Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Is this thing really for beating people?" Harry tugged the small balloon in his hand in doubt: "The quality is very good, no matter how much you pull it, it won't break..."

"But why did Iger say to be careful to kill people?" Ron looked at the water balloon in his hand and fell into thought: "This thing can save lives? It doesn't look like..."

"Ron, think about Muggle pistols." Harry reminded: "Who knows what weird things they have researched?"

The sound of the door opening sounded, and Seamus and Neville pushed the door and walked in. Seeing their actions, they were stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you're back?" Ron raised the water balloon in his hand showing off. "Look, what Iger gave me, he said could prevent people from dying."

"Well..." Seamus glanced at Ron with a strange face: "It can indeed prevent..."

"You know this thing?" Ron looked curious.

"Yeah, my parents' room has... I saw it once..." Seamus said hesitantly, "But it doesn't seem like you use it like that... Doesn't your family provide you with enlightenment in that regard?"

"Which way?" Harry and Ron looked at each other and asked in unison.

"It's... the last step of falling in love..." Seamus whispered, unexpectedly innocent.

Ron inexplicably had a bad feeling: "What do you mean?"

"It's just that you don't use that thing as chewing gum." Seamus glanced at the corner of Ron's oily mouth: "It's for you to wear it underneath..."

"Wear it under..." Ron felt his head buzzing, and sat down on the bed. Harry's expression changed instantly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The two suddenly jumped up and held Seamus and Neville down: "Never tell anything about this."

Ron blushed.

"I know, I know hahaha..." Seamus laughed.

It took a long time for the two of them to recover.

"So... how to use this thing?" Ron looked at Seamus curiously.

"Uh... just put it on the top first... Forget it,

Why don't we go to the bathroom, I'll teach you..." Seamus rolled his eyes.

Neville hesitated to speak and glanced at the three of them.

"You can come too, I don't want to teach again." Seamus rolled his eyes seeing Neville's timid look.

A few minutes later, several people sneakily appeared in the boys' bathroom, hurriedly took off their clothes, and the four of them hurriedly slipped into the hot pool.

"Look, I'll teach it again... First, we have to make it stand up..."

"..."

Saying so, Simo picked up a small bag and opened it, rustling it under his body to fiddle with it, then stood up and faced the three of them: "Do you understand?"

Harry: "..."

Ron: "..."

Neville: "..."

What do you want us to say?

Do you understand, instructor?

Ron gave Simo a complicated look, and then said dryly: "I...I'll try..."

For a long time, Ron worked hard to fix it, and looked at the eyes of several people with some embarrassment: "I feel...a little uncomfortable...how does it look like?"

"Very well, quite mighty..." Harry muttered.

"Okay, let's take a shower and go back quickly." Neville said in a panic: "It's already time to turn off the lights. If you are caught, you will be deducted points."

As he spoke, he stood up in a hurry, and then his feet slipped as if he had stepped on something, and pushed Seamus down with a plop.

"Damn it, be careful..." Seamus gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Are you all right, Neville?" Harry rushed up to help Neville up.

"Ahem, I'm fine, I'm fine." Neville choked on two mouthfuls of water: "Be careful, I don't know who threw the soap under the pool.

poof...

Harry fell on his ass into the water...

"Harry!" Ron hurried forward to help.

Harry got out of the water, holding a piece of soap in one hand, and leaning on his knee with the other hand, he couldn't help but bend down: "Uh... I knocked my knee when I stood up, it hurt me to death, let me I slowly..."

Ron nodded, stood aside and supported Harry, while Neville lay on the edge of the pool, clutching his ass in pain and humming.

When the clang sounded, the four of them turned their heads and saw that Sirius was standing naked at the entrance of the bathroom with a shocked face, looking at them: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Harry was a little puzzled: "Good evening, Sirius, do you want to come together?"

Sirius looked at the soap in Harry's hand, then at Neville, who was lying on the edge of the pool and humming, and then his eyes fell on Ron's lower body.

In the next second, Sirius stared angrily: "What are you doing? Harry, how can I explain to James that you are doing this?"

Harry: "???"

"What is he talking about?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Shut up!" Sirius yelled roughly, and took out a wand from the basin on the ground and pointed it at Ron: "I'm going to fucking kill you bastard!"

"Wait a minute, Sirius, what are you talking about?" Harry looked at Sirius suspiciously.

Sirius was startled, did he really misunderstand?

"Whoa, my ass hurts..." Neville moaned.

"Die! Bastard!" Sirius' roar sounded again...

...

"I'm really sorry, Ron."

Iger saw Ron in the school infirmary the next day. By Ron's bedside, Sirius peeled an apple for Ron with a dry smile. Ron leaned against the bedside with a dark face, while Harry supported his head helplessly.

"I... want to know, what happened?" Iger blinked his eyes curiously.

Sirius touched the back of his head and laughed dryly: "Hahahahaha..."

Ron looked at Sirius with a look that I'd fight with you if you dare to say it, and Sirius closed his mouth knowingly.

Iger glanced at Ron, Ron looked at Iger with a helpless smile, and then felt his brain was in a trance for a moment, and then heard Iger's magical laughter in the school doctor's room, and it never stopped...

"I'm talking about you!" Madam Pomfrey rushed in, pinching her waist, "If there is nothing necessary, can you please go out?"

"I'm going, I'm going hahahaha..." Iger was dragged out by Hermione.

"That's not what I said." Sirius spread his hands.

"What just happened?" Ron asked in a daze.

Sirius looked at Ron and smiled awkwardly: "Have you heard of Legilimency?"

Ron: "..."

"Ahhh, I'm fighting with you!"

In the corridor, Iger found that the nearest Ron seemed to be particularly unlucky.

In an instant, he saw everything from his gift giving to taking a bath. Until noon, Iger couldn't stop his magical laughter and tears.

But thanks to Madam Pomfrey's superb medical skills, Ron was finally discharged from the hospital at noon, in time for the afternoon appointment.

During the hospitalization, there was not a single visitor. Everyone kept silent about the hospitalization, and I was really embarrassed to speak out.

"This is a well-known haunted house in the whole of England." Screaming at the door of the shack, Ron shrugged pretendingly.

Thankfully, if Harry and Iger hadn't told him the history of this room, he would never have come near it anyway.

"How do you feel?" Ron turned to look at Lavender with that broken smile.

"It feels a little uncomfortable." Lavender shrank into Ron's arms and hugged Ron's waist. The expression on Ron's face instantly became very exciting.

In the distance, Iger and the others were sneaking behind a dirt bag and looking in the direction of the two of them. Seeing Lavender hugging Ron's waist, Harry picked up the camera and clicked.

"Where did you get the camera?" Iger turned to look at Harry: "You still play this."

"I borrowed from Colin...the opportunity is not lost, I don't think there are too many opportunities to laugh at him." Harry grinned, and shook the camera in his hand triumphantly.

"Well..." Iger nodded: "Nice job."

"She looks very scared." Harry looked at the backs of the two with a perverted smile on his face: "I think Ron should be able to hit a home run."

"Harry!" Hermione's voice sounded very bad: "Please don't discuss these things in front of women, can you?"

"Sorry sorry." Harry laughed dryly.

"Brown..." Hermione ignored the two of them, turned her head and frowned suspiciously: "I always feel like I've forgotten something."

"Dennis Brown, the most famous exorcist in Britain, and his wife Emerin Brown have killed many female ghosts, undead, ghosts, etc..." Iger nodded: "I think, as their daughter, Lavender The idea that Brown is afraid of ghosts is a bit of a nonsense, even though she's more interested in divination..."

Harry: "..."

Hermione: "..."

So, he was soaked?

"They're going in." Harry suddenly became excited.

"If I remember correctly, there seems to be a bed in the Screaming Shack, and a cleansing spell can deal with it..." Iger grinned.

"How do you understand so clearly?" Hermione turned her head and looked at Iger displeased.

"When I came to Hogsmeade to help students buy things when I was eight years old, I often used the secret path of the Whomping Willow." Iger spread his hands, "Because it's very close."

"Won't it be attacked by the Whomping Willow?" Harry was puzzled.

"I will use the Patronus Charm when I was eight years old." Iger didn't answer directly, but the two still understood.

It means that if you don't listen, you will be beaten...

"Shall we get closer?" Harry said excitedly, "Please, I can't wait..."

"NO!" Hermione shook her head with firm eyes: "This is too much, and it's also very rude, in case we sneak in and get discovered..."

"We don't need to go in." Iger took out his pocket and pulled out something like a rubber rope, with a lifelike ear at the end of the rope.

What are you kidding, still use it?

Brother, what's the matter here.

Please call me Doraemon...

"It's not good for us to do this..." Hermione muttered softly, still disapproving of their actions.

"We passed." Iger said and left.

Hermione froze: "Wait for me..."

...

"It looks really dirty in here..."

The two walked into the Shrieking Shack, and Ron subconsciously slapped his nose: "God, it's been a long time since anyone lived here."

Lavender burrowed into Ron's arms again: "Ron, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay, I'm here." Ron pretended to be bold and held Lavender's shoulders, his heart beating excitedly.

He suddenly remembered what Iger told himself before:

'If you can't hit a home run, it's okay, a girl wants to be in good form for the first time, you can take her to another place, such as covering her face, to the three broomsticks to open a suite, Ms. Rosmerta If you don't get a room for you, you can cover your face and go to the Pig's Head Bar. Be careful when you go, Hagrid and Professor Flitwick always go there...

Also, remember to bring your own cup...'

Ron also remembered his grateful reply to Iger: How much is it to open a house?

Then Iger casually threw himself a piece of golden trash...

A good friend is really reliable!

As Ron thought about it, in an invisible corner behind him, an ear with a long rope arched around the corner like an earthworm...

"We can record it..." Harry took out a tape recorder enthusiastically.

"You're the devil, right..." Iger rolled his eyes and glanced at Harry.

"No, no, you're..." Harry grinned.

Iger always felt that Harry seemed to be led astray by himself and Sirius, and couldn't help but miss Harry's humble appearance when we first met.

Although he still looks like a good boy now, he has become a little skinny for some reason.

It's a little bit coquettish...

Hermione glared at Harry, as if she was objecting to something, but she didn't dare to make a sound for fear that the two people in the room would hear it.

The two people's voices began to be heard intermittently from the end of the retractable ear, and Ron laughed loudly from time to time, but Iger and the others were a little confused.

This kind of laughter is like those ZZs in the previous life videos who said they were not afraid of walking into a haunted house and laughed exaggeratedly...

It always sounded a little awkward.

And then there's Lavender's adoring voice.

Iger grinned, this is really a terrible woman, Iger thinks that as long as she doesn't bite off Ron's lips in the future, basically Ron will be eaten to death by her...

Judging from Lavender's performance, this is a girl who is good at emotional intelligence.

She knows how to satisfy a man's little vanity, and she is very good at saving face for the other party. She is proactive, enthusiastic, considerate, and gentle.

The most important thing is that the EQ is high, but the IQ is very low...

This kind of woman is a man will like.

Turning his head and glanced at Hermione, Iger felt that if he chose...

Sure enough, it is still beautiful.

Hermione is such a beauty...

When she was young, she could only be considered cute, but now Hermione doesn't take care of her very much.

But Iger is waiting. While waiting for the Goblet of Fire to start, Iger hopes to see Hermione's stunning appearance.

As for now, Iger is not in a hurry.

It's like you bought an antique worth hundreds of millions of dollars on a street stall, would you remember it?

Not urgent…

"What are you looking at?" Hermione was a little embarrassed by Iger's look, and asked in a low voice.

"I'm reading a book..." Iger muttered casually.

Hermione frowned her delicate little nose: "Don't make trouble, you don't like reading."

Iger nodded seriously: "Yes, but the more I look at it, the more I want to sleep."

Hermione blushed, and Harry hiccupped to Iger's right.

I don't know why, it's just a little tight.

Is this the dog food Iger was talking about?

Will my Animagus turn into a dog if this continues?