Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

After hearing Iger's description, Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Why are you so sure?" Ron looked at Iger.

Iger thought about it for the time being, it's better not to tell the two that he is an Animagus, so he said haha: "I know her better than you, and she gave me all my broomsticks."

"A broomstick? Professor McGonagall even gave you a broomstick?" Ron almost cried with envy: "What model?"

"Eh... Nimbus 2001..." Iger spread his hands.

"I believe what you said now, who can send me a halo? 1000 will do!" Ron murmured.

Harry looked at Iger and thought for a while: "Iger, what you mean is... It's okay to violate the school rules, but even if everyone knows it's us, as long as we have the ability not to be discovered, there will be no problem, right?"

"I think so." Iger nodded: "Where is this place? Magic school, every year there are students who violate the school rules in different ways, but as a wizard, it is obviously very embarrassing to be caught openly, but If you use a disillusionment spell, I think everyone will turn a blind eye to you except Snape, as for Filch, the guy is a squib, and Fred and George go out every now and then. , do you think when they were caught?"

"It's not shameful to be caught by a wizard, but as a wizard, it's shameful to be caught by a squib. With Professor McGonagall's upholding of Gryffindor's honor, it must be very miserable to be caught by Filch." Iger told the two Looking at the stakes, the two little boys obviously didn't go as far as Iger thought.

After listening to Iger's words, the two finally realized something.

As the class time came, several people also packed up and walked towards the Potions classroom. Iger looked at Hermione who ran to him with a sullen head in the distance and smiled, then turned to look at Harry: "Sit down honestly." By my side, don’t say a word, just listen to the class honestly.”

Harry nodded nervously, and Iger didn't feel like he was going to class, but rather like going to the battlefield...

A few minutes later, in the Potions classroom.

The door opened with a bang, and Snape walked in in a hurry. Iger didn't know whether he smashed it with his hands or kicked it with his feet, so hard...

Before he could think about anything, Iger felt his body rise into the air, and was dragged by Snape to the position of the Slytherin students.

Iger: "???"

Harry: "???"

This is so different from what you said!

Just as Iger was about to stand up, he saw Snape's threatening eyes... Iger thought it would be better to sit down, after all, he might deduct points from Gryffindor.

Just as Hermione was about to pick up the book and sit next to Iger, Snape's sinister voice rang out: "Sit down, Miss Granger, in view of your random getting up during class, Gryffindor will give you a buckle." point."

Hermione immediately sat down aggrieved.

Not far from Iger, Malfoy watched Hermione giggle viciously, Iger picked up the potion book expressionlessly, and slapped Malfoy on the head with a 'slap'.

I can't cure Snape, it's fine to cure you...

Iger slapped the sound very crisply, and a group of Gryffindor cubs couldn't help but snicker.

Malfoy glanced at Iger in horror, covered his head and looked at Snape on the stage, but Snape leaned against the table and looked at the students below as if he didn't see anything, his eyes drifted away from Harry from time to time with.

"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of potion preparation." Snape's voice was only a little higher than a whisper, but everyone could clearly hear his every word, Like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the intimidating power to keep classrooms in order without breaking a sweat.

"Since there's no foolish wand waving here,

So many of you probably won't believe that it's magic, and I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance wafting out of it, you won't really understand what's going on in people's veins Liquid, the kind of magical power that makes the mind sway and the mind is blurred..." Snape slowly tightened the black robe on his body with both hands, and looked at Iger below: "I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even Stopping death - but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I've been dealing with so often. "

Under the podium, Iger listened to Snape's gloomy and slow tone and grinned, but looking at the students around him, except for Iger, it was obvious that they couldn't smile much...

Snape didn't look at him, and after a brief self-introduction, he glanced at a group of young wizards in the room, and finally stopped on Harry again.

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "What would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry was dazed for a while, and glanced at Ron, but this teammate also looked confused...

Not far away, Iger wrote a row of words and held them up where Snape couldn't see them. Then Snape took two steps forward and stood in front of Harry, blocking his vision. But this is not a problem for Iger, Iger hooked his fingers, and the parchment in his hand flew up leisurely, Snape didn't turn his head, flicked his wand in his hand, and the parchment flying behind him immediately burned into powder.

Looking at Iger who shrugged helplessly towards him, Harry felt a burst of despair: "I don't know, sir..."

Snape sneered inaudibly, curled his lips contemptuously.

"Tsk tsk... It seems that fame doesn't mean everything." Snape ignored Hermione's raised hand, and ignored the little Bowtruckle under the table that was pulling his robe, and stared at Harry firmly: " Let's try again, Potter. If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

Harry was at a loss for a while, and Hermione raised his hand high beside him.

Iger was a little helpless, Snape was in a fight with Harry, and Iger felt that there was nothing he could do about it. Why did you tell me to take off his underpants? Or in front of the girl he likes...

In the end, he married his favorite girl and gave birth to a son whose mother is like a thief...

No wonder people miss you... although Harry is indeed quite innocent...

Beside Iger, Malfoy sneered again when he looked at Harry, and Crabgole and Crabgore trembled from laughter.

Iger rolled his eyes, and another book was slapped on it. After a crisp 'snap', Malfoy remembered that there was still such a plague god sitting beside him, and immediately put away his smile and looked at Iger tremblingly.

"I don't know, sir." Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Iger patting Malfoy, felt relieved, and almost laughed out loud.

He suddenly felt that it was okay even if he couldn't answer the question.

This class is enough...

"I don't think you've read a single book before term started, have you, Potter?" Snape's greasy voice sounded.

"He turned over Severus, I can testify!" Iger laughed cheerfully.

"Shut up, and call me Professor Snape." Snape looked gloomy, not looking at Iger.

Iger sneered in his heart, you have a big hooked nose...

"So, Potter, tell me what's the difference between Aconitum acanthus and Aconite chamaejasma?"

Hermione stood up, raising her arms high, and Iger felt like he could almost touch the ceiling of this basement...

"Don't aconites grow on the nose?" Iger murmured in confusion, Snape's body froze, and he ignored him.

"That's a blackhead..." Malfoy looked at Iger flatteringly, and shivered again when he saw Iger's gaze.

"I don't know, Professor." Harry said dryly, "But I think Hermione knows the answer, why don't you ask her? Iger is fine too."

Several students burst out laughing, and Snape's face darkened.

"Sit down!" Snape yelled angrily at Hermione, who shuddered in fright.

"Ahem..." Iger coughed, and the choked voice reached Snape's ears.

Snape took a deep breath, looked at Hermione, and said in a low voice, "...Please sit down...Miss Granger..."

"Let me tell you, Potter." Snape sat down in front of Harry: "Daffodil root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping potion. A kind of stone taken out of the stomach, has a strong detoxification effect, as for the boat-shaped aconitum and chamaejasma aconitum, they are the same plant, collectively called aconitum. Do you understand?"

Snape's voice seemed to be gritted out of his teeth: "You...why don't you write this all down?"

Amidst the sound of fumbling for a quill and the rustling of parchment, Snape strode up to the podium: "Potter, Gryffindor will lose one point for contradicting the teacher."

Harry feels terrible...

Potions class continued, but the situation of the little lions in Gryffindor didn't improve. Snape would catch someone and criticize him whenever he had the opportunity, and even those who had a lot of Slytherins were also reprimanded.

Snape asked the two to make a simple potion for boils, and Iger, who was so alive, was put into a group with Malfoy.

Iger flipped through the potion book impatiently: "Nettle..."

Malfoy found the nettle in a hurry, and Iger curled his lips: "I have to do it!"

Malfoy hurriedly searched for dried nettles again,

"Crush the snake's fangs..." Iger muttered, Malfoy nodded, and put the snake's teeth in a stone roller to grind them continuously.

After a while, Iger looked at Malfoy's crushed snake teeth: "Is the particle too big?"

In the distance, Harry and Ron watched Malfoy pointing and giggling. Obviously, Malfoy's fear of Iger made them feel good.

However, for Malfoy, who was bullied by Iger, Snape walked around the classroom as if I couldn't see you, and scolded anyone who had a problem.

Suddenly, there was a pungent smell. Neville burned Seamo's cauldron into a crooked piece. The potion in the cauldron was about to be spilled on the floor. With one pick, the potion flew into the air and shrank into a ball and disappeared into the air.

On the ground, a few drops of potion that had fallen had burned small holes in the stone slab.

"Idiot!" Snape looked at Neville suspiciously, but it may be because Iger reacted so quickly that he didn't feel as bad as he seemed.

"I suppose you put the porcupine quills in the cauldron without taking it off the fire?"

Neville burst into tears, but luckily he wasn't hurt by the boiling potion.

"Back to the original." Iger pointed to Seamus's crucible, which turned back to its original state after a while of tumbling: "I think you should master this spell, it's very practical."

"I have to tell you, Morrissey." Snape's sinister voice sounded: "With their magical powers, there is no way to restore a crucible that has deteriorated to its original state, at best, a broken bowl can be repaired. "

"What if..." Iger shrugged, "I think Neville is quite talented."

Neville looked at Iger gratefully, and Snape snorted noncommittally.

It didn't matter to Iger, he just wanted to divert Snape's attention away from Harry. After all, just now, Snape began to glance at Harry after training, apparently with some intentions. Give Harry some more trouble.

"Excellent wandless spellcaster Morrissey." Snape said in a slow tone.

The eyes of the little lions of Gryffindor suddenly lit up. Could it be that Snape is going to give Gryffindor extra points?

However, they obviously overestimated Snape's bottom line.

"Five points for Slytherin," Snape said greasy.

Iger: "???"

Are you fucking kidding me? Praising me for giving Slytherin points?

A group of little lions are heartbroken. Not only does Snape not intend to give Gryffindor points, but even in his eyes, Iger is his mother's Slytherin...

Harry didn't know how he crawled out of the dungeon from the steps, thoughts were racing through his mind, and he was very depressed.

There was only one thought in his head: Snape's heart was so fucking dark...

Harry was going to ask Eggs Snape why he hated him so much...

"Cheer up, he often deducts points from Fred and George." Ron touched Harry's arm: "Can I go see Hagrid with you?"

"Iger will be okay, right?" Harry looked at the Potions classroom. After class, Iger was left behind by Snape.

Hermione walked past the two angrily: "Iger will be fine, Snape treats him better than his own son."

In the Potions classroom, Iger looked at Snape with a smile: "Why do you keep me here?"

"Just to remind you not to say unnecessary words." Snape flipped through a book.

"What superfluous words..." Iger looked innocent: "But Harry's eyes are indeed..."

"Shut up." Snape interrupted Iger roughly: "Don't mention her name again."

The two stared at each other for a while, and Snape looked at Iger word by word: "Don't...tell...others."

"It's obviously the child of the person you love the most, but you're still so vile." Iger curled his lips.

"But he's also the child of the man I hate the most, he's just carved out of the same mold." Snape's face was gloomy.

Iger thought about it, and suddenly laughed: "Do you have anything left by Lily? Like hair or something."

Snape looked at Iger sarcastically: "What do you say? You still want her to come back to life? Don't think I don't know, you're planning the resurrection stone, but I think it's from the fact that you haven't been swallowed by the oath to death. Look, the resurrection stone should be real."

"I know that Muggle biologists have a method of cloning, and the children born look very similar to the cell provider..." Iger fiddled with his long and slender fingers absent-mindedly: "You want to raise a daughter Is it?"

Iger swears that he was only going to get mad at Snape for yelling at Hermione...

This time, Iger saw the previous light from Snape's eyes again...

"Wow...you're so perverted..." Iger smacked his lips dryly, got up and planned to run away, the next second his body flew into the air again, Snape strode out of the school with Iger in his arms, and a group of students who watched were stunned stunned.