Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"What's that?" Iger looked at the twins curiously and asked.

"Scare firecrackers will explode the moment they touch the fire, and the lead wire is just a decoration." Fred said with a smirk: "Just one click will stick a black substance within a radius of two meters. We Tried, that speed can’t be avoided at all.”

"The moment the fire touched it, it exploded..." George laughed loudly: "No matter how you hide, you won't be able to avoid it."

"Can it be washed off?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, but you have to use a strong cleaning agent, which is more difficult." Fred spread his hands.

"This invention is really wicked." Hermione frowned slightly and muttered softly, "It's too bad."

"I think it's very interesting. We usually play it with the brats..." You Mengyu raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "It effectively calmed down those troublemakers."

"Maybe I'll be beaten up." Fred nodded.

"Yeah, don't ask us how we know, if Charlie and Bill come back..." George grinned, as if ready to face death.

Ignoring the two snake-like twins, Iger returned to the common room after breakfast and went to live in it. In the middle of winter, the soft chair next to the fireplace in the lounge is the warmest.

As soon as he returned to the lounge, he saw two black men walking in dejectedly.

Iger couldn't hold back, and laughed again.

Harry rolled his dazzling eyes and went back to the dormitory, while Ron sat beside Iger with his head downcast.

"What's wrong?" Iger turned to look at Ron, who was hesitant to speak.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little unlucky, why is it always me?" Ron's face was weird.

"What's always you?" Iger was taken aback.

Ron pursed his lips: "Why is it always me who is unlucky?"

"What...mean?" Iger was a little puzzled.

Ron hung his head, looking a little lost: "I'm the youngest boy at home,

Never noticed, and always picked on by Fred and George. "

"When I came to school, one of my friends was better than the other. Harry, you, Hermione, even a Chinese girl sitting next to us has insight that I don't have." I can't say anything to Harry, but Iger, I get jealous of you guys sometimes..."

"I don't know why, I only dare to say these words to you, maybe because you told me that we are great because of being ordinary, but Iger, can ordinary people really be great?" Ron hung his head, his face pale Ugly.

"I think it's useless for you to think about it." Iger shook his head slightly.

"Yeah... who cares." Ron patted his forehead in frustration.

"No, what I mean is, why do you have to be so inferior?" Iger spread his hands: "You also said that we are better than the other, and excellent people will only be friends with excellent people, Ron."

"Why don't you take a look at your own excellence?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

"I'm useless, can you think of it?" Ron licked his dry lips and looked at Iger helplessly.

"Your hair is very red." Iger raised his chin.

Ron: "..."

Is this an advantage?

"The greatest chess game of the century?" Iger grinned.

Ron looked much better looking.

"Is there anything else?" Ron looked at Iger expectantly.

"God, how many advantages do you want?" Iger shook his head: "I only have two advantages."

"What?" Ron looked at Iger curiously.

"Strong, handsome." Iger said with a serious face: "Ask yourself, aside from these two points, is there anything else I can do?"

"You have horns on your head and a tail behind you, brother." Ron looked more confident, looked at Iger and laughed: "How did you sing that song, it's the one you sang that time..."

Whoosh...

"Spicy and sweet!" Iger waved his hand expressionlessly, and a red-haired man flew back to the upstairs bedroom in a whirl: "Don't come out and run around with a dark face, it's scary to smile."

"..."

Iger can probably understand Ron's feeling. Every time he is teased, he is the one who gets the least attention. The friends around him are better than the other, and there will be gaps in their hearts.

But after thinking about what happened to Harry Potter, Iger felt that Ron's situation was actually okay...

Everyone will have inferiority complex, but sometimes, inferiority complex may not be the driving force for people to work hard.

The people around Ron are better than the other. Harry is good at Quidditch, Hermione has good grades, and he is strong.

Dad's at the Ministry of Magic, the twins are thriving, Charlie Weasley's How to Train Your Dragon, Bill's at Gringotts, and bumbling Percy is a prefect.

Just kidding, boy, you are so tough in the backstage, why do you and I feel inferior?

This lineup, even a pig can take off, okay?

Iger felt that Ron's self-esteem of adolescents was at work.

To use an analogy, most boys want to be a man of indomitable spirit. In the future, money and beautiful women, no, it will be a double harvest of career and love...

And what about when boys pass this puberty into their twenties?

They will want to find a young, promising, youthful and beautiful rich woman to take care of themselves...

The lofty ambitions of the past will be thrown away like limp and damp toilet paper after the exuberant hormones have vented...

Then I have to tell myself: the truth is plain and plain...

heh man...

For nearly a month, Ron's condition seemed to be much better, and he always had an enthusiastic attitude in everything he did. Occasionally, Iger could still see Lavender's adoring eyes looking at Ron with his chin resting on his face. Would love to punch a hole in Ron's face...

"Look at her expression, as if she wants to drink Ron's blood." In Potions class, Harry lowered his head and whispered to Ron.

Beside the crucible stove, Iger and Hermione chuckled softly.

Ron seemed to be faintly proud, but he still said calmly: "I feel okay, you know, she's a bit clingy."

As she said that, she sighed helplessly: "Actually, I don't really like staying with her."

"Hic~" Iger twitched strangely. On the podium, Snape turned his head and glanced at Iger, then turned his head away again.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold back..." Iger grinned.

Laughed a couple of times, as if he didn't find it very satisfying, he turned his head and looked at Ron with an exaggerated Curator Jin smile: "Drink hahahaha..."

Ron: "..."

His face turned red, Ron looked at Iger angrily, Hermione next to Iger also lowered her head and sniggered, and Harry on the side looked at Ron teasingly.

"What's the matter, is it strange that I'm being chased?" Ron looked a little angry.

"Well...it's strange..." Iger nodded with a suppressed smile, and Hermione beside him couldn't help but gently pinched Iger's arm.

Ron: "..."

Axi, this man is so annoying...

If you can't beat him...

"What's the matter, I think at least Lavender looks better than Hermione." Ron muttered.

Hermione didn't seem to mind much: "Yeah, I also think you two are quite suitable, the premise is that if she doesn't get tired of you, you know, if a girl waits for a long time and doesn't get an answer, she will would give up..."

Ron's heart tightened, and then he tilted his head nonchalantly: "Who cares..."

With that said, Ron glanced twice in the direction of Lavender.

After class, Ron told a few people that he had a stomachache and ran away in a hurry.

"I bet Gallon, that guy went to find Lavender..." Iger took out a gold coin and it bounced high.

"I'm not betting, but I'm betting he'll probably make a bad encounter." Harry drank a bottle of Evil Elixir and came back, grinning.

"I don't gamble." Iger turned his head expressionlessly.

The two looked at each other, then laughed.

Hermione shook her head helplessly looking at the two of them.

Ron's thoughts were easy to guess. Before the three of them had gone far, they saw Ron talking with Lavender with a reserved face. Parvati beside Lavender rolled his eyes wildly. The Indian girl Looks disgusted with Ron...

"I think he's a little impatient. What do you think, Iger?" Harry looked at Ron's embarrassing chat and was speechless: "It doesn't mean there won't be better things in the future."

"No, I think this is the pinnacle of his life..." Iger sighed: "It's not easy to find a girl who is so blind like this. St. Mungo can cure eye diseases very quickly..."

Harry: "..."

Why would I discuss this with a devil?

"Throw a firecracker over?" Iger's eyes lit up.

Harry: "..."

Iger was still dragged away by Harry and Hermione...

...

"What should you do on a first date?"

At night, in Iger's room, Iger, Harry and Hermione, who were fighting the landlord, looked at Ron and said in unison.

"I asked her to go to Hogsmeade..." Ron's expression looked a little obsessed, which made Iger wonder if he had taken a love potion.

As soon as the date was mentioned, Harry and Hermione immediately became interested, and hurriedly put away the poker from the bed.

"Pay attention to what you wear, it's your first date after all." Harry said seriously.

"What should I wear? A suit?" Ron froze.

"Please, you are going on a date, not going to work, don't listen to Harry, just wear it normally." Hermione rolled her eyes: "And to shape her sense of admiration for you, God, what I say Might be a bit redundant…”

"Then what are we going to do?" Ron asked in a daze.

"A date... Hogsmeade is just that big of a place. It's nothing more than a visit to Honeydukes, a visit to Zonko's Joke Shop, and a visit to The Three Broomsticks. Where else do you want to go? Screaming Shack ?” Iger spread his hands.

"The haunted house?" Ron's face turned pale.

"That's not a haunted house, it's just an abandoned dilapidated house with a secret passage leading to the roots of the Whomping Willow." Iger waved his hands and said casually: "The ghost screams heard by the villagers were from when Remus turned into a werewolf before. Sound, at that time, Sirius and Harry's father would go there once a month to subdue Remus, so it was rumored to be a haunted house."

"Yes, Sirius told me, but I haven't had time to tell you." Harry looked at Ron and grinned: "This is a good opportunity to create a sense of admiration, and she doesn't know what's there."

"Really?" Ron hesitated.

"It's definitely fine." Iger nodded his head confidently.

"But what can we do when we go?" Ron was at a loss.

"Look at you." Iger quietly stuffed a small box to Ron: "Try to hit a home run, the door to a new world is opening to you."

"Iger!" Hermione's voice sounded a little embarrassed, and Iger coughed awkwardly.

"What is this? Also, what is a home run?" Ron looked at the small box in his hand with some doubts.

"This is a self-defense product, it is used to prevent people from being killed..." Iger nodded sincerely: "A home run means a perfect finish..."

"Where can people be killed?" Ron's face turned pale.

"This kind of thing is not guaranteed." Iger looked serious: "Be sure to wear it."

Ron nodded in a trance, turned and left. It seemed that he was going to prepare for a date.

"What's that?" Harry turned to look at Iger.

"Umbrella." Iger glanced at Harry's innocent little eyes, and then at Hermione's flushed face beside him. After all, he still failed to explain in detail: "If you have a chance, you can change your body and try with Ron. Let's see, this thing is to protect two people..."

Harry: "???"

At night, in the bedroom of Harry and Ron, the two looked blankly at the small bag in their hands.

With a sound of tearing, Ron tore open the small bag in his hand, looked at the thin, oily thing and fell into thought.

"What the hell is this?" Ron was a little puzzled.

"It smells like Blowing Gum." Harry sniffed it with his nose. "It smells like cranberries."

"Eatable?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"It looks like it should be able to..." Harry picked up the wrapping paper and looked at it: "Du... Lei... S... Wait, what are these messy words on it?"

"Try and talk..." Ron shrugged indifferently: "Iger will never harm us."

Stuffing something that looked like chewing gum in his hand into his mouth, Ron started chewing.

"How does it feel?" Harry asked curiously.

"From the taste...it doesn't seem to be edible..." Ron frowned, and then his eyes lit up: "But the taste is very good!"

"Really? I'll try it..." Harry smiled and tore open a package.

Ron frowned and took out the chewing gum-like thing from his mouth: "This thing is so chewy, it can't be chewed. It doesn't look like it can be eaten, but it should be chewed for fun."

"Wait a minute, look at the top, this thing can be stretched." Harry pointed to the packing box.

"Is this a balloon?" Ron's eyes lit up suddenly: "Balloons that can be eaten and played with? It seems that these Muggles are not so rigid."

call! ! !

There was a sound of strenuous blowing in the room, Ron's face was flushed, but the balloon in his hand was not much bigger.

"Wait, this is so hard to blow..." Ron put down the balloon panting heavily, took out his wand and tapped on the balloon: "Clear water is like a spring."

The balloon immediately rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Ron laughed triumphantly: "This should be a water balloon, used to hit people, and the force should be quite strong. I really want to give it to Fred and George." One shot."