Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I heard you sang the school anthem from the funeral march?"

"And cleaned up those Slytherins?"

"Good job!" The two said in unison.

"Iger, you have to pay attention. They are my younger brothers and they always break school rules. If you can, you must help me take care of them." Percy looked at Iger and said, his tone was a bit exaggerated.

"Percy is a prefect!" Fred looked at the badge on Percy's chest in surprise, with an exaggerated expression.

"It's only fools who are prefects." George laughed.

Iger watched the two brothers sing together and laughed: "Want to sing together?"

"I wish I could!"

"Hail to you!"

"Fool Percy always thinks everybody's like him."

"Stupidly emphasizing yourself—"

"It's a prefect!"

Iger leaned forward and back as the two sang together.

"Gryffindor is going to rise this year, and we have Iger."

"And Harry!"

"Long live!" Again in unison.

Ron looked at the two with a wrinkled face: "What about me?"

"Oh, I almost forgot that I have a younger brother..." Fred said in surprise.

"What a coincidence? Me too..." George rubbed Ron's head.

"The two of them are so annoying..." Ron looked at his two brothers angrily...

"I don't want Iger to get too close to them." Hermione looked at the two with some disgust: "I don't want Iger to become like them."

Wood didn't know when he came over, and beeped softly next to Hermione: "Actually, you may not know that Iger was more extreme than them at the time. God, I just remembered...Fortunately, he was not a student at the time..."

A group of people were chattering and whispering, and with the last sound of the Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall took away the bench and the Sorting Hat. Dumbledore stood up, looked at the students with a smile on his face, and stretched his arms slightly, There seems to be nothing more joyful than students coming together.

Iger knew that the old man was really fucking happy...

"Welcome..." Dumbledore glanced at him: "Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words, that is..."

"Stupid! Crying nose! Residue! Twist!" Iger and Dumbledore said in unison: "Thank you everyone!"

Looking at the students who looked around in surprise, Iger shrugged.

Dumbledore nodded to Iger with a smile: "I always knew that the two of us have a common language."

Hermione looked at Iger a little worried, Iger won't really turn into that crazy old man, right? It seems that Elsa is indeed far-sighted...

Harry looked at Iger with some hesitation: "What is this... strange code?"

"You know, that old man has been a little crazy." Iger nodded, and Harry lowered his head in embarrassment, as if his mind had been punctured...

Before Harry could think too much, the plate in front of him was instantly filled with all kinds of food.

"It's hot pot!" Wood looked in front of Iger in surprise: "It seems that the group of house elves know that Iger is back."

"House elves? Hogwarts also has house elves?" Hermione looked at Wood angrily.

"There have always been, but I don't know where they are, but Iger knows that he never let us disturb them." Wood nodded.

"We know it too!"

"We ate too!"

"It tastes great!"

“It feels great!”

The two Weasley brothers came over and said with a smile.

"You know you didn't take me!" Wood frowned at them.

"You didn't ask us either."

"We dare not say.

"

The Weasley brothers were arguing with Wood, and Hermione sat on a chair sullenly, eating absent-mindedly. Fortunately, because of Kaka, the little girl was much more receptive to such things, and Iger felt This is all thanks to the Grangers. The Grangers have told Hermione more than once not to be too serious and try to change slowly. Otherwise, Iger thinks that Hermione must not even eat dinner.

"Iger..." Harry moved closer to Iger: "There is something I want to tell you..."

"The scar hurts?" Iger said, holding a lamb chop in his hand.

Harry looked at Iger in surprise: "How do you know?"

"I know a lot more, Harry, and I will tell you all when the time is right." Iger nodded: "Severus has something to do with you, but he won't harm you, anyone in this world will It's possible to kill you, even Professor Dumbledore, but only Snape, even though he really hates you, see the way he looks at you? It's like looking at a piece of shit... "

Harry was a little dazed, seeing the piles of food in front of him and suddenly lost his appetite, why did he suddenly talk about shit?

The question is why you can still eat with relish?

Ron and the others on the side were discussing with Nick why they were almost headless. Iger casually pulled Hermione to block her eyes, and then the little girl heard disgusting retching sounds from all around.

"What happened?" Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

"I don't know...I just know that I can't eat anymore..." Harry was obviously shocked by the scene just now.

After a while, the dinner on the table disappeared, and the dessert appeared on the table.

"Why is yours different from ours, Iger?" Hermione asked in surprise, looking at the iced lemon juice and some sweet and sour candies in front of Iger.

"Because I have a good relationship with them." Iger shrugged.

"Egger was right."

"We are not treated like this..."

Fred and George looked at Iger wistfully: "How did you do it? An exclusive dinner..."

"If you treat them well, they will treat you well. The relationship is mutual." Iger crossed his hands and fingers and said with gestures.

The twins looked at each other, feeling a little inexplicable. Iger felt that pure-blood families really couldn't understand what it was like to be nice to house elves, even the Weasley family...

"I'm half and half." A little boy said, Iger remembered his name was Seamus?

"My father is a Muggle. After my mother got married, she told him that she was a wizard, but it scared him a lot." The people around suddenly laughed.

Harry shrugged sadly: "I think my parents should be wizards, you said it, Iger."

"That's right, but your mother is a wizard from a Muggle family, and your father is a wizard from a pure-blood family, so you should be considered a mixed race." Iger nodded.

"I don't have any other relatives?" Harry looked at Iger and asked eagerly. After all, although he doesn't hate the Dursleys so much now, it's hard to like them.

"I'm sorry, but in fact the Potter family was killed. It wasn't just your parents Harry who died that night," Iger said.

This was also a question he had at the beginning. He had read in a book that Harry had seen more than a dozen people in the Mirror of Erised, and later checked the Potter family.

The result is obvious, the dead are clean...

"Ah, ah, ah..." Iger looked at Harry and waved his hands: "At least better than me, I don't even know who my parents are..."

"I'm sorry, Iger." Harry looked a little depressed.

"Actually, I don't think those are important, Harry." Iger shook his head, looking at Harry with scrutiny in his eyes: "We can't choose what kind of people our parents are, whether they are great or humble, whether they Health or death, I think we can at least choose what kind of person we want to be. Life has nothing to do with other people. I think there are many more important people in my life. This is enough and there is nothing to be sad about. .”

"Iger..." Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Iger, her little hand tightly holding Iger's hand.

In the distance, Snape watched Hermione holding Iger's hand and squinted his eyes. He probably knew why Iger chose to go to Gryffindor, and then a feeling of anger came to Hermione, as if Hermione It's like stealing his son.

Gryffindor again...

Snape's eyes were gloomy, and the curved fork in his hand was rubbing back and forth on the table.

And that Potter's son...

Snape's face darkened even more...

After dinner, Dumbledore stood up and looked at the students below.

"Now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I want to say a few more words to you and put forward some points for attention."

Iger was lying on the table bored, listening to Dumbledore's speech on the stage, it was nothing more than the same kind, this year there was an extra corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.

Iger knew that Dumbledore was training Harry. After all, from the book, Dumbledore had asked Snape to keep an eye on Quirrell long ago. The reason why Harry was able to find the location of the Sorcerer's Stone was because Deng Bullido deliberately let him face Voldemort.

But Iger doesn't care about that, he has his own ideas...

According to Iger's idea, the plot can collapse, but how to collapse must be decided by oneself!

A few minutes later, Dumbledore motioned for all the teachers and students to sing the school song together, and each could choose a tune they liked.

Iger saw the faces of the teachers on the teacher's bench stiffen instantly...

In the end, Iger and the Weasley brothers sang the whole song sadly and deeply with the funeral march, and Dumbledore directed the last summary for them with the wand in his hand. Dumbledore watched the three applaud enthusiastically, But it seems that only his applause is the most enthusiastic...

"Music... more glamorous than anything we do here! It's bedtime, everyone go back to the dorms."

...

A few minutes later, Iger and a group of freshmen followed Percy to chase away Peeves and returned to the common room.

"Password." The fat lady looked at Iger and smiled.

"Dragon slag..." Percy opened his mouth to answer, then turned to look at Iger: "Actually, I wanted to change it to a small egg, but the other prefects didn't agree."

"I think dragon slag is better..." Iger smacked his lips.

A group of freshmen looked at the common room that looked very warm in surprise. Iger yawned, said good night to Hermione, and returned to the boys' dormitory.

"Why are you in the room by yourself?" Ron's envious voice came, and Iger turned his head to look. Ron and Harry were looking at him eagerly with his two little heads stacked at the door.

"Because this is my previous room, it was vacated for me from the beginning, and there are not so many people in the school anyway." Iger spread his hands: "It is estimated that the elves helped me clean it up. It seems that no one has been there in the past two years." live."

"That's great..." Ron's eyes were a little envious, and Harry felt that it was too extravagant for Iger to have a room by himself.

Early the next morning, Iger tidied up lazily, and it took him a long time to get to the Transfiguration teacher. As soon as he entered the room, he found that Professor McGonagall was reprimanding Harry and Ron. It seemed that they were late. ①

Iger laughed, and then suddenly remembered that he seems to be a student now...

"It seems that Mr. Morrises is the one who needs to become an alarm clock more than Potter and Weasley." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and looked at Iger.

Hermione sat on the long table aside and looked at Iger with a helpless sigh.

"Sorry, professor, I ate too much last night, slept too soundly, and got up late." Iger smacked his lips and said dryly.

It took a long time for Professor McGonagall to let Iger go, but Iger also helped them divert their firepower.

In the Transformation class, Professor McGonagall asked the students to turn a match into a needle. Hermione fiddled with it for a long time, and finally succeeded in turning a match into a needle. Looking at the students who couldn't do anything else, Hermione A little proudly raised his chin to Iger, wanting some encouragement.

Ai Gemo pouted at her silently, and the little girl's face turned red suddenly.

"Very good transformation, five points for Gryffindor." Professor McGonagall nodded, looking at the needle that Hermione transformed with satisfaction.

Iger flicked his fingers back and forth, and the match in front of him turned into a needle for a while, a stick for a while, and a rope for a while, twisting and twisting.

"Perfect wandless and silent casting, Gryffindor adds 20 points." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger and smiled: "It would be better if it could be more stable."

Iger grinned in embarrassment.

"How did he do it?" Ron looked in Iger's direction in surprise and asked Harry in a low voice, "I thought we would be able to learn the spell if we mastered it."

Harry nodded: "Iger learned it directly after mastering the spell. All his spells are like this. I think he is a genius. He said that he just has too much magic power, and he was forced to hold it up..."

"It's great to be silent..." Ron looked bitterly at the match in front of him, and it didn't work for a long time. He was thinking about whether he should sharpen the match, maybe he could get away with it?

Harry was also a little anxious at first, but when he found out that only Hermione and Iger succeeded in the whole class until the end of get out of class, he was not in a hurry...

"What is the Obscure?" Harry recalled what Ron said just now: "I've heard people say that Iger can live past the age of ten or something. You also said that on the train that day. This has nothing to do with the Obscure." Does it matter?"

"A silent person refers to a child who has a silent child in his body. In the era of a hundred years ago, many Muggle-born children kept suppressing their magic power because of persecution, which caused the magic power to deteriorate and form silent in the body. It finally broke out. It is said that no one has ever lived to be ten years old silently. That is a big mark." Ron whispered to Harry: "So Iger caused quite a stir after he managed to survive. Wondering how he survived."