Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Harry looked at Ron in surprise: "No one survived?"

"Maybe, but I've never heard of it." Ron shook his head: "It's terrible to erupt silently. On the day Iger erupted, it was said that six streets in the Muggle city were blown up. Fortunately, no one died. Drop, Dumbledore published in the Daily Prophet that Iger could barely control Momo at that time, otherwise many people would definitely die that time."

"I also heard the news at the Dursleys' house. It was said on TV that it was a series of gas explosions..." Harry nodded, "Iger is really powerful."

"I don't know if he is strong or not, but I think he is so handsome, don't you think his words are meaningful?" Ron looked at Iger and smirked: "If I can be that powerful..."

"What? If you are that good, maybe you can turn a match into a needle, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall's serious voice sounded behind the two of them, and Harry felt as if a pile driver was sitting next to him machine…

Fortunately, although Professor McGonagall is strict, he will not deduct points for absenteeism in class, which allows Ron to escape.

The whole day of lessons made Ron and Harry a little physically and mentally exhausted, but it was very easy for Iger and Hermione.

That evening, Iger showed up in Professor McGonagall's office on time.

Professor McGonagall looked at Iger and smiled. In fact, Professor McGonagall always took good care of Iger when there was no one in private. However, in order to maintain the fairness of the college and the dignity of teachers in front of outsiders, Professor McGonagall must It will be more severe. If Gryffindor makes a mistake, Professor McGonagall will definitely punish him harder.

"Well, let me see your progress, Iger." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger with his lips pursed. Except in front of outsiders, Professor McGonagall always called him by his Christian name.

With a wave of his wand in Iger's hand, the chair beside him suddenly turned into a humming pig.

"Perfect transformation, it seems that you have also read the advanced book of transformation I gave you?" Professor McGonagall looked at Iger and asked.

"It's almost the same. Although it's not very good in theory, I think I should be the kind of practical fighter..." Iger smiled embarrassingly.

Professor McGonagall also made him laugh: "Then let's start, you can try Animagus, and I will protect you by the side."

Animagus is a very difficult and dangerous magic. For the first transformation, someone must be there to guard it, in case there are unpredictable accidents in the transformation. Compared with Aisha, Professor McGonagall is obviously more Appropriate.

Iger nodded, raised his wand in his hand, and slowly concentrated his thoughts: "Animagus!"

As soon as the spell was uttered, Iger's body suddenly deformed strangely, like a group of Boggarts spinning rapidly. A few seconds later, a thin black cat meowed and lay on the ground.

Professor McGonagall looked at Iger's Animagus happily: "Iger, you may not know that I can make cats obey my commands since I was born shortly before I could speak. To be honest, your Animagus I really like Gus Transform."

Iger wanted to say thank you, but he could only hear his own meowing. Looking at his two fleshy front paws curiously, Iger turned around and changed back to the original.

"This is amazing!" Iger looked at his hands in surprise and gasped: "Professor, do I need to file with the Ministry of Magic?"

"I don't recommend you do this, Iger." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips: "Animagus can usually help wizards avoid some risks. If possible, I don't want too many people to know about it. Do you some help."

Iger was a little surprised, not by Professor McGonagall's words, but surprised that a serious person like Professor McGonagall would suggest that he be an illegal Animagus, but what Professor McGonagall said next surprised him even more.

"I know that sometimes you may be too busy to sneak into the kitchen at night, and students are not allowed to go out at night." Professor McGonagall showed a smile on his serious face: "But no one will restrict a cat..."

Iger grinned and nodded. Although I was surprised that Professor McGonagall, who has always strictly required students to abide by the school rules, would mention himself like this, but Iger did not intend to get to the bottom of it.

After bidding farewell to Professor McGonagall, Iger turned into a kitten and sneaked back to the room. In the room, Kodak looked at Iger, squeezed to Iger's side, arched, and the rice cracker screamed Cat's paw holding Iger.

When Iger saw the appearance of the two little things, he knew that they recognized him. This made Iger curious, what did they use to identify themselves...

Does it smell good?

...

For new students, finding the right path in the huge Hogwarts castle is not an easy task, especially for Harry and Ron.

"How did you find the right path?" Ron looked at Hermione and Iger in surprise: "Are we really stupid?"

Just as Hermione wanted to show off her sense of direction, a figure beside her sat down, and Wood spread his hands to several people: "No, Iger is stupider than you, it took him a whole month to barely find the seat of the auditorium, Snape carried it most of the time, or the house-elf brought it along..."

"I remember now." Iger nodded: "Although I only remember the location of the auditorium and kitchen, I think it is enough to find a place to eat."

Harry and the two on the side suddenly laughed, and they felt that they were not so incorrigible...

"But I'm practicing apparation now." Iger spread his hands.

Hermione closed the book in her hand and looked at Iger with a little surprise: "Didn't you already know it?"

"I'm talking about the apparition in the castle." Iger nodded.

"Impossible, you can't apparate in the castle, I read in a piece of Hogwarts history, the Hogwarts campus is under a spell, and no one can Apparate or Apparate in the school." Hermione watched as Iger corrected, and persuaded him to give up that unrealistic idea.

Iger drank iced lemon juice indifferently: "That's someone else, I am me, don't you believe me?"

Hermione looked at Iger with some confusion, not knowing whether to believe in the book or Iger.

Iger smiled and leaned over: "Well, if I successfully apparate on campus, how about you kiss me in front of everyone?"

As soon as the voice fell, the little lions beside him immediately called out '噫~', bustling around and coaxing.

“One bite is not enough!”

"At least two bites!"

The Weasley brothers were coaxing aside, Hermione's face was red, and then she frowned and looked at Iger: "You can bet, but what if you can't do it?"

"Then I'll give you a kiss." Iger waved his hand, it's fair competition... What is the face? nonexistent.

Hermione blushed even more when she heard Iger's words, and hurried away holding the book.

"She acquiesced..." Fred held Iger's shoulder.

"Get her done, this kind of girl is the most worthy of attack." George looked at Iger teasingly.

Beside the crowd, an old voice sounded.

"It's nice to be young, isn't it?" Dumbledore looked at a group of lion cubs with a pair of smiling eyes under his half-moon glasses.

"Professor Dumbledore..." Harry looked at Dumbledore a little nervously, and his heart beat a little.

Will Iger's behavior just now be deducted? Does the school allow dating?

"You can also enjoy the nourishment of love unscrupulously." Dumbledore looked at several people and nodded.

"You said this last time." Iger grinned.

"Next time I will change the sentence..." Dumbledore clapped his hands, turned around and left slowly.

"I have to say, Iger... You are probably the only one in the school who can keep up with the professor's thinking." Wood looked at Iger and nodded: "Most of the time we don't know what he is talking about."

"In fact, he may not know." Iger grinned: "I don't really know..."

"..."

So how did you guys get together? By brain waves?

...

Iger likes the herbal medicine class better. When he came to the greenhouse, he saw the small deformed shovel that he gave him in front of Professor Sprout.

He was wearing the dragon leather gloves that Iger gave him, and he was wearing a three-piece dust-proof apron for weeding.

Seeing Iger coming to the class, Professor Sprout smiled cheerfully at him.

After a while, Igger added five points to Gryffindor just because Iger reached out and handed her a water jug.

"I really envy your ability to have a good relationship with anyone." Hermione shook her hair in distress: "I can't do it, even the girls in the same courtyard have a normal relationship with me..."

Iger was a little surprised. He always thought that Hermione didn't care about these things very much. He didn't expect that the little girl also had a sensitive and fragile heart. Maybe it was the pride like a little swan that made her seem a little difficult to contact?

"No matter how good the relationship between the girls is, it's just to the point of going to the bathroom together..." Ron looked at Hermione in surprise: "Besides, who would care about that, Iger has no bottom line for you..."

Harry nodded approvingly, and seemed to agree with Ron's words very much.

Hermione's little face was flushed again, and she lowered her head sullenly. Iger looked at her and laughed.

"Iger!" Professor Sprout's voice sounded: "Tell me about the types of herbs in our daily home garden."

Iger pondered for a while, then looked at Professor Sprout with some hesitation: "emmm... what can be eaten and what can't be eaten?"

Hearing the laughter coming from all around, Professor Sprout shook his head helplessly: "Listen to the class carefully and don't affect Hermione."

Professor Sprout may be the only one among all the professors who directly addresses students by their names. Compared with other professors, Professor Sprout is obviously more popular with students.

Although most professors appreciate Iger, no matter what Iger's grades are, there must be courses that make Iger more blind.

Like Professor Binns' History of Magic...

The book said it was boring, but Iger never thought it would be so boring. Professor Binns read the text in the textbook in a slow tone.

During one class, Iger fell asleep five times, and was dragged up by Hermione every time, but looking at Hermione's appearance, it was obvious that he was a little sleepy.

As for Harry and Ron on the other side of the table, Iger felt that they did not fall asleep on the bed as fast as they did in Professor Binns's class. Not only did they fall asleep fast, but they seemed to sleep soundly...

The lessons in the past few days made Harry and Ron feel that although they didn't study very well, compared with other students, they looked like that?

The two of them had a feeling that everyone was a hundred and fifty steps away, but when they looked at Hermione again, the two of them became a little shy.

"She's crazy, Iger."

During the Charms class, Ron whispered to Iger: "It's horrible, she still drags you to the library every day? How on earth can you bear her?"

At this time, Hermione was sitting next to Parvati. She wanted to try to communicate with the girls in the same courtyard as Iger said, but judging by her appearance, the communication should not be very happy...

"Then what are you doing at night?" Iger spread his hands.

"Play wizard chess..."

"Guess Bibi multi-flavored beans..."

Iger is a little speechless, what a lack of extracurricular life...

"I'm just going to accompany Hermione. In fact, I've been sleeping in the library, or practicing spellcasting without a stick." Iger thought for a while.

"I suppose so, after all nobody's as crazy as she is..." Ron nodded.

...

Friday was a very important day for Harry and Ron, and it was also a turning point in their lives-they were finally able to find the exact location of the auditorium.

This moment made Harry and Ron feel that things were going well for a while, but after knowing that it was Snape's Potions class for a while, the smiles on their faces could not last.

Iger was absent-mindedly eating fried poached eggs, and there was a clattering sound from above the auditorium.

"Well... the owls are here." Iger divided the fried egg in his mouth with a knife and planned to leave it to Lak, because he heard Lak's unrestrained and free-loving laughter.

Ignoring the pointing and pointing of the surrounding students, Iger took off the envelope from Lack's paw, and Hagrid's messy handwriting came into view.

Dear Iger:

I know you don't have classes on Friday afternoon, and I wonder if you can bring Harry over to have tea with me around three o'clock in the afternoon. I'm curious about your first week. Please ask Luke or Hedwig to give me a reply.

— Hagrid.

Iger grinned and looked at Harry: "Hagrid asked us to go to his place in the afternoon. I suggest you bring your own snacks and drinks..."

Harry nodded approvingly.

Iger waved his hand, and a row of letters appeared on the back of the parchment: "Of course!"

After finishing the fried eggs, Lak let out another weird laugh, and after attracting another wave of attention, he left with the letter.

"This owl is so handsome, it's the first time I've seen an owl with such a call? How much did you pay for it?" Ron looked at Lark's back with some longing.

"Thirty Galleons..." Iger flattened his mouth: "It is said to be the last one. It is super rare. At first it cost fifty Galleons..."

"It's terrible..." Ron grimaced, and quickly dispelled the unrealistic thoughts in his heart.

"What's even more frightening is that I will have two Potions lessons with the Slytherin students soon..." Harry's eyes were a little blank.

Ron nodded: "Snape is the head of Slytherin House, and they all say that he favors his own students. Now we can see if that's true."

"It would be great if Professor McGonagall could also favor us..." Harry thought, then shook his head, Professor McGonagall left the most homework...

"Professor McGonagall has always been biased towards us Harry." Iger looked at Harry and laughed: "As long as you find the right way, don't let Professor McGonagall catch you in front of other colleges."

"What do you mean?" Harry looked at Iger with some puzzlement.

"For example, if you are caught by Professor McGonagall during a night tour with a Slytherin student, she will deduct 20 points from Slytherin and 50 points from you." Iger smiled.

Ron's face became more bitter: "Our dean is scarier than Snape..."

"But..." Iger laughed: "If you can use some method to prevent other people from seeing you, even if Professor McGonagall knows that you are traveling at night, even if you pass by her, she will just pretend not to see you I see, the premise is that you don't hurt Gryffindor's honor in front of his house again, understand?"