Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

After testing, Iger found that he really found some problems with the fried-tailed snails...

Like really fragrant...

Meat is definitely edible. Iger has never seen a magical animal that can't eat when he came to the wizarding world. What's more, the fried-tailed snail is the offspring of Hagrid's crossbreeding of a manticore and a fire crab. In a sense, Said, this is a bit more time-honored than Mr. Yuan's hybrid rice...

And although the manticore is a 5X-level creature, it is extremely dangerous, but the huge manticore is a rare delicacy, not to mention the fire crab.

"Sia used vinegar and wine to eliminate its fishy smell, removed the fishy tendons on its back, and then fried, grilled and stewed the three fried-tailed snails respectively. Is Master Egg satisfied?" Little Elf Sia stood obediently Behind Iger, Iger nodded while chewing on a soft fried-tailed snail.

"Except that the stewed soup is not very tasty, whether it is fried or baked is very good, maybe this thing is not suitable for soup." Iger said softly.

He didn't let the elf try the poison, but chose to taste it himself because he had enough potions on him, and secondly, if there was any problem, he could show up in the infirmary as soon as possible...

Iger looked at the fried-tailed snail in front of him and nodded slightly. This is a good thing Hagrid did unintentionally...

The fried-tailed snails that have just been bred are only the size of a palm, without a thick shell on their bodies, and the meat is very fresh, perhaps because of genetic fire crabs, and they are still a little chewy, possibly due to the genes of manticores .

All in all, tastes pretty good in Iger's opinion...

To put it bluntly, it actually feels similar to lobster, but it is a little more chewy and has more meat, although it looks disgusting before it is put into the pot.

But the disgusting is actually just because of the scarred appearance. In Iger's view, as long as it tastes good, other things are not unacceptable...

So much so that Iger immediately caught a few more and went to the Ministry of Magic to register this new magical creature...

However, in view of the danger of this thing when it grows up, only the juveniles, that is, the snails under two months old are allowed to legally breed in the final registration, and the snails older than two months must be manually destroyed.

There is no other reason. Officials from the Department of Magical Beast Management of the Ministry of Magic told Iger after research that this thing grows too fast, and the danger is between the manticore and the fire crab.

Iger conveyed these words to Hagrid intact,

Although it was a pity, Hagrid followed Iger's advice graciously.

"How is it? Iger? Have you banned that disgusting thing?" During dinner, a group of students gathered around Iger, and Malfoy hurried over from a distance and asked impatiently.

"No, the cubs are finally in the category of legal breeding." Iger shook his head.

A group of puppies suddenly sighed.

"But it's not without gains." Iger said, slapping his hands lightly, and a plate of charcoal-grilled fried-tailed snails suddenly appeared on the plate in front of him: "You may not know, this thing tastes very good, like eating lobster..."

As he said that, Iger started to eat on his own, and a group of students around him immediately swallowed.

The craftsmanship of West Asia is very good, and the smell of charcoal is diffused in an instant.

"I'll try it." Ron was always the one who couldn't help his curiosity, so he immediately picked one up and tasted it.

"How does it taste?" Fred looked at Ron expectantly.

"It's delicious..." Ron swallowed the fried-tailed snail in his hand in two or three mouthfuls...

"I think we can do this, listen to Hagrid's lessons carefully, take care of this little thing for a week, and then send it to the kitchen, tell Hagrid that it was accidentally raised to death, so that Hagrid can't wait to breed the next batch ..." George rolled his eyes and suggested.

"Good idea, I agree!" Iger clapped his hands.

"Oh...I don't think so, Hagrid would die of grief if he knew." Hermione shook her head.

"If we don't eat and take care of these ugly monsters, we will die of grief." Harry immediately voted for it.

You Mengyu didn't say a word, she was eating the fried-tailed snail in her hand.

Draco picked up a burning red snail, hesitated to stuff it into his mouth, and then his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help sniffing: "Is this thing legally bred?"

"The cost is too high, so breeding is not recommended." Iger shook his head: "Hagrid used one manticore and sixty fire crabs to breed these one hundred, and you have also seen this thing , there are thorns on the body, the tail will explode, and it will kill each other, just try it out, don't let your father waste your time."

"After eating this batch, just tell Hagrid that those fried-tailed snails died early." Iger shook his head: "With Hagrid's obsession with these magical animals, sooner or later there will be the next batch of ingredients..."

Everyone: "..."

Wow, the devil is the devil...

The next two days were uneventful, and there were no particularly interesting stories or accidents, unless you counted Neville's burning of the cauldron in Potions class. Of course, Iger has long been used to this kind of thing.

It's just that Neville wasn't very used to being locked up by Snape as usual.

Recently, Snape's confinement has turned into disembowelling a large bucket of horned toads, which Neville ate with Iger. Unfortunately, the dead toads are not owned by Neville, and Snape threw them all in a jar...

"Every year in the first week of school, Severus will look like he has been constipated for a week, with meanness written on his face and hatred in his eyes." During breakfast, Iger leisurely flipped through the newspaper and said with a chuckle .

"Of course, it seems that Aisha is very disappointed to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry nodded: "He has not been able to get this job for four consecutive years..."

"More than four years..." Iger sneered: "He has been teaching potions since I was eight years old..."

"Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be too dissatisfied with Aisha." Hermione whispered.

"In fact, so what if he is dissatisfied? His girlfriend lives in Aisha's house, and his daughter also lives in Aisha's house. How dare he be dissatisfied?" Iger smiled gloatingly.

A group of students were all eagerly looking forward to Aisha's first class. Before the class bell rang, the kids came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in a file.

Iger sat in the chair in the first row of the class as it should be, with Hermione beside him.

"Dark magic...self-defense guide..." Hermione took out a magic book muttering, while Iger was silently blowing kisses to Elsa on the stage.

Elsa looks like she wants to laugh, but holds back...

Still in class, be serious.

And the relationship between the two is only vaguely understood by a few people in a small area. In this Europe where the relationship between teachers and students is extremely repelled, if it is exposed, it will be for Iger...

Doesn't seem to be a big problem?

At most, it's just being called a scumbag...

But Aisha will inevitably be talked about, which Iger doesn't want to see.

"Put these things away..." Aisha looked at the textbooks in front of the students and chuckled, "If you remember Iger's lessons, then you should know that these things are useless."