.

Snape seemed in a bad mood. Although he had always had that expression, Iger could tell the difference between "not good" and "very bad" after a month of contact.

"What did you learn today?" Iger looked at Snape and asked.

"Launch the spell, Vadi Vasi..." Snape kept his face away from looking at Iger: "I have already told you the spell, and I guess you will learn it as soon as possible. Don't bother me, you can go out now."

Iger's short little man nodded his feet vigorously, stretched his head and looked at Snape's notebook: "Why are you so sluggish today? It's not your style, Severus~"

Snape took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as best he could.

You can't hit him, you can't hit him...

He told himself so...

"The new potion I invented lacks a strong poison,

There is currently nothing that can replace it. "Snape's voice was still so dull and gloomy: "But this obviously has nothing to do with you, or can you help me find a suitable venom?" "

"Hagrid can help you find the acromantula's venom, just tell him." Iger looked up at Snape.

"Acromanta's venom is not so much venom as it is a powerful anesthetic. Although it is called highly poisonous, the toxicity is not particularly strong. It is what they use to paralyze their prey." Snape's face was still gloomy: "You Should read more books to fill your…”

"A brain smaller than a mung bean?" Iger continued blankly.

Snape glanced at Iger, seemingly satisfied that Iger would answer quickly.

"I do know a kind of venom, which works quickly and is super powerful. I don't know if you have the courage to take it." Iger lay down on Snape's desk, resting his chin on Snape's notes, The two legs are up and down.

"I'm curious..." Snape looked cold.

"Have you ever heard of the Chamber of Secrets?" Iger held his head in one hand and pinched his waist with the other, lying sideways on Snape's desk, imitating Deadpool's cheap moves, looking at Snape cheerfully, and then looked at Until Snape's face gradually turned livid.

"Are you here to make fun of me?" Snape reached out and picked up the collar of Iger's neck, and threw it aside like a chicken: "I don't have that much time to listen to your nonsense."

Immediately, Snape felt his head sink, and Iger's thin body climbed onto his shoulders, and he looked down at Snape upside down: "What I said is true, I know where the secret room is and how to get in, there is What, the toxicity is guaranteed to be strong enough!"

Snape could swear, he grew so big, Iger was the first person who dared to ride on his shoulders, Voldemort had never done this before!

Looking at Iger's face with a gloomy expression, Snape said slowly after a while, "Take me there."

A few minutes later, Aigle rushed into the principal's office, followed by Snape in stride.

Looking at the empty principal's office, Iger moved over a chair, trying to take the sorting hat off the tall cabinet.

Snape impatiently reached out and took off the sorting hat, obviously knowing the correct usage of the hat.

Immediately, Iger leaned over to Fox on the shelf, staring at Red Phoenix in front of him with burning eyes: "Shall I take you to play?"

Fox moved his paws, wanting to stay away from this psychopath, but before it could move away, Iger's cheap little hands slammed onto its paws, and held it upside down in his hands.

There was a panicked cry, and Fox looked at the kid who was carrying him in humiliation.

It didn't dare to move around. With its strength, just flapping its wings could kill Iger.

Iger hugged it in his arms and smoothed its hair: "Hey, let's go back as soon as we go, I need your help."

Afterwards, the students at Hogwarts saw Iger holding Fox in his arms, and Snape striding behind him with a broken hat in his hand. The two rushed all the way into the girls' bathroom on the third floor...

Snape looked at Iger with an ugly face, the meaning was obvious, and I wanted a reasonable explanation.

Iger scratched his head, turned to look at Snape, and said dryly, "Do you know Parseltongue?"

After a while, Iger was carried by Snape and followed him to the library in a flash.

Ignoring the surprised eyes of Mrs. Pince and the students, Snape led Iger into the restricted area.

Snape's eyes quickly scanned the books on the shelf, and finally stopped on a "Book of Blood", then picked it up and left, and Mrs. Pince was stunned for a while.

In the principal's office, Snape flipped through the book of blood, opened a page, and then looked at Iger: "What words do you need?"

Iger looked at the book in his hand curiously: "Open it, and there is 'Talk to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Big Four'."

"What a joke..." Snape said in a gloomy voice, holding a piece of parchment in his hand and planning to write something.

Iger nodded in agreement: "Yes, I also think it's too shameless."

Looking at the obscure symbols in the book, although Iger didn't recognize them, he felt inexplicably familiar, as if they were articles teaching literacy in children's books.

What's this? Is it phonetic? He read it subconsciously, and a hoarse hiss came out of Iger's mouth.

Iger was surprised to find that he could understand the words above, and read aloud? Do you have talent in this area?

He turned his head to show off to Snape, but saw Snape staring at him blankly.

"What tricks are you... playing?" Snape's face became visibly ugly, uglier than ever when Iger was angry with him, and there seemed to be a hint of panic mixed with it.

"Isn't this the translated version?" Iger was taken aback.

Snape turned the book forward a few pages with an ugly face, and a line of single titles appeared in front of Iger: Blood of Slytherin, original text of Parseltongue...

Iger's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared blankly at Snape, a little at a loss.

What kind of emotion is this not a translation? !

Although he has been in the UK for eight years, Iger's writing skills are obviously not very good compared to his spoken English. He thought he had read some strange writing somewhere.

"You are a Parseltongue? You don't know?" Snape looked at Iger with a sullen face.

Iger was also confused for a while: "Am I so awesome?"

"Answer my question!" Snape suddenly became angry, am I fucking joking with you about such a serious matter?

"I don't know either!" Iger said dryly, frowning and thinking hard: "It shouldn't be, Voldemort's family is dead..."

Snape's two thin big hands immediately pressed Iger's shoulders, staring at Iger with his eyes: "Is it possible that you are his descendant?"

Iger waved his hand blankly: "It's impossible."

"The old lady Hull said that I was picked up at the gate of the orphanage. I am eight years old. Voldemort hadn't fallen when I was born. If it was his blood, I would never have appeared at the gate of the Muggle orphanage." Iger Explained: "And, as far as I know, Voldemort should have no children so far. Believe me, I know him better than you."

Snape stared into Iger's eyes for a while, and then slowly let go of Iger.

"It seems that this book won't be needed anymore." Throwing the thick book on the office table, Snape picked Iger up like a chicken, and strode towards the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

Iger held Fox with a blank expression, swinging it in Snape's hands, not to mention, he thought it was quite fun.

As for Parseltongue, Iger doesn't care at all. Slytherin's blood has been passed down for thousands of years. As far as I know, many families with the blood of magical creatures in the magic world have strange abilities.

Snake language? It's not surprising, Slytherins are never the only ones who play with snakes, Xu Xian also dares to play, maybe there are more tricks...

Of course, that’s what I said, but according to the research, Slytherin’s Parseltongue should be an awakened innate ability, just like Harry Potter’s ability to play with a broom, there must be some people who have awakened it for thousands of years , For example, Professor McGonagall can make the cat listen to him, isn't the Dumbledore family also protected by the phoenix, Grindelwald can't do it.

Even according to Iger's speculation, the reason why the pure-blood family is so fanatical may be because the blood of the ancestors contains a certain ability. This bloodline ability, I hope that one day it will be able to reproduce its glory...

emmm... very good at controlling the population...

"I remember that Dumbledore seems to be able to speak Parseltongue..." Iger laughed: "Could he be Voldemort's real father?"

Snape didn't even look at him, and a gloomy voice rang in Iger's ear: "Dumbledore can speak Parseltongue, but he learned it by himself, and I also know that he can speak mermaid and goblin, as well as various A gibberish language."

"Ah...Si Guoyi..." Iger waved to a little girl who was peeping at his Hufflepuff in the distance. The little girl ran away in panic. Iger thought that Snape might have scared her.

Fox cooed dissatisfied in Iger's arms, and seemed to be still brooding over Iger's rude behavior.

"Here, turn it on." Snape put Iger down casually, and Iger turned around several faucets in the bathroom, and found a small snake on the side of one of the faucets.

"Open." Iger looked at the little snake. He was not yet able to use the Parseltongue as he wanted, but Iger did feel that he could speak out at any time as long as he wanted, instead of having to see it like Harry did. Snakes can talk.

There was a rumbling sound, several pools split and suspended in mid-air, and a dark and bottomless pipe appeared in front of the two of them.

Looking at the dark pipe, Iger hugged Fox and jumped down without thinking. Snape subconsciously wanted to stop his rash impulse, but he was a step too late. In desperation, he had to jump down together.

Inside the pipe, Iger's excited shout came, and Snape's face was dark.

What did he think he was doing? Are you going down the slide?

When the figures of the two appeared at the bottom of the pipeline, Snape looked at the huge green monster in front of him, his face became even more ugly, even a little distorted. Looking at the snake slough that was dozens of meters long in front of him, Snape swore, If he listens to Iger's nonsense again, he will be a stinky idiot!

Didn't say it was so big!

Snape didn't know that the chamber of secrets was opened fifty years ago. In fact, Snape is not yet forty years old, younger than Lucius Malfoy, and he is the same age as James. By the time he went to school, the craze for the Chamber of Secrets had subsided, and he just knew there was such a place.

"What the hell is here?" Snape's face was gloomy.

Iger looked at Snape's appearance and laughed: "Basilisk~ thick and long basilisk!"