Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"That's Fiendfyre, if you don't play it well, you might die..." Iger smacked his lips: "That's why Professor Dumbledore is on the sidelines."

"Don't worry, we won't ask you to teach us such dangerous things."

"We're just curious." George held Iger's shoulders: "I'm curious why the elementary school students learn these things from the professors."

"Could it be to become a new generation of Dark Lord?" Fred said with a smile.

"I think this idea is good..." Iger nodded and laughed: "Are you going to be my minions?"

"God, the power of the new generation of Dark Lords is really unreliable..." Fred spread his hands.

"Are you going to send us to laugh the enemy to death?" George laughed.

"It's just to enhance my strength." Iger spread his hands helplessly: "I have such a unique magical power in Moran, and I hold it back. I may use it when I learn more. After all, I am in a mess in other aspects."

The twins looked at each other and laughed. Fred looked at Iger and said with a smile: "This reason is so cool, how about bringing us one?"

"Aren't you going to set up some kind of organization?" Iger looked at the two with some doubts.

"That's a good idea. If you are the boss, we will help you." George nodded.

"But don't let Ron know, he will cry." Fred laughed.

Iger felt a little speechless, what are these two people really thinking about...

"Okay, what's the name of the organization?" Iger pursed his lips. In fact, he also found the twins' proposal quite interesting.

"How about the poisonous egg?" Fred opened his mouth without thinking.

"Eggs of death are fine too!" George said casually on the street.

Iger was messed up for a while, and you guys got into a fight with the egg, right?

Is my name fucking funny?

"Don't make trouble." Iger curled his lips: "Then it might as well be called Dandantang..."

The twins looked at each other and said in unison: "Good name!"

Iger: "???"

In the end, Iger still failed to win over the two. When the minority obeyed the majority, the twins decided the name of the organization very strongly:

Egg Hall!

EGG HOUSE!

Abbreviation: E·H, or Egg House...

Iger was confused when he saw the happy faces of the two...

Why the hell am I being mean?

think about it! In the future, after I become a great magician, my resume will read as follows:

Iger Morrissey.

People call it poisonous eggs.

Single-handedly founded such a famous organization as Dandantang...

Subsidiary industry: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes...

What the hell is going on with me? Iger froze for a while.

Can it be a little tight?

Thoughts kept rolling in his mind, Iger went back to bed and gradually fell asleep.

Early the next morning, on the long table of Gryffindor in the auditorium, Iger drank the milk listlessly, and the owls flooded into the auditorium as usual, delivering packages one by one to their targets.

Six long-eared owls flew up to Harry carrying a long package, and Harry picked up the envelope and looked at it.

"Don't look at it, it's probably Professor McGonagall who gave you the broom, God, she's really rich... and she gave me another broom," Iger said.

Harry looked at the letter, and it was exactly as Iger said, but he didn't rush to open the package, and Professor McGonagall asked him not to be seen.

With a burst of joy in his heart, Harry handed the letter to Ron.

"Light Wheel 2001!" Ron sighed enviously, "That's great..."

Iger laughed: "You guys have been exposed to me..."

"How?" Harry looked at Iger curiously.

"I started making deals with Professor Dumbledore,

He gave me a 2001, but I gave it away, and then I helped Gryffindor suppress Slytherin once, Professor McGonagall knew that I gave away the broom, so he gave me another one . "Iger chuckled: "It stands to reason that a normal version of the Quidditch 2000 in the college is enough to crush. Professor McGonagall may not want you to feel partial. "

"That's complicated..." Ron smacked his lips.

Iger nodded: "Although there is only one figure difference, 2001 is indeed a lot more expensive. You must win, Harry."

Harry nodded, and couldn't wait to walk out of the auditorium with Ron with the package.

A few minutes later, Hermione walked in angrily with her book in her arms: "Look at them, as if they are grateful that I don't talk to them!"

Iger shook his head helplessly. There are only two kinds of people in Hermione's eyes, Iger and others...

Whether she copied her homework or violated school rules, it didn't matter to Hermione. Iger thought it might be because of the personality cult he had set up for her since she was eight years old.

As for Harry and Ron, Hermione would criticize them without hesitation if they violated the school rules or something. I have to say that Hermione at this age is really not very likable, but Iger feels okay and I like it. That's it.

Looking at the weather outside the castle, Iger felt that the weather was good, and planned to go to the Forbidden Forest to find Buckbeak to fly around, and help Hermione change her mood by the way.

The two walked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Red figures were flying in the sky on the Quidditch pitch in the distance. Today is Gryffindor training time.

...

"The first thing to do is to bow, and be careful not to blink!" Iger said to Hermione standing in front of Buckbeak, keeping a distance between the two.

Hermione turned pale looking at Buckbeak's huge body, but she did so out of trust in Iger.

After a long while, the little girl rode on Buckbeak's back with a nervous and joyful expression, and touched the big eagle's feathers curiously.

"Let's go, let's take you flying around." Iger grinned, his legs clamped on Buckbeak's stomach, Buckbeak stood up, and flew forward, his huge wings spread out, soaring into the sky And rise.

Hermione sat in front of Iger with a flushed face, and Iger at this moment gave her a feeling of Prince Charming.

Iger directed Buckbeak to rush towards the Quidditch pitch, grabbed the Quaffle and threw it into the opposite ring under the surprised eyes of a group of players and Coffin.

The cheers from Fred and George reached Iger's ears with the wind. Iger laughed and greeted the students around him, and Hermione's face was flushed with excitement.

"Iger! What is this?" Harry rode a broom and flew not far away. Buckbeak tilted his head and looked at Harry, flapping his huge wings to stay in the air.

Iger grinned: "The Hippogriff, Buckbeak, be careful, stay away from the first meeting, it's a bit dangerous."

Buckbeak murmured something, a little dissatisfied with Iger's words, and then Iger signaled Buckbeak to fly away, and the Weasley brothers flew around them curiously on broomsticks along the way.

Iger rode Buckbeak all the way to the Black Lake. Since it was the weekend, many people in the school saw Buckbeak.

Buckbeak landed beside the black lake, Iger floated down from it, and picked Hermione up again.

A group of students scattered in the distance followed Buckbeak who was next to Iger.

Iger looked at Malfoy who was looking at him in the crowd and laughed, remembering that this kid seemed to be scratched later?

"Want to come up for a ride?" Iger looked at Malfoy and smiled.

Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he looked at Iger eagerly: "I... can I?"

Iger felt that this kid was being bullied a bit miserably, and he was trembling when talking to him?

"You can try, but do as I tell you." Iger tilted his head, motioning Malfoy to come closer.

Malfoy leaned over excitedly, and Iger couldn't help laughing when he looked at him. Although his character was a bit annoying, he was still a kid...

Isn't it to let yourself be ruled submissively?

After a while, Malfoy felt that his eyes were sore, and Buckbeak finally bowed slightly to him.

Iger motioned for Malfoy to come closer and floated him onto Buckbeak.

"Hold its neck." Iger said, looking at Malfoy.

"What?" Malfoy froze.

Iger patted Buckbeak's hind legs, Buckbeak raised his head, and with a 'wow' he spread his wings and rushed towards the lake, and then the wings flapped into the sky, and Malfoy's screams came from afar .

Iger thought it would be good to let Malfoy get in touch with Buckbeak in advance, lest the kid do any tricks later.

After flying around with Malfoy, Buckbeak spread his wings and landed beside Iger. Looking at Malfoy's appearance, the excitement was obviously broken.

Outside the crowd, Professor McGonagall hurried over: "I don't recommend that you bring the creatures in the Forbidden Forest to Mr. Morrisus on campus."

Iger stuck out his tongue, looking innocent.

"So please bring it back to the Forbidden Forest as soon as possible to avoid any problems." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger with his mouth pursed, but no points were deducted after all.

Iger nodded, and took Buckbeak back to the Forbidden Forest. Hermione followed Iger and patted her chest with her head sullen: "Seeing Professor McGonagall scared me to death, I thought she would deduct points for you."

"No." Iger whispered: "Looking at her, I am very happy that a freshman in my college can tame the eagle horse. Professor McGonagall will not deduct points casually for such embarrassing things."

Iger grinned: "You may not be able to see that Professor McGonagall is actually not as well-behaved as you see."

At night, on the long table in Gryffindor, Harry sat next to Iger with some disappointment: "It's a pity, why did Professor McGonagall go so early, Wood won't let us leave the training ground, I still want to wait until the training is over Go for a ride."

"Look at Malfoy..." Ron looked angrily at the direction of the Slytherin table: "I'm so proud of him, I can hear him showing off all day, Iger, why didn't you tell us earlier."

Iger spread his hands: "There will be opportunities in the future, not bad for a while, if you want to go to the Forbidden Forest, just follow Heiger."

"Forget it." Harry shook his head: "It feels no different from sending us to death when we go in."

"Hagrid may send us out in a box by then." Ron nodded, agreeing.

...

At night, as soon as Iger returned to the tower, he was dragged out by the restless Weasley brothers. According to their speech, they should learn some useful spells from Iger. At this time, they were already in the third grade and hadn't learned anything yet.

Iger led them all the way to the Room of Requirement, and the twins were excited for a while.

"I remember it used to be a broom cupboard?" Fred looked around. "George and I came here when Filch was chasing us."

"This is the Room of Requirement, the most mysterious place in Hogwarts for thousands of years. It not only has a place for us to train, but also has contraband hidden here by students for thousands of years. Even the professors don't know about it. Iger clapped his hands and pointed to a dummy holding a wand in front of him: "Shall we start now?"

"Have you decided to teach us anything?" George was a little excited.

"How about the Disarming Curse?" Iger smiled.

The twins looked at each other, quite bored: "Oh...Come on..."

"Then what do you want to learn?" Iger looked at the two and asked.

"A bit more interesting."

"The effect is sensational."

Iger thought for a while, then swipe at the dummy casually, and the dummy suddenly split up and down, and the whole section was as smooth as a knife.

"Cool..." The two said in unison.

"This curse is called Shenfeng Wuying." Iger looked at the two and said, "It's a black magic... so you have to promise me that you must think carefully before casting the curse."

The twins nodded and followed Iger honestly.

It has to be said that compared to ordinary spells and white magic that are difficult to release, black magic is really easy to learn, easy to use, and powerful, which is why many wizards are addicted to black magic.

"In any case, don't release it in school. I have to tell you that Snape invented this spell." Iger looked at the two with a serious expression: "If he knows, he will definitely not let it go." Yours."

"I knew that old guy was very fond of black magic." Fred nodded.

The two didn't study for too long. Although the spell Snape invented was dangerous, it was surprisingly easy to learn. Both twins were good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, so they learned it quickly. .

"Now it's actual combat, you two can attack me together." Iger stood looking at the two from a distance.

"You can't use Fiendfire."

"You can't use the Unforgivable Curse, either."

"You can't use Shenfeng Wuying either."

"Otherwise we'll hang up."

The two sang together and set the rules for Iger. Iger shrugged and didn't mind at all: "Yes."

Then, Iger pulled out his wand and pointed it at the two: "Let's start?"

As soon as the voice fell, two red lights shot one meter in front of Iger, and then exploded as if blocked by something.

Iger pointed his wand at the two of them, and with a subtle flick of his wrist, several red lights shot towards the two of them.

Iger carefully controlled the output of his magic power, and kept the magic spell in a normal state as much as possible to prevent any danger.

The twins waved their wands and resisted Iger's spell with some difficulty, and the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared.

For the two of them, Iger's troublesome silent casting and uninterrupted casting speed are simply nightmares.

Fred hurriedly avoided Iger's spell, and smiled at Iger showing off.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be distracted during the battle." Iger put away his wand and looked at Fred leisurely.

As the voice fell, Fred instinctively felt that something was wrong. Just as he was about to push George aside, two ropes came from behind to tie them up.

"The one just now was not an offensive spell, but a transformation spell. Facts have proved that sometimes the transformation spell can have unexpected effects in battle, isn't it?" hung on the shed.

"The gap is really big, obviously we are the one who is two years older..." The two looked at each other, and George laughed and looked at Fred.