Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger smiled awkwardly and fiddled with the mandrake in his hand.

"What are you doing with the new branches of the poisonous tentacles?" Harry looked at Iger strangely.

"The purchase price is very high, and the poisonous tentacles are very precious. When they grow teeth, a small branch costs at least several Galleons..." Iger muttered in a low voice: "What's so easy to learn about Mandrakes? It can be put in the hot pot base to remove the fishy smell of the meat..."

"How many Galleons?" Ron looked at the poisonous tentacles behind him with fiery eyes. Herbology class, which I used to find annoying, suddenly became very interesting.

"Yeah, most of the money I live in was obtained at Hogwarts." Iger spread his hands: "Whether it's the Forbidden Forest or a greenhouse or some messy place, as long as you think about it, you can definitely get it in Hogwarts." Gwartz got help."

"What can make money in the Forbidden Forest?" Ron looked at Iger expectantly.

"A lot..." Iger thought for a while: "The eggshell of a bird and snake, the eggshell of that thing is made of silver, the hair of a unicorn, a ten galleon, the venom of an acromantia, etc. It’s all priceless stuff.”

"Hagrid didn't even tell us!" Ron said a little sourly.

"Hagrid doesn't like to exchange the things of creatures in the Forbidden Forest for money, and his understanding is really limited." Iger shook his head: "Except for the fact that Hagrid helped me pay a lot of tuition and fees before I entered school, last year I always went to get it in the Forbidden Forest by myself, not to mention, just driving your twin brothers out of the Forbidden Forest is enough for him..."

Ron nodded in a daze, and was about to say something when Professor Sprout's voice sounded.

"Okay, everyone put on earmuffs. Although the cry of young mandrakes is not fatal, it can still make people unconscious for several hours." Professor Sprout motioned everyone to put on the earmuffs: "I think You don't want to be in the hospital on your first day of school."

"Iger, don't pull the leaves of the Mandrake!" Professor Sprout yelled loudly, but Iger wore earbags and pretended not to hear, and quickly picked up a few pieces and put them in his pocket. Professor Prout suddenly looked melancholy.

With a sound of "噗嗤", Iger pulled out the Mandrake, and Iger casually stuffed the wrinkled and screaming black doll into the pot on the other side. Jin raised it slightly, and stuffed it in again.

Harry and the others on the side followed Iger's example. I have to say that this is indeed a lot more convenient, but Professor Sprout is very unhappy. She thinks Iger's movements are too rough, which is not good for plants. grow.

"What's the use of this thing growing?" was what Ron said.

"What the hell were you listening to just now? I obviously answered Professor Sprout's question." Hermione said impatiently: "Mandrake is an important part of most antidotes, it can make the Chinese Transformed or petrified persons are restored to their original state."

"Okay, who will hit what Transfiguration?" Ron muttered.

After a herbal medicine class, the tossing students were exhausted and complained about the tiredness of the herbal medicine class, but soon there was a worse class waiting for them, Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class...

However, this class may be difficult for others, but for Iger and Hermione, this is a class to score points...

Their homework is to turn a small beetle into a button...

Harry lost his strength for a long time, the beetle quickly avoided the wand in Harry's hand, trying to escape from the table, Ron on the other side was even more unbearable, trying to hold the beetle again and again, but accidentally crushed the beetle to death In desperation, I had to ask Professor McGonagall for another one, but Professor McGonagall seemed unhappy.

Iger felt that even with his own appearance, Ron's dilapidated wand was not damaged, and it seemed to be no different from a broken wand in his hand...

Until the lunch bell rang,

Both Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. Harry felt like his brain was wrung out like a sponge, and Ron lay powerlessly on the table.

Iger stood up and took Hermione's little hand, and after greeting the two of them, he walked towards the auditorium calmly.

"I really envy Iger..." Ron moaned weakly: "His life is so beautiful."

"Don't say that." Harry whispered, "Iger is an orphan, and I think the most important thing for him is family."

"Oh...then I would trade Percy for the Hogwarts castle..." Ron snorted.

"I think he might not like it..." Harry pursed his lips, and then they looked at each other and laughed maliciously.

At lunch, on the long table in Gryffindor, Iger muttered in a low voice: "Are you ready? Dobby?"

"It's been arranged, Mr. Iger." Dobby's shrill voice sounded in Iger's ear.

A few minutes later, the students saw Lockhart walking in with big strides and a smile on his face. Iger sat silently next to Fred and George, nibbling a piece of baked potato, and was about to enjoy a "True Show", Then he felt a big hand on his shoulder.

"Hi, Iger, you left really early that day." Lockhart greeted Iger with a smile on his face.

The baked potato in Iger's hand was still stuffed in his mouth, and he turned his head with the potato in his mouth expressionlessly when he heard this: "Get lost!"

Lockhart immediately walked away with a smile, as if the embarrassing thing had never happened just now...

Iger really had to admire this guy's face, he said the words "fuck off" subconsciously, and he really didn't intend to open up directly.

Seeing Lockhart sitting on the teacher's bench eating lunch and taking a sip from the cup, he saw that Lockhart's eyes gradually became hollow.

Iger winked at the Weasley twins, the twins nodded, and immediately approached Lockhart happily, and Iger casually threw a small beetle on the twins' robes.

The beetle was Rita Skeeter, and it came in a hurry after Iger pressed the Dandantang logo on the twins' arms.

"Hey, Professor Lockhart, we have admired you for a long time!" Fred shouted loudly, trying to attract the attention of the students and professors in the auditorium.

Sure enough, because of the uncharacteristic words of the twins, people turned their heads to look at them in surprise.

"Thank you!" Lockhart's eyes were empty, but he grinned anyway.

"I would like to ask you, what method did you use to stop the werewolf and expel the female ghost?" George asked curiously while holding an egg roll to Lockhart's mouth, as if it was a Muggle microphone.

"Stop the werewolf? Exorcise the female ghost? I didn't do that..." Lockhart's words were like thunder on the ground, causing an uproar in the auditorium.

"Silence!!" Iger pressed his throat, and the loud voice made the auditorium quiet again.

"But you wrote so many great things in the book?" Fred asked jokingly, no one noticed, at this time a golden cup in Lockhart's hand disappeared without a sound, not far away Snape's eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

"Books are children who can deceive people..." Lockhart said cheerfully: "Use your common sense to think about it. If people don't think that I did those things, the sales of books will be far worse, and readers will not be willing. Going to read about an ugly old wizard in America, even though he saved a village from the scourge of werewolves, wouldn't it be ugly to put his picture in a book? He has no taste in clothes... and that expulsion The witch of Wan Lun, she has a hairy jaw..."

There was a commotion all around again, the students looked at Lockhart in disbelief, and a little girl stood up and looked at Lockhart immediately: "So you put all the things that others did on your account ?”

"It's not that simple...I have a lot of work..." Lockhart's eyes were slightly empty: "Follow up and investigate, find out how they did it, and finally I will cast a forgetting spell on them. If I have anything It's my Oblivion Curse to be proud of, you know, kid?"

As the last words fell, the effect of Lockhart's medicine finally passed, and the smiling expression on his face gradually became stiff as his brain became clear. Looking at the angry and disgusted eyes around him, Lockhart's face instantly turned pale.

"I think you have little chance to cast the Oblivion Curse you are so proud of...Mr. Lockhart." Snape's sinister voice sounded, and he looked at Lockhart with gloomy eyes: "I have to make sure I students will not be harmed by your Oblivion Curse."

"I think the guards of Azkaban should have a natural resistance to the Oblivion Curse." Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart angrily with some cloudy eyes: "Actually, I don't think a villain like you Can cast wandless spells, sorry, we must take your wand!"

Lockhart's expression gradually became ferocious, and then he suddenly reached out and took out his wand, but someone moved faster than him, and Fred happily swung his wand, knocking him unconscious.

"Beautiful silent casting, add 20 points to Gryffindor!" Professor Flitwick shouted in a shrill voice, it seemed that he was also very angry by Lockhart's words just now.

"We will cherish it and salute you, Professor Flitwick!" Fred cheerfully bowed to Professor Flitwick.

"This is the first time we have added points since we entered school..." George laughed: "It feels really good."

Just after the students were in an uproar because of Lockhart's despicable behavior, after a while, the Ministry of Magic rushed to a few Aurors and took Lockhart away.

"How could you do this?" After a while, Hermione looked at Iger worriedly: "The Ministry of Magic has strict controls on the use of Veritaserum, and you will be arrested! And openly drugging the professor, what do you think? What would the professors think?"

"Don't worry..." Iger grinned and said, "Fred just poured a whole bottle of old whiskey into the unconscious Lockhart. Everyone would think he drank too much... and before that, Sev and I Lust communicated, he thought it was a great idea, and if anything came out, I'd told the house-elves in the kitchen to blame Dobby, who I'd just put halfway through. Months away, he went on holiday, and no wizard could catch a free elf."

"The most important point is that I have communicated with the professors before doing this, and they always think that bringing Lockhart to justice is the best choice, even if they spend extra time helping the students explain a few chapters. Defense Against the Dark Arts class..." Iger said with a smile: "To be honest, that guy is really annoying, and he was hated by all the professors on the first day..."

At night, in Dumbledore's office, Iger was looking at Dumbledore with a smile.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to stand him until halfway through the term." Dumbledore chewed on a Bibi Bean: "Hmm... snot... but I didn't expect you to be on the first day of school." Just do it."

Iger looked at Dumbledore with strange eyes: "So...you can taste the taste just because you are knowledgeable?"

Dumbledore blinked, thought for a while and said, "Life...you have to try everything to be wonderful..."

"Ouch..." Iger clutched his chest and retched, and then decided not to continue this disgusting topic: "I thought you would be unhappy if I took him away."

"Actually, it's a little bit, after all, it means that this year the students don't have a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor." Dumbledore nodded.

"What do you think of me?" Iger looked at Dumbledore with a smile.

"So you are waiting for me here." Dumbledore nodded with a smile: "I am Iger who recognizes you, but I don't know the views of those students' parents."

"I think I should be able to handle it." Iger thought for a while and said.

"I think so." Dumbledore nodded, "Did you catch that noisy little beetle?"

"I can't hide anything from you, I need to win over some forces." Iger looked calmly into Dumbledore's eyes.

"It's a good thing. To be honest, I don't want you to fight alone like me." Dumbledore didn't seem to be surprised by Iger's thoughts: "If I could have the tough wrists of Voldemort or Grundelwald, I think Voldemort may not last long."

"Let you say that I am like them..." Iger flattened his mouth.

"In my opinion, you and them are the same kind of people, excellent, outstanding, outstanding, and even as fierce as your wrist." Dumbledore nodded, and his eyes under the half-moon lens looked at Iger's immature face: "The difference is , Egg, your positions are different, and your personalities are also different. You are much happier than them, and you cherish everything around you more, otherwise I would kill you when you used Avada Kowalow on Quirrell. Controlled, in my opinion now, even if you are kind to others, sometimes a tough wrist is as important, and this may be my mistake at the beginning."

"Aren't you afraid that I will become uncontrollable?" Iger pouted, he didn't believe that Dumbledore had no backs.

"I have thought about whether you will become more and more greedy." Dumbledore nodded: "But after thinking about it, it seems that there is really nothing that can attract you. The only thing you are missing now is power , but you don't seem to be interested in that thing, huh?"

"I don't even bother to write my homework..." Iger flattened his mouth.

"That's right, you probably have no interest in paying attention to those political struggles..." Dumbledore nodded: "Then, it's up to you, you will be the substitute for this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but I will only give you In one year, next year I will have no reason to let students take over as substitutes."

"One year is enough." Iger nodded: "So, homework or something..."

"I can't help you with this..." Dumbledore said without thinking.

"..."