Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Harry, please call Hagrid for me, hurry up, that guy dare not come back." Iger tapped the wand on the unicorn's wound lightly.

Harry nodded, and hastily shot a red spark into the air.

After a while, Hagrid hurried over with a lamp and a small umbrella: "What happened? Iger, why are you here?"

"Don't talk about that, hurry up and call Professor Kettleburn for me, he should have healing medicine for magical creatures..." Iger tapped his wand in his hand: "This is caused by black magic. Stop it, hurry up."

Hagrid nodded a little at a loss: "Then be careful, I'll take them back first."

Saying so, Hagrid hurried back to the castle with Harry and the others, and hurriedly woke up Professor Kettleburn who was in pajamas. In the middle of the night, he finally rescued the dying unicorn.

In the early morning of the next day, at the door of Hagrid's hut, Iger was feeding grass to a silver-white unicorn. The little guy seemed to know that Iger had saved him, and licked Iger's little hand affectionately from time to time.

Although the nature of unicorns allows them to only allow virgins to approach, it can't help but get close to a lifesaver like Iger.

"So cute..." Iger rubbed the unicorn's head, and Buckbeak's big eagle head came up behind him, and arched Iger with some taste, and Iger patted Buckbeak's head lightly: "You Also very nice..."

"Iger, I really appreciate you." Hagrid walked over with a bundle of tender grass, looked at Iger and smiled: "If it weren't for you, this little guy might have died last night..."

"It should be..." Iger shook his head: "They helped me earn a lot of money, and I don't deny that I have selfish intentions."

Hagrid laughed loudly: "No way, our Igger is the kindest, and he must be a great wizard in the future, just like Dumbledore."

Iger laughed, and the pent-up anger from last night slowly dissipated.

"I really want to kill him..." Iger squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.

Hagrid shook his head: "Don't be like Snape, I don't want you to become as vindictive as him, although he has a lot to learn from him, but I think you should pick some good ones to learn from. "

"Okay." Iger shrugged helplessly, anyway, Quirrell wouldn't live long, so let him go...

When Iger returned to the Gryffindor lounge, Harry rushed up impatiently: "Iger, I have something to tell you."

"Is it about Voldemort?" Iger smiled.

"So, last night..." Harry looked at Iger in surprise.

Iger nodded and did not refute: "Voldemort was indeed there at the time, but he was very weak."

"Iger, there is something I don't know whether I should tell you." Harry looked at Iger hesitantly, "I want to ask, do Snape and Voldemort have something to do with each other?"

"Of course it does. Snape used to be a Death Eater." Iger nodded.

Harry was obviously stunned: "What is a Death Eater?"

"It's Voldemort's minion, I've seen it in the history of modern magic." Hermione walked to Iger with a pale face: "Iger, listen to me, believe it or not, Snape wants to get the Philosopher's Stone Help the mysterious man regain his strength."

"Listen to me too, if Snape really had the idea of ​​the Sorcerer's Stone, he would have already succeeded, and he can get the Sorcerer's Stone to make the elixir at any time." Iger gave Hermione a serious look , and then Shi Shiran walked towards the auditorium. I didn't sleep all night, and Iger felt sleepy and hungry.

"I can swear, he must have been confused by Snape." Ron said with certainty.

Hermione and Harry hesitated,

They don't think Iger is such a easily confused person.

"Think about it, that's Harry, the Death Eater." Ron looked at the two of them and said, "Why can he be a teacher here? Maybe Professor Dumbledore is also bewitched. What's the difficulty in bewildering Iger? ?”

Harry thought for a while, but still nodded. After the three studied it, they planned to continue to implement the plan to prevent Snape from taking the Sorcerer's Stone.

However, compared to stopping Snape, the three of them still have a big hurdle to pass, which is the upcoming final exam.

Even though Harry and the two of them were still laughing at Hermione before, and there were more than two months before the final exam, they never thought that more than two months would pass in the blink of an eye.

Iger was still listless in class every day, lying on Hermione's lap basking in the sun after class, hiccupping from time to time, as if he didn't care about the sudden exam.

Harry looked helpless at Iger's look, and he really envied Iger's idleness. Compared with Iger, who lived a leisurely life, Harry's Quidditch training three times a week plus Professor McGonagall's stay A lot of homework made him miserable.

As for Ron, even without Quidditch training, he was tortured to death by his homework...

When the exam came, Harry kept thinking about how Iger was going to pass the exam, but what he never expected was that in the potion exam, which he didn't dare to turn his head, Iger snatched the paper that Malfoy had just finished. copy…

Iger knew that Malfoy's Potions class had always been pretty good, so who else would he copy?

Harry looked up at Snape, only to see Snape staring at him, as if he didn't notice Iger's movements...

Harry felt sad. If he were Iger, he would never believe that Snape would steal the Sorcerer's Stone, would he? Hermione was right, Snape was like his own son to Iger...

Iger didn't know what Harry was thinking, he just thought that his test scores should be pretty good, at least Potions class should be excellent...

In the spell test, Professor Flitwick asked them to let a pineapple tap dance across a table, and Iger cast a transfiguration spell, and the pineapple turned into a naive little hamster, and the little hamster shook the chubby little hamster. Tango danced across the table, and Professor Flitwick was stunned for a while.

"Forgive my professor..." Iger smacked his lips: "I really don't know how to tap dance."

"In fact, this tango dance is not very standard... and I mean let the pineapple dance, a simple tarentella dance is fine, but you did it beautifully, the perfect transfiguration spell..." Professor Flitwick pointed out Said in a thin voice: "I will give you full marks..."

As for the practical exam of Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked them to turn the mouse into a snuff box, and Iger suddenly had a difficult time.

Iger looked at Professor McGonagall dryly: "I've never seen a snuff box..."

"Then it can be turned into a locket. It's almost the same, but the locket is smaller and may be more difficult for Mr. Morrissey." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger encouragingly.

Iger nodded, and an exquisite locket appeared in front of the two of them while waving his hands. Professor McGonagall was obviously a little excited: "Perfect wandless and silent spellcasting, I can tell you your score right now, full marks!"

Iger grinned and walked out of the classroom. He felt pretty good. The herbal medicine class might have a lower score, but he answered all the regular questions. Basically, this exam is not a problem. As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Quirrell's question is even simpler, this guy is still trying his best to pretend to stutter...

The last history of magic is not a difficult thing for Iger. In fact, even if it is difficult, he doesn't care much. No matter how bad the grades are, the scumbags are still happy...

When the last history of magic exam was over, the little wizards around couldn't help cheering in unison, and even Hermione stood up a little excitedly, because for the next week, they didn't have to think about anything, they just needed to start Play happily for a week and wait for the results...

No matter what others think, anyway, Iger intends to play happily for a week.

That afternoon, on the lawn beside the Black Lake, Iger squinted and lay on Hermione's lap basking in the sun. The little girl looked at her with a red face while holding a book.

Not far away, Harry and Ron were whispering something, and then Harry jumped up, and ran towards Hagrid's cabin in a hurry with an anxious expression on his face, and Ron also hurriedly followed.

Iger sighed faintly. Curiosity really killed the cat. He could feel that the little girl beside him was obviously more distracted...

Iger is not in the mood to care what they are discussing. He only knows that he only needs to follow the three of them to finish tonight. If there is no accident, there should be no danger.

...

At night, a black kitten lay quietly by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Iger watched three figures running down the stairs quietly, and the three of them were talking from time to time.

"What are you doing?" Neville's voice sounded from the corner of the room, and the three of them turned their heads to look. Neville was holding the struggling toad Raffle, and looked at the three of them with burning eyes.

"It's nothing, Neville, it's nothing." Harry said, hastily hiding the cloak behind his back.

"Are you planning to go out again?" Neville said, staring at their guilty faces.

Hermione looked at Neville and hurriedly denied it, but although Neville was a little timid, he was actually not that stupid...

"You can't go out." Neville said, "You will be caught, and Gryffindor will be even more unlucky."

"You don't understand..." Harry said anxiously, "This matter is very important."

Unfortunately, Neville is determined to stop them this time.

"I don't allow you to do that!" Neville hurriedly blocked the portrait hole, "I want...to compete with you!"

"Neville!" Ron looked at Neville angrily, "Get out of the hole, you idiot!"

"Don't call me an idiot!" Neville said, "You can't violate the school rules anymore, and you taught me to resist others!"

"But it's not against us!" Ron looked at him angrily: "Neville, you have no idea what you're doing..."

Neville threw away the toad, took a aggressive step forward, and was immobilized by Hermione's petrifying spell...

"Meow..." Iger helplessly covered his eyes with his paws, and it ended too soon.

Looking at the backs of the three leaving, Iger stood up helplessly under Neville's panicked eyes, and waved his hand: "Stop the spell!"

Neville suddenly felt that he could move, and hurried to Iger: "Iger, I..."

"Don't worry, with me here, there won't be any problems." Iger patted Neville on the shoulder: "Trust me."

Compared to the three of Harry, Neville was obviously more convinced by Iger. He looked at Iger and nodded: "I...did nothing wrong, right?"

"You did a great job. It may only take a little anger to resist the enemy, but sometimes it takes a lot of courage to resist the friend. As I said, you are a real Gryffindor." Iger smiled and nodded: "Go back to sleep Well, it'll be fine."

Neville nodded, and went back upstairs with some hesitation. The moonlight shone into the tower. On the wall, Iger's shadow turned into a cat again, and walked out of the hole in the tower.

A few minutes later, when he came in front of the big three-headed dog, he couldn't help being a little surprised, this dog is indeed no smaller than a giant dragon...

The three-headed Lu Wei roared and bit at Iger ferociously, and Iger instantly changed back to his figure, quickly pulled out his wand and fell unconscious.

The magic power in the body poured out unreservedly, a red light penetrated Lu Wei's skin, and the three big dogs fell asleep immediately.

"Simple and rude, fast and efficient..." Iger muttered and moved away Lu Wei's big paw, opened the trapdoor and jumped down, fluttering down, Iger casually fired a flaming shot downward, directly It passed through the shrunken devil's net and fell to the ground.

Iger walked forward quickly, and there was a sound of flapping wings. At the end of the corridor was a door that looked old. Iger didn't care about the flying keys, but took out a small green key from his pocket. Dongxi walked to the heavy door in front of him: "It's up to you, rice cracker."

A cursed door may not be able to be opened with a spell, but Bowtruckles can physically open the door with their slender claws. Iger has tried many times, and all types of doors, without exception, can be opened by the Bowtruckle. In an instant, he opened the lock cylinder of the door.

Sure enough, Iger pushed lightly, and the door opened. Iger heard Ron's yelling in front of him. Iger silently cast an illusion spell on himself, and watched the three of them play chess quietly.

As for wizard chess, Iger has never been able to play, but if he thinks about it, there are ways to go, those stupid white chess can't stop Fierce Fire.

Seeing Ron trade himself to let Harry pass the level, Iger couldn't help but nodded slightly. Harry and Hermione hurried through the gate. Iger waved his wand and healed Ron's broken arm. Ron opened his eyes. Opening his eyes and looking at Iger, he was a little surprised for a while.

"I think you can ride the broom in front and fly all the way to inform Dumbledore now..." Iger looked at Ron and smiled.

Ron wanted to say something, but Iger interrupted him and motioned him to leave quickly.

Immediately Iger pushed open the door, and a stench filled the air. Iger was expressionless, and burned the unconscious monster on the ground with a fire...

It seems that Qi Luo did it, that guy is very good at trolls, and he also left behind this troll.

Iger continued to walk forward, opened the door and walked in. Hermione was drinking the potion and was about to go back. It seemed that he had let Harry pass through the flames ahead.

"Iger!" Hermione screamed when she saw Iger, and ran over excitedly to hug Iger: "Why are you here...I mean... Anyway, let's go back and inform Dumbledore, Harry is still inside, Si Nepe is trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and You-Know-Who may be in there too..."

Iger shook his head helplessly, patted Hermione's head lightly, and interrupted her incoherent words: "Believe me, it won't be Snape inside."

"Iger..." Hermione looked at Iger imploringly.

Iger shook his head helplessly, took out the ruby ​​necklace in his arms and handed it to Hermione. Hermione stared at Iger's movements, and then covered her mouth in disbelief: "So, the Sorcerer's Stone... has always been It's on you?"

Hermione has seen Iger's ruby ​​necklace. When she was at Granger's house, because of Iger's habit of not wearing pajamas, Hermione could see the ruby ​​necklace on Iger's chest every time he took a bath.

"The one inside is..." Hermione looked at Iger in a daze. Seeing Hermione's bewildered look, Iger grinned: "The one inside is just an ordinary stone. Dumbledore played with Voldemort... In fact, he didn't even You might not even get an ordinary stone, trust me."

As Iger said, he took out a bottle of fireproof potion and drank it: "Do you want to go in and have a look together?"

Hermione nodded, Iger handed her the fire potion and took a sip, and the two stepped into the black flame in front of them.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Quirrell forcing Harry to stand in front of the mirror.

"Why are you?" Hermione looked at Quirrell in surprise.

"Oh... I really don't want to repeat what I just said to this brat." Quirrell looked at Hermione lazily and said, and then saw Iger's face twitching suddenly behind Hermione.

"Hello, Quirrell, we meet again..." Iger waved his wand expressionlessly: "Harry is flying!"

Harry suddenly flew to Iger's side strangely, looked at Iger and Hermione in surprise: "How did you get in?"

"It's a long story..." Iger looked at Quirrell blankly, without moving his eyes at all: "Actually, I should have killed you in the Forbidden Forest that night, if it wasn't for Dumbledore who wanted Harry to experience Facing what Voldemort feels like, you've probably been dead since school started... how dare you fucking touch my vault!"

"Of course...I don't rule out that Dumbledore might just want you to teach for another year for free..." Iger looked at Quirrell coldly.