Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Since Harry and Ron took the risk to find them, Hermione didn't care so much about their violations of school rules.

At this time, the two realized the importance of having a good student friend. The weather in Scotland in November was very cold, and the more and more homework left by a group of professors made the two feel colder and colder. Fortunately, Hermione I can help them a lot, although I don't know how to lend them homework, but at least Hermione is willing to teach them what they don't know.

"Why only copy for Iger?" Ron watched enviously as Iger wiggled his fingers to control the quill, and the quill swished to copy Hermione's homework.

Hermione rolled her eyes: "Because Iger knows everything."

"You said that Iger couldn't even make simple cold medicine." Ron said with a bitter face.

"It's very simple, even if I can't even dispense tap water, Severus will still get an excellent grade in my homework." Iger said absent-mindedly.

"What about History of Magic?" Ron asked. "And Astronomy, History of Magic or Herbalism."

"Those are not important..." Aiger smiled while holding his chin: "No teacher can resist my confusion spell..."

"Are you a devil?" Ron suddenly looked terrified: "You will be fired..."

"Just kidding, in fact, I'm pretty good in these subjects. As long as I've heard things, I can basically imprint them in my head, and I can pass the exam." Iger said with a smile.

"We can too..." Ron pursed his lips.

Harry turned his head and gave Ron a dry look, and Ron tilted his head: "Okay, I'm bragging..."

"For herbal medicine class, you should ask Neville for help." Iger thought for a while and said, "Don't think that Neville is timid, I said he is very talented."

"What about the others?" Harry looked at Iger expectantly.

"You can ask those two Indian girls in astronomy class, they have always been interested in these gods and gods." Iger thought for a while: "For the history of magic, just copy it from the book. The answers to the history homework must be in the book. Just write a paper with examples and your own opinions, in fact, it’s very simple, the history of magic is not as boring as Professor Binns’s talk.”

"You are really good at dealing with homework..." Ron looked at Iger in surprise.

Iger laughed: "There must be a trick to everything, it depends on whether you can discover it carefully."

Holding the copy of "The Amazing Quidditch Ball" that Hermione helped him find in his hand, Harry kept reading, looking fascinated.

"More than 700 foul methods, all of which appeared in a World Cup in 1473, God, what happened that year..." Iger stretched his head and looked at the book in Harry's hand, and couldn't help it. Smacking his lips: "You have to be careful, I heard from Fred that most of the accidents in Quidditch happen to Seekers, and they are often the worst."

"That's why you don't want to participate in the competition?" Harry looked at Iger and laughed: "Because magic is not allowed in the competition, even casting spells without a wand..."

"You guessed it right, I'm afraid I can't help but cast a petrification spell on the other party." Iger nodded.

Hermione leaned against Iger, holding a small jam jar in her arms. Inside the jar was a handful of faint blue flames. This was conjured up by her to keep several people warm. However, this was a violation of school rules, and the school did not allow students to play with it. fire…

In the distance, Snape limped across the yard, Iger expressionlessly snatched the jam jar from Hermione's hand and put it in his arms, Harry closed the book to avoid being troubled by Snape.

"What are you holding, Potter?" Snape fixed dark eyes on Harry.

Iger shrugged helplessly. For Harry, even Iger couldn't divert Snape's attention.

Harry showed him, and Snape snatched the book: "Books in the library are not allowed to be taken out of the school. Give him to me, and Gryffindor will deduct five points."

"He made up a temporary rule!" Seeing Snape limping away,

Harry looked angrily: "I don't know what happened to his leg."

"I don't know, but I hope he hurts enough." Ron smiled gloatingly, then glanced at Iger cautiously: "Don't tell him..."

Egg suddenly laughed.

Throughout the whole day, Harry was obviously absent-minded. After returning to the tower at night, the four of them gathered together by the fireplace. Iger and Hermione snuggled together under a blanket and played with the villain tiger gun. Harry looked at the Ron, he decided to go to Snape and get the book back.

"I wouldn't go if it were me." Ron said without thinking.

Harry felt that Snape might not have refused his request if there were other teachers around.

Iger looked at Harry and laughed: "No need for that, no matter how rough he is, how much he scolds you, you just need to widen your green eyes and look at him beggingly, he will definitely keep it for less than three seconds, and immediately put the Return the book to you."

Harry shook his head, "That's impossible..."

"Bet on a Galleon." Iger popped out a Golden Galleon with a 'ding'.

Harry looked at the Gold Gallon in Iger's hand and laughed, then nodded: "Okay, I bet."

"It's too much gambling." Hermione's little hand pinched Iger's leg under the blanket.

Iger kissed her on the face: "You will manage the money in the future?"

The little girl lowered her head with a red face, and Ron looked at the two with a look of disgust. Harry laughed and turned and left the tower.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Ron looked at Iger with a look of surprise on his face: "You also bet on such a must-lose bet?"

"Must lose?" Iger looked at Ron with a smile: "I don't dare to bet if I'm not sure."

After a while, Harry ran back panting heavily, holding a thick book in his hand, then took out a Galleon and threw it to Iger, looking at him in surprise: "How did you guess that?"

"I said, I know him better than you." Iger's mouth slightly curled up: "And I also said, no matter what happens, you have to believe what I said, see, it came true, right?"

Harry looked at Iger and nodded, hesitantly said: "There was something wrong, he wanted to drive me away, so I just looked at him pitifully as you said, and then he threw the book to me ,what is this?"

"Maybe it's because he has a cold face and a warm heart?" Iger said nonsense: "Maybe you can give him a cake yourself at Christmas, and it will definitely improve your relationship."

"He will definitely suspect that I poisoned it..." Harry pursed his lips.

Iger shrugged, stood up and planned to go back to sleep: "Go to bed early, don't toss too late."

Harry watched Iger's figure go up the tower, lowered his voice, and told Ron and Hermione what he had just seen.

"You mean, Snape was bitten by a dog trying to get through that trapdoor?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.

Harry nodded: "He said it himself, how can you stare at three heads..."

Ron frowned and looked at Harry: "We should tell Iger about this, why didn't you tell him just now?"

"I can't tell him that Iger is too close to him. He will definitely ask Snape. If Snape gets defensive or has any mentality towards Iger, we will kill Iger." Harry shook He shook his head and said.

"No, he won't." Hermione's eyes were wide open: "I know he is not very good, but he will not steal Dumbledore's things, nor will he harm Iger."

"Honestly, Hermione, you always think all teachers are saints." Ron said bluntly, "I agree with Harry, but what is he looking for? What is that big dog guarding? "

"In any case, at least we can't tell Iger yet. I think we can help Iger recognize his true colors when we find a chance to catch him." Harry said eagerly: "We will tell Iger, but we can't It's now, Hermione."

Hermione thought about it, then nodded hesitantly, obviously she also had some prejudice against Snape...

"Well, no matter what, I think you need to go to bed." Hermione closed the book and walked upstairs to the door of the dormitory: "Tomorrow is the Quidditch match, good luck."

Early the next morning, the weather was sunny and cold, and the dining room was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages. Iger and Hermione sat at the long table in the auditorium eating breakfast, and everyone around them was chattering.

"Harry, you have to eat a few more mouthfuls of breakfast." Hermione frowned at Harry.

"I don't want to eat anything." Harry said dryly, obviously nervous.

Iger handed over a piece of bread: "How about some toast?"

"I'm not hungry..." Harry looked a little wilted, he felt terrible, and in an hour, he was going to the field.

At eleven o'clock, Iger and the others came to the stands around the stadium on time. They came to the highest row and joined the ranks of Neville, Seamus and Dean. They drew a huge banner with dirty sheets, which read Seeing that Potter would win, Dean also painted a lion underneath, and Hermione helped the lion perform a magic that made the colors flash.

Iger felt that it was not strong enough, and then he waved his wand, and a 100-meter-long flaming lion appeared above his head. The lion opened its bloody mouth and roared in the direction of Slytherin, shocking a group of little snakes. .

"Mr. Morrisos, stop your spellcasting, you will affect the game." Professor McGonagall said into the microphone while sitting on the stage.

Only then did Iger remove the ferocious lion above his head embarrassingly.

However, Iger was just cheering Harry up. In fact, he really had no interest in Quidditch. He spent most of his time chatting with Hagrid beside him. It was obvious that Hagrid also attached great importance to Harry's first match.

Not long after the game started, as expected by Iger, Harry's broom was cursed and started shaking crazily.

Hermione looked at Snape who was chanting a curse in the telescope and his face turned pale. She didn't know how to tell Iger about this, she thought Iger might not be able to accept it.

"The spell stops!" Iger pointed at Harry in the air with his wand, and Snape on the rostrum in the distance suddenly fell back as if he was hit by something. Following his movement, Quirrell also fell. go down.

Hermione frowned, she felt that what Harry said was right, maybe Iger should really let Iger see what kind of person Snape really is, but Iger's spell was too fast, when Hermione reacted , Harry's broom is ready.

Iger didn't know what the kids around him were thinking. He was looking up at the game. Although he couldn't recognize all the Slytherin players, it didn't matter. Gryffindor scored most of the time anyway.

To Iger's surprise, even though he affected the spell on Harry's broom, he ended up swallowing the Snitch...

Hermione looked at Ron who was about to say something and shook his head: "Iger won't believe what I'm saying now, we have to wait until we really catch Snape."

Ron frowned a little aggrievedly. After a while, a group of people returned to the castle, and Ron and Harry were muttering something.

After a while, Harry and Ron decided to tell Iger what happened just now. As expected, Iger just smiled and said nothing.

He didn't think there was any need to say anything. Dumbledore wanted to temper a few people, and it would be good to give them a little motivation. Anyway, Snape didn't care what they thought.

Harry looked at Iger and didn't know what to say. A few minutes later, Iger was going to find a place to bask in the sun after lunch. Harry winked at Hermione and Ron, and the three hurried to Hagrid cabin.

The three brats all had a competing idea and wanted to prove it to Iger. After discussing for a long time, they planned to ask Hagrid.

Half an hour later, the three of them told Hagrid what happened in the Quidditch match just now, and Hagrid put down his big cup heavily: "Nonsense, why would Snape do such a thing?"

The three exchanged glances, and Harry decided to tell the truth: "We found something. On Halloween, he tried to pass the big three-headed dog. It bit him. We think he wanted to steal the big dog guarding it." thing."

Hagrid put down the teapot and looked at the three of them suspiciously: "How do you know Lu Wei?"

"Lu Wei?"

"Yeah..." Hagrid said a little evasively: "It's mine...I bought it from a Greek guy I met in the tavern last year...I lent it to Dumbledore to keep it..."

"What?" Harry looked at Hagrid anxiously.

"Okay, don't ask." Hagrid said impatiently, "That's Secret No. 1, understand?"

"But Snape wanted to steal it."

"Nonsense." Hagrid looked at Harry and said seriously: "Snape is a teacher at Hogwarts, he would never do something like that."

"Then why did he want to kill Harry?" cried Hermione.

What happened this afternoon changed the little girl's view of Snape a lot, especially when she thought of Iger and Snape getting so close, Hermione became even more impatient.

"If I see someone cast a jinx, I'll recognize it Hagrid, I've read all about them in books! You have to keep in touch with them with your eyes, and Snape never blinked, I I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Let me tell you, you are wrong. What you see is not necessarily true. This is what Iger told me personally." Hagrid's tone was a bit rough, and the constant inquiries of the three children made him very anxious: " I don't know why Harry's broom acted like that, but there's no way Snape wanted to kill any of the students! Now listen to me, you're meddling in things that don't concern you, it's dangerous, Forget the big dog and what it guards, it's between Professor Dumbledore and Nico Flamel—"

"So there's a man named Nick Flamel involved, isn't it?" said Harry loudly.

Hagrid was very angry, he was angry with himself, and at the same time felt that the three little devils in front of him were being led by Iger...