Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Who is the Snape he just said?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously.

Iger picked up the card in his hand and handed it to Harry: "Here, it's this big hooked nose, Severus Snape, who can appear on the card, does it mean that he is still somewhat famous?"

Still looking at the gloomy man in the card, Harry was pretty sure he didn't like him...

"You are right, I will definitely hate him..." Harry shook his head in distress: "Sorry, Iger, although he is your teacher..."

"Actually, you're not the first one who doesn't like him." Ron bit a gummy candy and struggled: "My brother and others don't like him, even Percy, it's not your problem , our family is all from Gryffindor, Snape is the Headmaster of Slytherin, and most of the dark wizards come from Slytherin."

Harry was a little puzzled, and Hermione beside Iger nodded: "That's true, the mysterious person who left you with that scar was once a student of Slytherin, I saw it in the history of modern magic, I don't know his name though..."

Harry swore he would never go to Slytherin anywhere...

"Iger, which academy are you going to go to?" Harry asked, looking at Iger.

Iger hummed for a long time, and slowly said: "Out of self-esteem, I hope to get me to Ravenclaw to prove that I am a smart person, but in fact I don't like Ravenclaw very much. Slytherin is good too, those guys I love to hate, Hufflepuff is good too, although I have never found their common room, I heard it is very close to the kitchen... Gryffindor naturally It's the most ideal, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall also want me to go there, in short... it's a bit complicated, but I still have one word after saying so much, I'm where Hermione is."

Harry was a little puzzled: "Did you choose the branch...?"

"I think I should have the right to choose. If I don't let me choose, I will throw that broken hat into the black lake and suppress it for 10,000 years." Iger shrugged. Not lightly ashamed.

"Broken hat?" Ron looked at Iger strangely: "What hat?"

"You will know when you get there, I still won't reveal it. This is the fun of Hogwarts freshmen for thousands of years. To be honest, those parents are really funny..." Iger ate the chocolate frog in his hand and tore it open again. A wrapper: "emmm...it's Professor McGonagall."

"Mine is Dumbledore..." Harry looked at the card in his hand, chanting the words on the card: "1945...Grindelwald...The Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood, with partner Nick Flamel . . . ten-pin bowls . . . "

"I always thought that dragon's blood should have a thirteenth purpose, but Severus refused to give it to me, he said it was not a potion..." Iger spread his hands.

"Thirteenth? What's the use?" Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

The corner of Iger's mouth slightly raised: "Eat..."

Hermione giggled immediately, and reached out to hammer Iger's shoulder.

With the laughter of several people, the speed of the train gradually slowed down.

"It's time to change clothes." Iger swept his wand over his body, and his clothes changed suddenly. Except for the red shirt, everything else became Hogwarts school uniform.

"Your shirt should be replaced with a school uniform shirt." Hermione looked at the red shirt on Iger, and she didn't know what it meant in her tone: "You have been wearing it for three years, Iger."

The shirt was given to Iger by Aisha. Iger thinks the bright red suits him very well. His fair face looks coquettish with the red shirt...

"It's okay." Iger spread his hands, flicked his wand, and Hermione's clothes changed instantly.

"Is my Transfiguration very good?" Iger laughed: "Mrs. Malkin has always disliked me, because I seldom buy clothes from her except robes..."

Ron looked at Iger enviously: "Can you change into a new school uniform for me?"

"sure.

"Iger flicked his wand, and Ron and Harry's clothes also changed for a while: "I must remind you that my transformation level is limited, and the transformation on clothes is not permanent. You'd better change them after wearing them today. I just did it because I thought it was too much trouble to change clothes in the compartment. "

The two nodded and began to pack their things.

"In five minutes, the train will arrive at Hogwarts. Please leave your luggage on the train, and we will send you to school." A voice sounded in the carriage, and Harry and Ron's expressions turned pale. Pale, Hermione's face was also a little ugly, obviously a little nervous, because Iger never told her how she was sorted.

When they got out of the car, they heard a familiar voice shouting: "First graders, come here! Iger, Harry, this way! How are you doing?"

Under Hagrid's beard, he smiled with eyes as black as a black beetle.

"Come on, follow me, are there any first-year students? Watch out for your feet, follow me!" Hagrid led the crowd forward with a lamp.

The freshmen around Iger looked very nervous. No one spoke. In the dark night, only Iger's whistle was blowing in the wind. Iger whistled to kill Bill... the sound was very strange.

"Turning this corner, you are about to see Hogwarts for the first time." Hagrid shouted back, and then looked at Iger beside him: "Of course, you have seen it many times, don't revealing too much..."

Iger grinned, Hagrid would have such thoughts?

A large group of people came to the Black Lake. Small boats floated on the Black Lake. On the other side of the lake stood a majestic old castle. There were many spiers above the old castle. The brightly lit windows flickered under the star sea in the night sky. with.

"No more than four people in each boat!" Hagrid pointed to the boats on the lake.

The four of Iger directly boarded a small boat, and a few minutes later, the boat slowly wandered towards the other side of the lake.

Iger looked at Hogwarts in front of him and couldn't help but marvel: "It's the first time I see it from such a perspective... It's like hanging above our heads, isn't it amazing?"

It's a pity that no one around him seems to be listening to him, and the few people don't seem to be thinking about it, although they think it looks good.

Hagrid led the students to the castle, knocked on the gate three times, and the gate opened. A tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes stood in front of the gate, looking at the students with a serious expression.

"First year, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Okay, thank you, Hagrid, leave it to me here." Professor McGonagall nodded, and then opened the door. The hall is very spacious, and Iger is not interested at all. The hall is obviously not as good as the kitchen or something. fun...

Leading the freshmen to a small empty room on the other side of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall looked at a group of freshmen, his eyes swept over Harry's face, and a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth when he saw Iger, but it was still very fast I took it back.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you enter the auditorium, you must first confirm which house you are entering. House sorting is very important, because you are in the hall. During school, Hogwarts is your home, and you have to take classes and live with other students in the college."

"The four colleges are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin..." Professor McGonagall was still talking, and Iger was a little dazed. It's interesting to think about it. Things made me a little nervous.

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of the teachers and students of the whole school. I suggest that you tidy up yourselves in the waiting room and be more energetic..." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger's red collar: "I hope you You can change the shirt too, Mr Morrissey."

Hermione nodded seriously at the side, seeming to agree with Professor McGonagall's words.

While waiting, Iger also saw the ghosts of the fat monk discussing about Peeves. The sudden appearance of the ghosts frightened the freshmen. Iger gets Hufflepuff.

Iger's popularity at Hogwarts has always been very good, even Snape wouldn't do anything to him, of course, it might just be that Snape couldn't do anything to him...

After a while, Professor McGonagall came back and signaled the freshmen to line up and follow her into the auditorium.

Harry felt that his legs were filled with lead, and it seemed that Ron and Hermione were too. Then he turned his head and looked at Iger. Harry felt that Ron was right. Iger really looked like a great magician, at least He seemed much calmer than himself now.

A group of freshmen followed Professor McGonagall tremblingly, and were attracted by the magnificent decoration in the auditorium. Above the four rows of long tables, tens of thousands of candles lit up the auditorium.

But Iger didn't think they were candles, at least he didn't see them go out. He wanted to catch one before, but was stopped by Professor Flitwick in time...

Iger smiled and waved towards the teacher's seat at the innermost part of the auditorium. He smiled happily because he saw that Snape was wearing the dark green robe he gave him.

Looking at the looks of the students around, I was obviously surprised, when did this old bat start to like green...

Hermione whispered next to Iger: "This ceiling has been casted, and it looks the same as the sky outside. I read it in the "Hogwarts: A School History" you gave me."

Iger nodded: "Calm down, I know you are nervous, but nothing will happen, trust me."

Hermione stopped nagging now, and seemed to have calmed down a lot.

Professor McGonagall walked over with a four-corner stool and the sorting hat, and then Iger heard the singing of the sorting hat. He felt that the songs of the sorting hat rhymed more this year than the year he came, which made him feel good.

"It seems that we just need to wear this hat... I'm going to kill Fred, I thought I was going to fight a troll after hearing him say..." Ron whispered in the ears of several people.

"Whoever's name I call now, put on the hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting." Professor McGonagall held a list: "Hannah Abbott!"

Iger couldn't help grinning, the fucking Hannah Abbott...

Professor McGonagall said one by one: "Hermione Granger!"

Hermione took a deep breath nervously, murmured, and stumbled up.

"How on earth can you stand her?" Ron frowned and looked at Hermione's back, whispering in Iger's ear.

"My future wife, I have to be nice to her." Iger smiled, but Harry and Ron were obviously taken aback by Iger's words.

"Dude, you thought about it early enough..." Ron looked at Iger in surprise.

"The cultivation of a wife should start from the baby." Iger nodded affirmatively: "I suggest that you also have a goal. I heard that single men generally have a bad life."

Ron curled his lips, thinking of his own mother: "I think it's miserable to be married..."

"Gryffindor!!" The Sorting Hat screamed, and Hermione looked at Iger expectantly, and then sat down at the Gryffindor table.

After a while, Professor McGonagall's eyes fell on himself.

"Egg Morrissey."

There was a whisper, and the seniors looked at Iger excitedly. On the teacher's seat, Snape looked at Iger with threatening eyes. Professor Flitwick stretched his head and nodded towards Iger. Professor Te looked at Iger with a smile, but she was basically resigned to her appearance.

Professor McGonagall held the hat in his hand, watched Iger pursed his lips, and finally said: "The Sorting Hat will respect your choice, Iger."

There was another whisper from below.

"It's not fair, Professor McGonagall is implying him..." A Ravenclaw girl said to her friend, and Snape's face darkened even more in the teacher's seat...

Iger grinned, put on his hat, and the sound of the Sorting Hat rang in his mind.

"Iger, this is our first communication. I was still regretting not being able to chat with you before. I think it must be very interesting."

Iger laughed: "I'm honored."

"I can see that you are very intelligent and clever, you have all the traits of Ravenclaw, ah... yes, Parseltongue, it's not bad to go to Slytherin, you have your own nobility. You have a kind heart, Hufflepuff must also be very willing to accept you, brave and fearless, the characteristics of Gryffindor..." The sorting hat whispered: "Dumbledore said that I don't need to make a decision for you, so I want to ask, you have a choice Is it gone?"

"Did you see that little girl with shaggy hair?" Iger said to the Sorting Hat, "I like her very much."

"Ah, that's a very smart little witch. You have great vision. I was still wondering if she belonged to Ravenclaw, but fortunately, I discovered that she has a quality that shines brighter than wisdom, and her name is Hermione G. Is it Ranger?" The sorting hat whispered in Iger's mind: "Then..."

"Gryffindor!!!"

The Sorting Hat yelled, and the long Gryffindor table burst into applause. Percy clapped excitedly, and a group of junior students couldn't figure out why the seniors were so excited.

Professor McGonagall couldn't restrain the smile on his face at this time, and stepped forward to hug Iger: "Come to my office tomorrow evening, I think it's time to help you transform into an Animagus..."

Hearing Professor McGonagall whispering in his ear, Iger grinned. In the audience, Hermione clapped her hands excitedly, her little face flushed.

Sitting on the long table in Gryffindor, Percy whispered in Iger's ear, "Be careful, Snape just bent a fork..."

Iger turned to look at Snape, Snape looked at Iger with a gloomy face, Iger grinned, and stuck out his tongue at Snape.

Harry looked at Snape, the scar on his head hurt for a moment, and then Ron beside him was called up.

"Gryffindor!"

Sure enough, Ron was assigned and sat not far from Percy.

After a while, with the warm applause on the Gryffindor table, Harry also sat beside Iger.

"It seems that we are all gathered together." Iger smiled and clapped his hands.

"Hey, you're Iger? We've heard of you."

Not far away, two red-haired boys who looked exactly the same approached with smiles: "Get to know each other, Fred."

"George!"