Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

After Christmas, Iger never asked questions about the Final Four.

Recently he has been busy with one thing.

Christmas is over, but some people don't celebrate Christmas.

For example, international friends from my hometown in the East, they celebrate the Spring Festival...

"What is this?"

In the kitchen, Hermione looked suspiciously at the unknown object Yao Minqi made.

"It's called dumplings." Yao Minqi crossed her arms triumphantly, behind Sirius with a face full of flour and a doggy smile.

Iger curled his lips: "Dumplings? This is obviously a steamed stuffed bun! My waist is about to break!"

Yao Minqi sneered, and threw Iger aside like a dead fish: "I said it's a dumpling, it's a dumpling!"

"deideidei, you said dei!" Iger nodded his head in a hurry, and stood up while supporting his weak waist: "Although this dumpling is a bit big..."

click...

"Grass, is it broken? It must be broken, right?" Iger burst into tears.

"Illusion." Yao Minqi let go of Iger's legs calmly.

"I heard you fart!" Iger was furious.

Yao Minqi was furious: "You're just farting! What did you hear?"

"So...you heard her fart?" Not far away, You Mengyu wiped the flour from her face, and glanced at Iger expressionlessly.

Iger smiled: "A silent fart is the deadliest thing..."

click...

"Today is twenty-nine, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve. I must let the students I bring live an authentic hometown year!" Yao Minqi clenched her fists swearing.

I feel like a star...

Iger looked at the dumplings made by Yao Minqi with sympathy.

This stuff shouldn't kill anyone...

To be reasonable, compared to the dumplings made by Hermione, the appearance of Yao Minqi's dumplings is quite good.

But there is a saying in this world, which is relatively speaking...

It's only relatively speaking...

"Obviously, every year, we make dumplings for the students. Is it bad that I make dumplings?" Yao Minqi looked at the four different things she had made with a little disappointment.

"I suggest letting the house elves come." Iger spread his hands.

"Evil slavery, stay away from me." Yao Minqi snorted.

"Actually, I strongly disapprove of the slavery system of house elves." Sirius muttered behind Yao Minqi: "Thinking in another way, none of us would like to be other people's slaves, would we?"

I bother! You smelly and shameless!

How did you treat old Kreacher? forget?

If it weren't for Lao Tzu, you would have died at the hands of your own house elf sooner or later!

Iger looked at Sirius with disdain, and Sirius stood behind Yao Minqi without blushing or panting.

Let's be clear about our political stance, right?

"Oh, thank goodness you're all there."

The door was opened, and Hagrid hurried into the kitchen: "I heard from Hermione that the little wizards of the East will also have a unique festival, saying that they will make something similar to pie. I am thinking of you guys." Maybe I need to help, haha, I rushed here before I even had time to feed Lu Wei's dinner, are you happy?"

Iger: "..."

Not happy, really, not happy at all...

Harry and Ron, who were struggling to make dumplings, turned their heads and gave Hermione a blank look.

Is it not good to live?

Originally, things like making dumplings are enough to worry about...

Hermione lowered her head in shame, then glanced at Iger apologetically, and said silently: "I didn't ask him to help."

"Yes, but Hagrid has always been so enthusiastic." Iger nodded with emotion: "It's okay, I think there are still people who are more accustomed to his cooking skills."

"Who?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Dumbledore..." Iger curled his lips: "He said that he believed in Hagrid, and could even entrust his life to Hagrid. Now is the time to test the authenticity of his words..."

Hermione: "..."

What you said...is the same thing?

"No need for Hagrid..." Harry quickly waved his hand: "This job is too delicate, your fingers may not be suitable."

"Oh, it's okay, I can pack a bigger one." Hagrid patted his chest confidently.

Ron shrugged: "Double the damage..."

Iger clapped his hands: "We can pack like this!"

As he said that, the dumpling wrappers on the table flew up automatically, and the spoon scooped up a spoonful of meat filling and wrapped them in, and a dumpling was formed like this.

Yao Minqi snorted, "Dumplings are only delicious if they are made by hand!"

Iger glanced at the four images that Yao Minqi had packaged: "Are you... sure?"

click...

"ah!!!"

...

Early the next morning, Iger grinned and rubbed his sore waist and came to the auditorium. Today's auditorium is completely different from the usual mysterious castle style.

Little red lanterns floated high above the auditorium, and the weather above the auditorium was clear and clear.

The twins are attracting the attention of a group of people. Fireworks are crackling, and small red firecrackers are crackling in the auditorium. Professor McGonagall, who is on the teacher's bench, doesn't seem to have seen it. The older cat girl is wearing a red robe. He was happily talking to Yao Minqi beside him.

It seems that this is the first time the whole school celebrates an exotic festival, and a large number of catgirls are too lazy to argue with the twins.

"Iger, Happy New Year." Harry clasped his fists and smiled at Iger, speaking blunt Chinese.

"Xinlian is good..." Ron seemed to have a big tongue

Iger happily watched the two arch their hands together: "Happy New Year, Happy New Year."

"How do you speak Chinese so well?" Harry looked at Iger enviously.

"Don't forget, I stayed in China for a month before." Iger grinned, muttering quietly in his heart.

And the twenty years of my previous life...

"Is Chinese so easy? You can learn it in a month?" Harry looked at You Mengyu curiously.

You Mengyu turned her head expressionlessly.

hehe…

a month?

Learning pinyin is enough...

If you want to learn how to speak red carp and green carp and donkey, or eight hundred pacesetters rushing to the north slope, or a dialect that is a little bit more out of the way... If you have dialed the language of the Kama curb, you probably have to do it A Chinese green card will last half my life...

Today's breakfast changed from the old style of grilled sausages with eggs and milk, and all became rice porridge with wonton buns. A group of students who ate it hiccupped.

The recipe for breakfast is the recipe Iger gave to the elves. Iger is not sure if the students will like these foods, but it seems that they are delicious.

At least Crabbe and Goyle are like this, two big fat guys are scrambling to swallow a bun.

Iger even suspected that these two guys would eat it without saying a word even if they added some feces to the steamed stuffed bun...

Even have to grab...

But Iger always thought that Goyle was pretty good, and that guy named Crabbe was really mentally retarded.

Although he has been by Malfoy's side like a second idiot, he really went to the killer at the critical moment.

Not to mention anything else, just the Avada shot at Hermione in the original book and the Fierce Fire that was released regardless of the consequences, Iger silently sentenced him to death in his heart.

It doesn't have to be killed, but if something goes wrong, he will definitely be the first to be killed...

It's just so unreasonable.

This world is like this, the weak are not qualified to reason...

Only the strong can speak the truth, and the big fist is the last word.

For those who are superior, they can always find a way to justify themselves. Iger doesn't like the style of big people, but it doesn't mean he can't use...

Xilihulu's voice rang in his ears, and Iger turned to look at Ron, only to find that there was a person with a appetite comparable to Crabbe and Goyle beside him.

Ron's stature has grown very fast recently, and his appetite has become extraordinarily large. Those who know it know that he is in puberty, but those who don't know think that the blood of the troll is about to awaken.

"How does breakfast taste?" Iger looked at Ron curiously.

"Yeah, it's delicious." Ron nodded his head hastily, and he ate another meat bun.

Iger nodded: "You are happy."

"Hey guys, do you want to set off some firecrackers? We found that these things are no worse than fireworks." Fred Xing hurried over with a bunch of firecrackers.

"I'll come, I'll come." Ron blurted out what was in his mouth, and grabbed a firecracker all over his face.

Seeing Ron grab the firecrackers, the eyes of the twins flashed brightly.

Although the two of them were already trying their best to cover up, the excitement was still captured by Iger very keenly.

Calmly propping up a transparent shield in front of him that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, Iger looked at Ron expressionlessly.

"Light it on fire and throw it out, right?" Ron asked, looking at the twins.

"Ah, that's right, you can also put it in one place, then light it on fire and run away." George said quickly.

Harry looked at the firecrackers in Ron's hands and frowned slightly. Although the things the twins took out were very interesting, they seemed to be the ones who suffered every time. He wanted to remind Ron, but looked at There seemed to be nothing wrong with the firecrackers, the red ones the twins set off just now were the same.

The only difference may be that the Chinese characters above are a little different.

But there should be no problem, the gunpowder twister of the firecracker is very long and looks safe.

Harry didn't notice that You Mengyu moved away a long distance without making a sound.

"Look at mine." Ron Xing hurriedly put the firecrackers aside, took out his wand, and the tip of the wand spewed out flames slightly.

Harry covered his ears, stepped back slightly, and Iger narrowed his eyes slightly.

Hermione hid her head behind the book, the little girl didn't like the crackling of firecrackers as much as fireworks, and was even a little scared.

Wei Wei stretched out his hand to probe forward, Ron made up his mind, and he backed away the moment he touched it.

The young man is not stupid, he knows that the things belonging to the twins are not so easy to ask for.

Under the eyes of everyone, the dancing flame from the tip of Ron's staff touched the gunpowder twister of the firecracker.

For a moment, boom!

The long lead wire didn't seem to be of much use. The moment the flame touched the lead wire, a loud bang resounded throughout the auditorium, and a puff of black smoke drifted away from Ron.

Ron blinked blankly, turned to look at Iger and the others: "What happened just now?"

"puff!!!"

Iger immediately drooled and went out more than one meter away, then hugged his stomach and laughed crazily.

At this time, Ron's body in front of him was completely black, only a pair of eyes and a mouthful of teeth were white in the whole front, and the rest was completely darker than Lee Jordan.

Jordan is still coffee-colored black, but Ron's body is like a briquette at this time.

The same was true for Harry on the side, and it was useless to avoid it, the pitch black seemed to be imprinted on his body.

There was a burst of laughter in an instant, and Ron looked blankly at his dark body, and then screamed.

"What is this? What is this?" Ron looked at himself and hopped his feet: "Why is it so dark? Why did it explode all at once? Isn't the lead wire very long? What's going on here?"

No one answered him, and everyone was laughing with their stomachs in their arms. Even Professor McGonagall, who was sitting on the teacher's bench, looked at Ron and Harry with a smile on his face.

Dumbledore looked at Ron and nodded cheerfully.

Ron blinked his eyes, looked helplessly at Iger and the others and smiled.

The neat teeth were once again highlighted by the dark face, and Iger couldn't hold back, and laughed again with a poof.

Ron wiped his face in a hurry, but found that it couldn't be wiped off. He had no choice but to drag Harry and the two of them out of the auditorium together. It seemed that they should go to the bathroom...

Twenty minutes later, Ron's roar resounded throughout the floor.

"Why can't it be washed off!"