Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

At night, in Professor McGonagall's office, Professor McGonagall is correcting students' homework. Because of the large amount of homework left, Professor McGonagall's work is much more than other professors.

"Meow~"

A black cat squatted next to Professor McGonagall's desk.

"What's the matter, Iger? If possible, I hope you can go back to sleep early." Professor McGonagall waved his wand in his hand and closed the door: "Okay, if you have anything to say, hurry up."

The cat changed shape, and Iger appeared in front of Professor McGonagall: "Let me recommend an excellent ball seeker to you."

"Are you recommending yourself? It seems that you have practiced a lot?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help laughing at Iger's appearance: "I can help you apply to Professor Dumbledore."

"No, no, although I can ride pretty well, but I don't have much interest in Quidditch." Iger waved his hand: "I'm talking about Harry, he is a natural Quidditch player."

"Don't tell me that you took that kid to ride Iger on a broomstick." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger seriously: "It's dangerous."

"Not yet, but he is indeed very talented, I assure you, after all, his father is James Potter." Iger laughed: "I'm just thinking about the academy, you know Slytherin is seven years old. Consecutive crown."

Professor McGonagall was a little hesitant. Iger's words made her really tempted. She missed the trophy for seven consecutive years, which made her often avoid Snape, and also made the elderly Professor McGonagall feel very embarrassed.

As long as it can give honor to the academy, what is it to violate the school rules? !

Most of Gryffindor's courage is spent violating school rules!

"I'm going to take Harry to the outskirts of Hogsmeade to practice tomorrow. You can watch there. I'm very good at the Levitation Charm and Apparition, so don't worry." Iger laughed.

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips tightly, thinking about Iger's words in his mind. Compared with the Academy Cup, a small violation of the school rules may not be a big problem?

"So, good night~" Iger looked at Professor McGonagall and smiled, his figure shrank again, and he walked quietly in the corridor at night.

Immediately there came a somewhat suppressed startled sound, and Fred patted his chest and looked at Iger's figure.

"It scared me to death, I thought it was Mrs. Norris..." Fred breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" George appeared at the corner of the corridor with a bunch of snacks in his arms.

Iger looked around and stood up with a spin: "Good evening, gentlemen..."

"Cool..." The twin brothers looked at Iger and said in unison.

"You turned out to be an Animagus, Iger." Fred said in a suppressed voice.

"I've practiced for a long time, maybe you can try it too, Professor McGonagall will be willing to help you." Iger looked at the two with a smile.

"Would you be willing to deduct points for us..." George came over and handed Iger a piece of pastry.

"No, she taught me." Iger grinned.

Originally, I planned to lend them the Marauder's Map for fun, but considering that my appearance might cause some butterfly effects, it would be bad if the two of them saw Peter Pettigrew...

"I suggest you go back to the dormitory quickly, or Filch will go crazy again." Iger smiled: "Good night, both of you."

The two looked at each other.

"Maybe we should really learn about the Animagus..."

"Help each other…"

Early the next morning, Iger was forced to get up from the bed by Harry and Ron who couldn't wait. The rice cracker yelled and waved his little paw at the two of them, seeming very dissatisfied with them for disturbing Iger's sleep.

"As I said, this is against school rules." Hermione said angrily.

"So you're still following?" Iger grinned.

Hermione lacked confidence: "I'm just afraid that something might go wrong with you.

"

Harry and Ron were snickering behind, and Iger also wanted to laugh a little. He led a few people to a statue and opened a secret passage along the way, and led the three of them in quickly.

"There is actually a secret passage here? How did you know, Iger?" Ron was a little surprised.

"There are many secrets in the castle. There are seven secret passages in total. It's up to you whether you can find them." Iger nodded, and answered Ron's words evasively. They poked their heads out of Honeyduke's cellar.

Ten minutes later, on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, Iger took out three small brooms from his pocket, spread his hands, and the three brooms suddenly became normal size.

"Where did you find so many brooms?" Ron was a little surprised: "It turned out to be two comets..."

Harry stared at the slender broom in the middle, with a row of words engraved on the top of the broom: Nimbus 2001.

"At Hogwarts, there is always help for those who are worthy of help." Iger waved his hand, signaling the three to stand by the broom.

He found the other two brooms in the Room of Requirement, where there were simply too many brooms...

"Put your hand up to the broom and say: Get up and be emotional," Iger said.

"Get up!" Harry said, looking at the broom, and the Nimbus 2001 swished into his hand.

Harry stared in surprise. In the dark, a tabby cat looked at Harry with its mouth slightly open.

"Get up!" Ron said, seeing Harry's appearance, reaching for the broom.

With a bang, the broom hit Ron's face, and Harry and Hermione laughed.

"Don't laugh..." Ron struggled for a long time before finally letting the broom fly into his hands.

Hermione looked at Iger, stretched out her hand and said softly, "Get up!"

Thankfully, the broom flew into Hermione's hands, and Iger will never forget the way Hermione wiped her tears and was stomped by the broom in the backyard of Granger's house.

"Very good, basically okay." Iger nodded: "Harry first, Hermione, give me the broom."

Taking the broom that Hermione handed over, Iger leaned on the broom and flew into the air above the heads of several people with a whoosh.

"Harry, get on the broom and kick the ground."

Harry did as Iger said, and the broom whizzed and flew up. Harry looked at the broom under him in surprise.

Iger took out a small stone from his pocket: "I'm throwing the stone out here, and you must catch it in your hand before it hits the ground."

As soon as the words fell, Iger threw the stone out suddenly. Harry was stunned, then turned the direction of the broom and chased after it.

Iger threw it with great force, and the small stone roared and flew into the distance. Harry looked at the direction where the stone fell and swooped down suddenly, grabbing the stone in his hand.

Seeing Harry falling from the sky excitedly, Ron screamed excitedly.

"How do you feel?" Iger looked at Harry.

Harry's heart beat a little faster: "I feel like it can be a little faster..."

"Very good talent." A serious voice sounded, and the tall and thin figure of Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared next to them.

Harry and the three of them turned pale with fright.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Iger laughed: "With such a talent, I think Professor Dumbledore will make an exception and let him join the team."

"Fifty-foot dive, you scared me, Iger." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, but she looked a little agitated, and she looked at Harry: "The extremely fast dive at that speed didn't even scratch the skin. Come with me, Potter."

With that said, Professor McGonagall hurried away with Harry.

"Harry won't be expelled?" Ron looked at Iger with a bitter face.

"Of course not. I applied to Professor McGonagall last night to take you out today, and Harry is about to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Iger shook his head: "Harry is on the Quidditch team." Talented, his father was the best Seeker among the cadets in the past century, there is a trophy room, this is talent."

Ron looked very excited: "Then can I?"

"I don't think it's possible..." Iger shook his head: "But it should be possible in the future."

"Okay..." Ron shrugged a little disappointed: "I think we should help Harry celebrate."

"I agree, how about having a banquet in the kitchen at night?" Iger nodded.

...

The news that Harry has been approved as Gryffindor's new Seeker has caused quite a stir in the school, and the matter has been discussed in recent days.

"I've never ridden a broom, my grandma never let me."

On Thursday morning, in the sunlit auditorium, Neville was talking.

Both Harry and Ron felt that Neville's grandmother was very reasonable, because even if Neville had both feet on the ground, something unexpected might happen.

"You're just too unconfident, Neville." Iger was lying on the table, with a long straw in his mouth, and the straw was connected to the cup in his hand: "Actually, I really think you're quite confident." Talented, at least it can be seen in the herbal medicine class."

"Maybe it's because Professor Sprout is the only one who doesn't reprimand me..." Neville said a little unconfidently.

"Haven't you already mastered the Flying Curse I taught you?" Iger laughed: "This is not a spell that first-year students can master."

"Iger is right." Hermione sat next to Iger and looked at Neville: "You really lack confidence. In fact, you can do better."

"I think so." Neville still had that unsure attitude.

Iger thinks that Neville may have parents because of his parents, but it is more likely that his grandma is too strict with him.

It was another routine owl shower, and an owl flew up to Neville and handed him a small package.

"Here's the memory ball." Neville opened the package and said, "Grandma knows I always have a bad memory, and he'll tell you if there's anything you forgot to do, just hold it tight, like this, if It turned red, oh..."

Neville immediately straightened his face, and the memory ball in his hand glowed red: "It means you forgot something."

"The problem now must be that you forgot what you forgot, right?" Iger laughed.

Not far away, Malfoy passed the Gryffindor long table, subconsciously made a move, and snatched Neville's memory ball.

Harry and Ron jumped to their feet, probably for some reason, they wanted to have a fight with Malfoy.

"Get out!" Iger turned to look at Malfoy.

Malfoy saw Iger's face change, and he realized that Iger had been lying opposite Neville...

Malfoy hurriedly stuffed the memory ball into Neville's arms, and left in a hurry.

In the distance, Professor McGonagall walked towards this side, and what happened just now seemed to have caught her attention.

"Very good deterrent, Mr. Morrisses." A smile leaked from Professor McGonagall's stern face, nodded to several people, turned and left.

"I just said that Professor McGonagall has always been biased towards us." Iger laughed.

Ron looked at Iger strangely: "You scared him into this virtue with just one spell?"

"Of course there are other reasons..." Iger nodded: "For example, the spell blew up the entire wall..."

"Wow..." Harry laughed.

"Iger has always been Slytherin's nightmare." Wood walked over and greeted several people.

"I can't even fight."

"I don't dare to scold."

Fred and George followed Wood.

Wood looked at Harry: "Professor McGonagall has already asked you to leave for the flight lesson this afternoon. All you have to do this afternoon is to have Quidditch training with us."

Then Wood looked at Iger sadly: "It would be even better if you could join. I have seen you fly Iger, and your level is very high."

"But I'm really not very interested in Quidditch." Iger smiled.

"It's a pity, if you join the team, I'd like to give you my bat." Fred squeezed away Hermione who was next to Iger, sat next to Iger and held his shoulder.

"Maybe you can blow Slytherin's head off." George pushed Harry aside and sat on the other side of Iger.

Iger looked at them, wondering if they were talking about Bludgers or Slytherin heads.

"Remember that Flint?" Wood looked at Iger and laughed: "He is now the captain of the Slytherin team."

As he said that, Iger pointed to the long table in Slytherin, Iger turned his head to look, and a tall and strong bucktoothed boy avoided his gaze.

"His buck teeth seem bigger?" Iger frowned.

"The place you are paying attention to is really peculiar." Wood nodded with a smile: "But it is indeed bigger."

"Slytherin's classic tactic is to squeeze the opponent off the broom by their size, so they obviously have an advantage against Ravenclaw's bean sprouts." Wood frowned and looked in Slytherin's direction: "Then Boar-like sizes are easy to find in Slytherin."

"It's good for us too." Fred shrugged.

"We've lost seven years in a row..." George poked Wood's scar mercilessly.

"It's not the same, this year we have the first Seeker to join the Hogwarts team in the millennium." Wood looked at several people excitedly.

Iger chuckled, I hope, if I remember correctly, you still lost this year...

...

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Iger wobbled to the lawn of the flight class with Hermione's little loli.

"I bet a kiss, something will happen to Neville..." Iger whispered in Hermione's ear.

Hermione rolled her eyes with a flushed face, "Neville won't."

"Gambled?" Iger looked expectantly.

"Just bet..." Hermione's face flushed red.

A few minutes later, as Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, Neville lived up to expectations and had a problem. Before the whistle blew, he threw himself into the sky.

Seeing Neville getting taller and taller, everyone on the lawn exclaimed.

"Neville is flying..." Iger pointed his wand, and Neville's figure quickly fell from the air. Iger lifted his left hand, and Neville landed firmly on the ground.

Immediately, Iger waved his hand and recalled the broom that had gone mad.

"Quick reflexes, Mr Morrissey, ten points from Gryffindor."

Mrs. Hooch rushed over to check if there were any missing parts on Neville's body. Neville looked at Iger with a pale face.

"Iger, thank you."

"You're welcome." Iger said with a smile, while Hermione blushed.

Seeing the surrounding students gathered around Neville, Iger pointed to his face: "Here..."

The little girl tapped her foot and quickly kissed Iger's face, then turned her head with a flushed face.

Looking at Steam Ji who was steaming aside, Iger smiled like a little fox.