Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Two hours later, when Hermione came all the way from the library to Hagrid's cabin, she saw Iger riding on Hagrid's shoulders, and the two were singing loudly...

The little girl felt really terrible, and it was obvious that the two of them were having a good time.

As soon as he saw Hermione entered the room, Egger smiled and leaned over, with a hint of rosiness on his pale face, and kissed Hermione's little lips with a 'pop'.

Hermione's face was on fire, and the original anger because of Iger's drinking also dissipated immediately.

Sitting awkwardly on the dilapidated big bed in Hagrid's hut, Hermione flicked her calves in striped stockings, not knowing what to think about, smiling shyly.

On the side, Iger and Hagrid were still drinking and drinking, criticizing Voldemort from time to time.

"Village-level terrorist!" Iger said with his tongue out, his head dizzy.

"You self-righteous lunatic!" Hagrid blushed, his black beetle-like eyes narrowed slightly: "If our Igger was born fifty years earlier, what would happen to him!"

"That's it!" Iger smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes silently, heh, man...

When a few people came to the auditorium, the sky was already as black as ink. In the second half of the year in the UK, the sky is very short, and the sky is usually dark in a large area at five or six o'clock.

This year's Halloween seems to be more lively than last year, especially Hagrid made a pumpkin, the big one can sit three or four people in, Iger is still a little drunk at this time, and he is smiling and looking at the big pumpkin and Hermione discussing whether to make it or not A pumpkin cart, Hermione took a lot of effort to get Iger to the long table, and Neville beside him came over curiously.

"What happened to Iger?"

"Drink too much!" Hermione said angrily.

Iger shook his head: "I didn't drink much... just a little dizzy, please help me get some iced lemon juice, thank you..."

Hermione snorted, reached out to dig into Iger's arms, took out a small bottle and poured it down for Iger, and Iger's ears suddenly whined like a steam train.

A burst of warmth came over, and Iger's pale face turned red, and the smell of alcohol on his body disappeared immediately, and he looked at Hermione energetically: "You are really my caring little underpants..."

Hermione's face turned red with anger, and she turned her head in embarrassment. Then, seeing Fred and George winking not far away, she snorted and grabbed a piece of baked potato and took a bite: "You drink so much more!" Too much, I don't care about you!"

"Well... Where are Harry and Ron? Why didn't he come?" Iger forcibly diverted Hermione's attention.

"I just heard him say that he was going to attend Nick's death anniversary party when I was in the common room..." Neville whispered, "I don't know whether they are going to celebrate or mourn..."

"Maybe... a celebration?" Iger said with some doubts: "The death anniversary party of the ghosts can't be fun at all...I attended the fat monk last year, God, it was a nightmare!"

"Hundreds of ghosts crowded into a small dance hall, and the room was icy cold. If you accidentally walked through a ghost, it was like pouring a bucket of cold water on your head..." Iger's ears were still smoking, and his mouth Li murmured: "They will still talk about their respective ways of death, and when they died, the youngest ghost I have ever seen was when they were researching the toilet, they cast a spell on the toilet, and they were accidentally killed. The toilet drowned until he turned into a ghost with a transparent toilet hanging from his head..."

Hermione on the side couldn't help giggling when she heard Iger's words, and rolled her eyes coquettishly.

In front of the auditorium, a dozen pale skeletons are dancing. This is the skeleton dance troupe ordered by Dumbledore. Students around are cheering from time to time. Fred grabs a skeleton and wants to throw fireworks into his mouth. , but was stared back by Professor McGonagall's eyes...

Snape is dressed fancy today,

It is a large black robe, with red auspicious clouds floating on it... That's right, Mrs. Malkin specially ordered the Xiao uniform version of the wizard robe two days ago. Not to mention, the red clouds floating on it are still pretty…

There was lively noise in the auditorium, and then the door was opened, and Ron and Harry got pale to the Gryffindor table.

"It seems that Nick's dinner didn't bring you any happiness?" Iger looked at the two cheerfully and asked, "I saw Dobby and the others working hard to smother a large plate of sheep's offal, And get the peanuts soggy hoping they'll go moldy, I guess that's the food at Nick's dinner party."

"You guessed it right..." Harry's face turned pale, and he retched from time to time: "Can you cast a spell on my feet? It's about to freeze..."

"I suggest you drink some mead...well, I'll cast a warming spell on you..." Iger quickly stopped seeing Hermione beside him, and tapped their heads with his wand. Harry suddenly felt It was warm, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At night, the unfinished banquet continued in the Gryffindor common room. Iger held down a salamander, and Fred stuffed a few fireworks into the mouth of the salamander. As soon as Iger let go, the salamander flew into the air Then, it roared and flew over the common room, there was another burst of cheers in the room, and the crackling fireworks all over the room caused bursts of screams, and in the end, the salamander was like a deflated The balloon shot into the fireplace like a 'whoosh'...

"We need some more mead!" yelled Fred, standing profligately on a chair in his Quidditch uniform.

"Who wants to have some late-night snacks?" George roared excitedly, arms all around suddenly raised, and the twin brothers looked at Iger expectantly.

Iger sighed helplessly. Judging by the appearance of the two brothers, they probably wouldn't go to the kitchen in person, so they had to say hello to them, and turned around to leave the common room.

A few minutes later, in the corridor of the castle, a black cat was sneaking silently, and there was a sound of scolding and sobbing not far away, and Aiger ran to the corner curiously and stuck his head out.

"I said, I have been studying with Professor Flitwick, and the professor allowed me to return to the common room later..." A blond girl was wiping her tears, and Iger looked at the other party's uniform. Leitlin's college.

"I don't believe it!" Filch shouted violently with his eyes wide open, "Don't think about evading punishment, I should hang you students who violated the rules from the ceiling and whip them with iron whips, but it's a pity that I won't let you now, you Just wait!"

As he said that, Filch reached out and was about to pull the girl's hair, trying to drag her to Snape's office.

"Wait a minute..." Iger walked out leisurely, and looked at Filch with a slight frown.

"Ah... Another little bitch who wanders at night..." Filch looked at Iger happily.

"Keep your mouth clean, you're just a Squib, who gave you the confidence to scold me?" Iger's face darkened suddenly, and he stepped forward and slapped Filch on the face.

"You dare to hit me?" Filch hissed while covering his face, his bloodshot eyes wanted to reach out to grab Iger, and then he withdrew his hand in horror. Iger was right, he was a squib, at most It can only rely on the professor's face to pretend to be a tiger.

"The entire castle is mine, and I'm still the acting professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..." Iger snorted, "Why don't I dare to hit you? Are you not afraid of death when you provoke a wizard with a squib? Hmm?"

Iger narrowed his eyes and looked at Filch: "I don't have the right to decide whether the professors go or stay, but I think it's easy to get out a wall-watching Squib, Filch, are you too self-righteous?"

Filch looked at Iger in panic, his lips trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You...you can't do this..."

"Why can't I?" Iger sneered, looking at Filch with sinister eyes, and his tone was gloomy and fast: "I hope you can understand a truth, what I hate the most is the kind of person who hates others who are mean and dark. You are still in the Hogwarts castle, so I need to let you know whose name is on the castle title deed, watch the night, and arrest people, if I find you swearing at the students again ...I won't let you get out, but I'll let you die here...Hogwarts is so big that it's more than enough to plant a thousand squibs, understand...you, Filch...sir?"

At this moment, Iger looked very much like Snape. Seeing Iger's gloomy and ruthless look, Filch felt a twitch in his heart, and took a few steps back tremblingly, finally realizing something.

From the beginning to the end, he has always been the existence of mermaid, any graduate has the ability to kill him without any effort...

Seeing Filch fleeing in a hurry, Iger sneered, turned his head to look at the little blond girl in Slytherin and smiled: "Why don't you hurry back now, Miss Greengrass?"

Iger remembers this little girl, a freshman who just entered school this year. She is very studious and beautiful. She is a typical pure-blood and a supporter of pure-blood supremacy. I have a good impression.

"Thank you, Mr. Morrissey." The little girl bowed to Iger, wiped her tears, turned and ran away in a hurry.

The black kitten continued to swim at night. Not far away, I saw Filch come out of Professor McGonagall's office in disgrace. Professor McGonagall's scolding could be heard faintly in the office...

Iger couldn't help but want to laugh. Although Professor McGonagall is very strict with students, he is not strictly a student now. Even night tours have many excuses, not to mention that the entire castle is his own...

Another point is that Professor McGonagall has always looked down on Filch, not because of his status as a Squib, but because of his dark psychology. Among all the professors, even the best-tempered Professor Sprout dislikes him. God knows how he survived as a squib among a group of wizards who might become very outstanding in the future, and the graduates didn't come to kill him? This makes Iger very puzzled...

Seeing Filch's listless look, Iger sneered, meowed and sang, and ran to the kitchen. Under the kind hospitality of a group of elves, Iger returned with a lot of food.