Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Babo Tuber..."

When a group of students came to Greenhouse No. 3, Professor Sprout was happily moving out a bunch of weird plants that looked like slugs: "You need to squeeze it with your hands to collect its thick water..."

"Ah..." Ron looked at the basin in front of him in disgust, as if Professor Sprout didn't ask them to squeeze the pus, but asked them to swallow the slimy thing.

"This stuff is of great value, don't let it go to waste. Listen, you collect the water in these bottles. Put on your dragonhide gloves, undiluted babo tuber water is very damaging to the skin. Big damage."

"I don't know why..." Iger squeezed a piece of Babo tuber in his hand with leather gloves: "Although it looks disgusting, it has a strange sense of satisfaction."

As he said that, Iger changed his gestures, and Hermione blushed suddenly.

"Puff..."

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a thick, viscous yellow-green liquid will be sprayed out, and a pungent gasoline smell will be emitted.

Iger sniffed his nose slightly, can this thing replace gasoline?

If it can, it is a green and pollution-free new energy source!

What electric car do you want? It directly dilutes how good this thing is as an energy source.

Also caters to those who love gasoline burning and engines roaring...

new energy?

As a firm gearbox controller, all automatic transmission cars and non-transmission motorcycles are heresy in Iger's opinion!

Unknowingly, when get out of class was over, Iger had squeezed out several large bottles of pus...

Hermione looked at Iger's sticky dragonskin gloves, and held her chest covertly.

It shouldn't be...Is it a matter of feel?

"Madam Pomfrey should be happy now." Professor Sprout smiled cheerfully, and plugged the last bottle: "The pus of Babo tuber is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne. This will prevent students from using irritating methods to remove their pimples."

"I don't really understand..." Iger smiled softly: "Don't talk about acne,

I don't even have freckles..."

After the voice fell, most of the people in the class turned dark.

The darkest one is Ron...

It has to be said that the British should be regarded as the race that is most prone to freckles among Europeans and Americans. Even people with fair faces will have some freckles if you look carefully.

The only ones in the class who didn't have freckles were Iger, Harry and Dean, and even Hermione had some freckles.

Of course Dean being black doesn't count...

Unless he has a pimple on his face, no one will notice something like freckles...

"Like poor Heloise Midgen..." whispered Hannah Abbott. "She's trying to spell it out."

"Silly girl." Professor Sprout shook his head, "But Ms. Pomfrey finally put her nose back on."

"It's just a freckle, don't you want to be so scary..." Iger smacked his lips.

Nose wiped off?

What's the relationship between that girl and Voldemort?

The deep and deep bells passed through the damp hillside and came from the direction of the castle.

The Hufflepuffs are off to Transfiguration class, and the Gryffindor kids are heading to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Iger looked in the direction of Hagrid's cabin. Emily was riding Buckbeak around leisurely. Iger didn't know if Hagrid wanted to teach the students the characteristics of vampires.

To be honest, Iger didn't really want Emily to get in touch with the school's students too early. He wouldn't forget Emily's attack that seemed like a teleportation technique combined with strange power, and he threw himself against the wall in just a second.

If that little slut Draco goes up and teases...

Fortunately, Emily is relatively easy to communicate with.

Hagrid stood outside the door of the hut, holding the dog Fang in his hand, and there were several open wooden boxes on the ground at his feet. Fang whined and struggled vigorously, seemingly displeased with the things in the boxes. very curious.

When everyone approached, a strange crackling sound came into the ears of the students, mixed with faint explosions from time to time.

"Good morning!" Brother Hao looked at everyone with a smile: "It's better to wait for the Slytherin students, they definitely don't want to miss this - fried-tailed snails!"

"Oh sh*t..." Iger couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

After all, it still appeared, this damn strange species...

Ron blinked and blinked: "What?"

Hagrid pointed to the box at his feet.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown screamed and jumped back as if seeing something.

Iger nodded approvingly. Through the gap in the box, Iger saw the strange species—like a deformed and shelled lobster, but it was gray and sticky. It makes people look like they have no appetite at all.

The most important thing is that there are seven or eight slender feet under the thing. Iger's scalp is numb, and there are more than one hundred fried-tailed snails in the box, which smell like rotten fish and shrimp. taste…

"It's just hatched, you can raise it yourself, and we can start a big project!" Hagrid said loudly with a proud look on his face.

"Are you sure?" In the distance, the Slytherin students came over, Draco did not restrain his disgusted expression at all, not only disgusted, but also disgusted, he stared straight at the bomb in the box Tail snail: "Why do we raise it, what can it do? What's the use?"

Hagrid seemed to be caught up in the question, he thought desperately, and then said in a rough voice: "Okay, that's the content of the next lesson, you just feed it food today, feed them several different kinds of food. Food—I haven’t raised them before, and I’m not sure what they like to eat, so I prepared ant eggs, frog livers and green snakes, and tried each of them to see if they would eat them.”

"First pus, then this." Seamus muttered softly.

Iger narrowed his eyes, and then looked at Hagrid seriously: "Hagrid, you must know that the Ministry of Magic strictly prohibits the cultivation of new magical species without permission, let alone hundreds of them! This is a felony!"

Hagrid's face froze immediately, and he looked at Iger with some pleading: "Oh, you are right about Iger, but they are too cute..."

The corners of Iger's eyes twitched, he didn't see how cute these things were at all.

Do you have any misunderstanding about cuteness?

"But you don't even understand what they eat and what kind of living habits they have. I'm sorry Hagrid, we can't joke about the safety of the students." Iger said with a serious face: "But I can take a few to test first, if I can If not, then you teach them, if not, then you have to stop."

Hagrid looked very disappointed, but he knew Iger was right.

He doesn't even know what these little things eat...

"Thank God..." A group of students breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh...Okay." Hagrid looked disappointed: "In this case, then in this class, I will show you some new friends in the Forbidden Forest."

Iger nodded, he knew that Hagrid was talking about Emily, not those dragons...

Grabbing three fried-tailed snails and stuffing them into his arms, Iger's figure disappeared in place with a snap.

The next second, Iger appeared in the kitchen. As soon as he appeared, Iger threw the three fried-tailed snails on the long table in the kitchen: "Okay, my dears, help me see if this thing is edible, edible If so... how to make it delicious..."