Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I guessed that you would come to me."

After a long while, the old man in front of Iger leaned on the sofa and looked at the two of them. Newt pointed to the Daily Prophet on the table: "Six streets were blown up and no one was injured. Obviously, you can control him. The method is appropriate." If so, I think it should be fine."

"Very well, with your words, I think Mr. Morrises will feel a lot more at ease." Dumbledore nodded and looked at Iger: "This is Newt Scamander, who has a deep understanding of Momo He should be able to help you with your situation."

"Don't be like this Dumbledore, in fact, I don't know much about it." Newt shook his head: "That thing is too powerful, it's best to be able to control it, and it turns out that it's not something uncontrollable."

The old Newt looked a little honest, and Iger didn't know if he was like this when he was young.

Immediately, Iger felt as if something was burrowing into his chest. Iger hurriedly pressed his chest, reached out and dug out in his robe, and Iger pulled out a little furry thing that looked like a platypus.

"Ah, this is our family's sniffing cub. This little thing is very naughty and always runs out when my son and the others are not paying attention." Newt looked at Iger and laughed.

Iger looked at Xixiu with sparkling eyes: "Is that the one who is said to be treasure hunting?"

"Yes, Nixiu likes shiny things, such as gold coins, diamonds, silver, and even silver coins." Newt was very satisfied with Iger's reaction, as if seeing himself when he was young.

"This little thing..." Iger looked at the smell in his hand in a daze: "How does it taste?"

Newt was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at Iger blankly. His good self-cultivation made him a little overwhelmed. For a while, the centenarian old man looked helpless like a child, and then looked at Dumbledore for help. profitable.

Dumbledore looked at Iger and shook his head, and slowly opened his mouth with a serious face. Newt was relieved when he saw Dumbledore.

"Actually, I want to tell you Iger, Niuxiu is not delicious..." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Newt was once again like a cock that had been strangled, his mind was hit hard, and he looked at the two in panic.

Iger looked at Newt's appearance and laughed, and looked at Newt with the meaty sniffing cub in his hand: "Mr. Scamander, I like this snuffling very much, can you give it to me?" ?”

Newt looked at Iger hesitantly, a little unsure if what Iger said was true or not.

"I promise you I will never eat it..." Iger smacked his lips.

Newt nodded slowly, but seeing his uneasy expression, Iger felt that the joke was a bit too much, as if he wanted to make an unbreakable oath with himself...

Terrible…

After Iger and the two left Scamander's house, they looked at the Scamander's house behind them.

"He's a very kind man, isn't he?" Iger turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Of course, I think those who like magical animals should have a kind heart." Dumbledore seemed to agree with Iger's opinion: "You will have a good friendship with my gamekeeper."

"I hope so!" Iger grinned.

There was a bang, and the figures of the two appeared in Hogwarts again.

As soon as he returned to the principal's office, a swarthy owl flew over from the window. The owl looked straight at Iger, and Iger curiously reached out and poked the Scottish round-faced fat chicken in front of him.

The round-faced fat chicken moved to the side with some displeasure, and then proudly stretched out its little paw, signaling Iger to take down the letter.

Iger opened the letter, and the round-faced fat chicken pecked lightly on Iger's hand, motioning for Iger to give some biscuits or something.

Iger said softly: "Can you get me some snacks?"

Suddenly, a small bag of green beans appeared on the table at the side.

The round-faced fat chicken took the green beans in its mouth, gave Iger a sensible look, and spread its wings and flew away.

"It's Kingsley's letter." Iger looked at Dumbledore in surprise: "He said he greeted me with the orphanage and notified Miss Aisha for me. Kingsley is such a good man, Old Deng !"

"I bet, your next sentence must be to ask me to fund your orphanage?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with eagle-like sharp eyes.

Iger's eyes faltered: "I agreed not to use Legilimency..."

"To be honest, Iger, those thoughts of yours are not worth my Legilimency." Dumbledore looked at Iger teasingly.

Iger was suddenly embarrassed: "Is it okay? This way I will feel at ease."

"I have no reason to refuse a kind request, isn't it? No one will hate you like this, Iger." Dumbledore nodded affirmatively: "It is a virtue to repay kindness. My student is from an orphanage just like you. , but he only learned to be selfish, in this situation you can maintain such a heart, to be honest Iger, you make me proud, I hope that one day, Hogwarts will also be proud of you."

"So..." Aiger rested his chin in thought, "How much do you plan to donate?"

Dumbledore felt his heart twitch, and what he said just now seemed to be in vain.

"Five thousand Galleons, what do you think?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"What about the conversion ratio?" Iger thought it sounded like a lot.

"About twenty-five thousand pounds." Dumbledore nodded.

Iger curled his lips: "There is really no way to make money as a wizard..."

Dumbledore suddenly felt a deep blow to his knee...

I, Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard in the world, was despised by a kid from the Muggle world! He was also ridiculed for being poor!

In fact, at this time, Britain was in a stage of rapid development, and there were some Muggle-born children in schools, and children from good families had a higher standard of living.

One Galleon is equal to five pounds. Although Galleons are indeed very powerful in the wizarding world, in the Muggle world, the equivalent pound is obviously not enough...

However, 25,000 pounds should be able to help the orphanage survive for a long time, right?

Maybe I should learn magic as soon as possible, and then go to the home of a Muggle rich man and give him a shot and forget it?

"I have to warn you, Mr. Morrissey." Dumbledore looked at Iger and his expression gradually became serious: "Without the permission of the Ministry of Magic, it is illegal to cause harmful and aggressive attacks on Muggles." Illegal, and I don't want a future brilliant wizard locked up in Azkaban before he can enroll."

Iger suddenly sighed dejectedly, and couldn't help sighing again: "Sure enough, there is no money to be a wizard, but my life is in danger, so I can't decide."

"I'm glad you have a clear understanding of the current situation." Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, as a wizard, it is very easy to make a fortune in the Muggle world, but the ancient In order not to destroy the exchange balance, the Ling Pavilion has specially set some exchange limits, and if you are really short of money, I will allow you to earn some tuition fees in the Muggle world."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep, and his blue eyes seemed to have traveled through time: "I think you will usher in a completely different life, do you feel a little excited?"

"In fact, I miss Aisha a lot...Of course, I can also take the old lady Hull along with me." Iger sighed faintly: "How about the housing prices in the wizarding world?"

"I'm not very clear about the house price. You must know that I have lived in Hogwarts for most of my life." Dumbledore nodded, then thought for a while: "If you are talking about Aisha Smith, I remember correctly that she should be the prefect of Gryffindor, the seventh grade starts this year, and she will graduate next year."

"Really?" Iger looked at Dumbledore in surprise when he heard this.

"I think she must have noticed the abnormality in you a long time ago, otherwise I don't think an eighteen-year-old girl would have any interest in an eight-year-old boy...interest in various senses." Dumbledore laughed Got up, looked at Iger with interest.

Iger suddenly blushed with embarrassment, and smiled awkwardly.

"In the three years before you formally enroll, you should spend honestly at Hogwarts. If your silent eruption, I think the only one who can stop you so far should be me, Castle It's very big, you can choose a college you like and choose to live, how about it?" Dumbledore looked at Iger and smiled: "And I need to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is very dangerous, if you plan to go in If you want to make a fortune on exploration, it's best to have Hagrid by your side."

"Thank you, Professor!" Iger stood up and bowed slightly to Dumbledore: "You have helped me a lot, how should I repay you?"

Dumbledore paused when he heard the words, looked at Iger with some concern, and said meaningfully: "Although a lot of thoughts flashed through my mind at this moment, I always feel that for you Iger...don't cause trouble is for me The best answer."

Iger felt that his complexion was a little dark, at least it looked like this after he came out of Dumbledore's office.

What do you mean "don't cause trouble is repayment"? Am I that miserable?

Stretching out his hand to take out the sniff in his arms, Iger regretted not releasing this little guy in Dumbledore's office just now.

Wandering around the campus aimlessly, the surrounding portraits looked at Iger curiously, and Iger also looked curiously at the surrounding portraits. There was no communication between them, but they were surprisingly harmonious.

There was a soft 'pop', and a short and thin figure appeared in front of Iger. The visitor had big ears like bat wings, and bowed humbly to Iger: "Good afternoon, Mr. Iger Morrissey, What do you need Kaka to help you with?"

"Ah, I'm still wondering who the old man with the white beard will send to settle my board and lodging. With your help, I think I will be very relaxed." Iger nodded with a smile, and looked at Kaka curiously.

"It's Kaka's honor." Kaka looked down at Iger.

Iger looked at the old and dirty pillowcase on Kaka and shook his head: "First of all, I ask you to take a bath, and then clean up the broken pillowcase on your body."

Kaka looked at Iger with a moved face: "Mr. is so kind to Kaka, Kaka is really touched."

"Don't be so exaggerated, I just asked you to take a bath..." Egger was suddenly made a little numb by the house elf in front of him, and quickly waved his hand: "As soon as possible, if there is magic, two or three minutes will be enough?"

Kaka nodded, and the figure gradually disappeared in place.

Iger walked in the castle, feeling a little numb. The interior of Hogwarts Castle is intricate. With Iger’s sense of direction, I don’t know how to walk in two minutes. If Kaka didn’t appear in time, Iger felt that he might be hungry Died in the castle.

"Now, take me to your kitchen." Iger looked at Kaka and smiled happily.

Today was the penultimate day of the Hogwarts summer vacation, but the Hogwarts kitchen was extremely lively.

"Slice beef, slice mutton!" Iger waved his wand in his hand and directed: "Lettuce is also good, slice potatoes, wash the lettuce quickly, can anyone make tofu?"

An elf excitedly raised his little hand, and Iger nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, it's you, make some tofu!"

"Mr. Morrissey, do you need any other ingredients for the base?" An elf was holding a jar in his hand, and the jar was filled with hot pot ingredients made by stirring red chili peppers and mutton oil sesame peppers.

Iger stretched out his fingers and dipped a little into his mouth, and nodded in satisfaction: "The product is very pure and well done, but it's a pity that there are too few seasonings in the UK. Can sesame paste do it?"

"Yes, yes!" Another little hand was raised.

Iger waved his hand: "It's you! Make some!"

"Good Mr. Morrissey!" The little elf turned and left, bouncing around.

"Call me Iger!" Iger flicked his wand, looking at a large pile of ingredients in front of him: "Scallions, ginger, red dates... Well, it's perfect."

"Mr. Iger, if you cook too much, you won't be able to eat it. Professor Sprout said that it is bad behavior to waste food..." Kaka stood timidly behind Iger, her big bat-like ears drooping.

"Make more, can't we eat together?" Iger was stunned: "It's obviously the food you made, don't you eat it?"

The noisy kitchen was suddenly quiet, and a group of elves looked at Iger in disbelief.

"We can't sit at the same table to eat with the honorable Mr. Iger." Kaka said in a panic, and humbly bowed deeply to Iger, and it seemed that the tip of his nose was almost touching the ground.

Iger looked at the elves huddling around with no expression on their faces: "I order you, go to the table and eat!"

Looking at a group of elves sitting tremblingly on the table, Iger shook his head helplessly.

Thousands of years of enslavement have made these ancient, kind and powerful creatures forget their dignity, and they don't even have the courage to sit at the same table with wizards for dinner.

Iger didn't quite agree with Hermione's set of actions to liberate the elves, but if he saw such a group of kind little things living tremblingly under the shadow of wizards, Iger asked himself, he couldn't do it either.

One person can't change the whole. Iger feels that the only thing he can do is to let these little guys feel his kindness.

Kaka looked at the hot pot with red oil in trepidation. The scent from the pot made Kaka salivate a little, but when she thought of Iger beside her, Kaka felt extremely terrified.

"Is it fragrant?" Iger asked Kaka with a smile.

"The food made by Mr. Iger must be very delicious." Kaka said tremblingly.

"It's a pity that there are no chopsticks here, otherwise I think using chopsticks is much better than using a knife and fork." Iger sighed.

"Yes, yes!" Kaka said quickly, and quickly took out a lot of chopsticks.

Iger's eyes lit up immediately, and he laughed: "I'll teach you how to use it!"