Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Rowena has appeared, and Godric must have his own personality left behind." In the principal's room, Slytherin looked at Iger with certainty.

"Are you sure?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"I...not sure..." Slytherin laughed twice: "Rowena said she didn't know anything."

Iger curled his lips: "Then what are you talking about..."

Slytherin: "..."

The door of the principal's room was pushed open, and Dumbledore came in with Fudge and some well-dressed people.

"Ah... Iger, it's really great that you are here." Dumbledore looked at Iger cheerfully: "There just happened to be something about the Triwizard Tournament, do you want to know more about it?"

Iger turned his head and looked at Dumbledore curiously: "What's the matter?"

"Some things about the competition events, the three we initially decided are fire dragons, underwater search and maze." Fudge looked at Iger and said.

Iger blinked his eyes, it seems that these three items are in the original book...

In other words, this group of cadres from the Ministry of Magic just decided on the preliminary plan so casually?

Then why do you ask me...

Iger frowned slightly: "Fire Dragon...isn't it..."

"Just let them take something away from the fire dragon, it won't be too dangerous." Fudge interrupted Iger's words, vowing to promise.

He suddenly felt that Iger was not so bad anymore, at least Iger would still think about the players.

"Isn't it too simple?" Iger raised his eyelids.

Fudge: "..."

Fuck, you are so cruel...

"Ahem... I think... it should be okay, it's not too simple." Fudge looked at Iger in embarrassment, and muttered in his heart.

at least i can't...

"I think...it's still too simple." Iger spread his hands: "Just pass the fire dragon and lure them away. You can use the gill grass under the water. The maze depends on luck.

Whoever runs fast can win the championship, I can think of things that are so poor in my grades, and you all look down on these heaven's favorites..."

A group of people looked at Iger and fell silent. The proud son of heaven does not have your unreasonable strength...

But even so, they felt that what Iger said was reasonable, but this competition has not been held for seven hundred years, and no one knows what the specific process is like.

"Then what's your suggestion?" Dumbledore looked at Iger curiously.

Iger smiled, very happily.

Tell you not to take me to play, if this is the case, don't even think about having fun...

"I still have a clear understanding of the strength of the students I have taught. They can even use the Patronus Charm with ease, let alone the ordinary Defense Against the Dark Arts." Iger shook his head: "The fire dragon is okay, what if the warrior is a road idiot when looking for people underwater?"

Dumbledore: "..."

"Some people can't tell the difference between south, east and north on the shore, let alone in the water. In the eyes of Lu Chi, the same place is different during the day and night, and summer and winter are different..." Iger spread his hands : "If you have to find someone... I am willing to provide the Forbidden Forest to everyone for free. What do you think?"

Fudge: "..."

This guy really did it on purpose.

He's trying to murder, right?

"Where's the maze?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with interest.

"What's the use of that thing? Is it selling tickets?" Iger curled his lips: "Isn't it about competing for strength? Why do you have to go into the maze?"

"Then what do you say?" Fudge looked at Iger helplessly.

To be honest, he really doesn't want to talk to Iger, but the identity of the other party is still too sensitive. The landlords of Hogwarts are a group of stronger ones. The most important thing is that the other party is not reasonable...

"It's simple, it's a one-on-one match, and the winner is the one who stands at the end." Iger waved his hand: "Isn't it a fight for hegemony? Let's fight..."

"..."

In the end, Iger's proposal was rejected by everyone. According to Fudge, it was too outrageous...

However, although the proposal for the third level was rejected, the second level of Forbidden Forest Hunting was retained, but the task of communicating with the creatures in the Forbidden Forest was handed over to Iger and Hagrid.

Iger didn't find it troublesome. No matter how fierce the creature was, it was docile and kitten-like in front of Iger. There was no pressure in this job.

"I think next year's top three... no, now it's the top four..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "Next year's competition may be the most interesting one ever..."

"It's more than worth seeing..." The portrait of Dai Lisi on the wall smiled cheerfully: "You know, the Tournament has been suspended for more than 700 years. It's a pity that I didn't see it when I was alive."

Fudge looked at Dai Lisi's portrait and smiled respectfully: "The prize money we prepared for this competition is 1,000 Galleons, I think..."

"Only a thousand Galleons?" Iger's voice sounded again, and Fudge very much hoped that a thunderbolt would strike the bastard to death at this time.

"It's too stingy, it's only worth two Firebolts." Iger curled his lips.

"With all due respect, a thousand Galleons is quite a lot." Beside Fudge, a slightly fat lady with a kind face smiled at Iger.

"Auntie, if I remember correctly, you belong to the Kingsley family. A Kingsley family can't afford a few thousand Galleons? Please, obviously our British Ministry of Magic is the organizer, so don't be so petty, okay? The Bafang of China The wages of guards for a month are more than 400 Galleons, and their death rate is not so high..." Iger spread his hands: "Hegemony... although I don't like it"

Everyone in the room pouted secretly...

"Although I don't like it, it's a game where the students risk their lives..." Iger grinned, "You only offer a thousand Galleons?"

"Then how much do you say?" Fudge felt a toothache.

"The first place is 3,000 Galleons, and the other three are 1,000 Galleons each." Iger broke his fingers and raised five fingers leisurely...

"Five thousand Galleons?" Fudge was taken aback.

The corner of Iger's eyes twitched suddenly: "Six thousand, big brother..."

"But you obviously put up five fingers." Fudge looked a little aggrieved.

"Nonsense, can I have five fingers on one hand?" Iger rolled his eyes when he heard that.

"Okay, let's not worry about our fingers." Dumbledore pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet: "The question now is, who will pay for the money?"

The room suddenly fell into silence.

The Ministry of Magic looked at Fudge, Fudge looked at Iger, and Iger turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: "..."

Looking at Iger's pure and innocent eyes, Dumbledore's heart seemed to twitch.

Child, can you ask me for my psychological shadow area?

"Hey..." Iger sighed: "Since you are all so reluctant, then I will pay the money."

As he said, Iger raised his chin provocatively towards Dumbledore: "But let me say first, since I have paid the bonus, I must be allowed to advertise my shop. During this period, during non-class hours, the school Students must not be prevented from using our products."

Dumbledore hesitated, but then nodded: "Well, I think it's fine as long as it's not too much."

"In addition, we will advertise during the game." Iger snapped his fingers: "We will hang the slogan of our store."

"That's fine." Dumbledore nodded.

The knowledgeable old man still knows the concept of sponsors.

Fudge and his group left, happily.

Things have been settled in this way, and it is expected that the process will be officially launched when the school starts in the second half of the year.

"Goo..." Fox huddled on the shelf and looked at Iger timidly.

"There's something wrong with you recently. I know a good veterinarian who is my mother's friend. Do you want to go see it?" Iger squinted at Fox.

"Don't..." Fox flapped his wings and flew away.

"I think the reason why he is wrong is because of the little phoenix you brought back." Dumbledore's cheerful voice sounded.

Iger: "???"

"So... I can understand that...he is thinking about spring?" Iger blinked and blinked.

"Of course, just like a restless teenager..." Dumbledore nodded: "But Fox seems to be a bit deflated. The little phoenix from the east seems to be very displeased with him, which makes him deflate again and again."

"It's normal, that bird didn't even bird me before..." Iger curled his lips: "Yes, dare to pry the corner of the wall under my nose..."

Fox didn't hear it and flew out of the window...

"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

Iger was stunned: "How to do what?"

"About the top three... the top four competition." Dumbledore looked straight at Iger, his sharp eyes pointed directly at people's hearts.

"What can I do?" Iger pouted, with a look on your face that you are really interesting.

"Don't say that, child. I have the impression that you are never willing to suffer." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "Let me think about it... If you don't plan to start the game, then the only thing I can think of is to make you stable." The way to make money is to sit on the banker, if possible, I hope you can help me bet 300 Galleons on each player, regardless of the odds, to be honest, I think it should be enough for my pension..."

Iger: "..."

"You're not actually Dumbledore's, are you?" Iger squinted his eyes and looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him, and grabbed the man's beard viciously: "Fairy, hand over Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore: "..."

There was an embarrassing silence in the air, and then Dumbledore said slowly: "There is one more thing..."

"Say..." Iger sat on the soft chair with a stinky face, and he was very unhappy with Dumbledore's way of lowering the odds.

"I'll put an age limit next to the Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore said softly.

"Why?" Iger frowned: "Are you still not at ease with me?"

"Forgive me for making the two little monkeys of the Weasley family unhappy, but I have to do it." Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"But you have to know that if you are selected by the Goblet of Fire, it means that person has such strength, regardless of age." Iger shook his head slightly, and he disapproved of Dumbledore's approach.

"Yeah, I know." Dumbledore nodded: "But strength doesn't mean everything Iger, I'm sure your strength is lighter than mine now, but what I can guarantee is that the two of us will fight to the death and lose It must be you."

Iger was silent, he knew that Dumbledore was right.

"Many factors will affect the performance of the warriors, two of which are the most important: mentality and experience..." Dumbledore stood up and looked at Iger: "I know whether it is Harry Ron or the twins, maybe in your Under the guidance of the team, the strength has developed rapidly, but I don't want them to take that risk."

Iger leaned on the soft chair, tapped the armrest with his fingers, and then shook his head: "Forgive me, Professor, I still don't agree with your idea."

"What?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with interest.

"They will soon be fourteen years old, but the Goblet of Fire is held every five years. I mean, if they miss this opportunity, they will never have the time to strive for glory. Whose youth is not crazy professor?" Iger Standing up, Dumbledore laughed.

"If they can't participate, it will be their regret, but Professor..." Iger narrowed his eyes: "You know what it feels like to regret."

"But in this way... the children participating in the competition may die." Dumbledore had a trace of hesitation on his face.

"Let's be a hypothetical professor..." Iger paced slowly, stretching out his hand and gesticulating: "To give the simplest example, if you were at their age... what would you do?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, and outside the window, Fox was choking, not daring to enter the house because of Iger's presence.

After a long time, Dumbledore nodded slowly: "You are right... Maybe I am really too old..."

Iger spread his hands: "Once in a lifetime, I think those boys will like it. Even if they are not selected, I don't think it will make them regret it."

"Iger..." Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Iger's words: "You have to promise me...to protect them."

"Of course, I will." Iger nodded.

"Make sure they all survive." Dumbledore looked at Iger with deep eyes: "You know, those projects are not as easy as you just said."

"Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky." Iger's mouth curled up: "Have you heard of this sentence, professor? I will do my best to protect them, but I can't guarantee that there will be no casualties."

Dumbledore hesitated: "But this..."

"There's nothing wrong with the old man..." Iger waved his hand: "The road is our own. The only thing we have to do is to clarify the danger of this matter before this, and ensure that the students can think twice before acting. This is for them. Responsibility for life."

Dumbledore's face looked haggard, and it seemed that he still felt uncertain about Iger's words.

"The flowers in the greenhouse may be beautiful, but the roses that grow against the wind and rain are the healthiest." Iger shook his head: "I will do my best to ensure their safety, so don't worry."

Dumbledore nodded slowly: "In that case, I'll leave it to you, little egg."

"Don't! Call me! Little egg!" Iger yelled angrily.

'boom'

The door to the principal's room was closed, Dumbledore leaned back on the chair quietly, his long beard moved slightly: "I am indeed old."

"Enough, it's not the first time you've said this, damn it, you said it thirty years ago..." Phineas yelled angrily, "Why did you live so long? Forget it Is it over a hundred years old?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Ah... yes, speaking of it, I drank the elixir of life once..."

"How does it taste?" Dai Lisi looked at Dumbledore curiously.

"To be honest, it's not very good..." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully: "A little bit of water squeezed out of the stinky quilt..."

"Ah...that's disgusting..." Phineas looked disgusted.

"You should pray that he lives longer..." In the portrait on the side, Slytherin slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Phineas: "He is dead, which means that the boy is not far from entering the principal's office..."

Phineas was stunned: "I think, should you drink more?"