Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"What is Iger most afraid of?" In the lounge, Angelina sat on the sofa and looked at Iger maliciously, pointing her wand at the drawer not far away: "Does anyone want to know?"

Iger's eyelids twitched when he saw Angelina's appearance. There was a black poisonous egg on the other's wrist, and the shocking logo came into Iger's eyes. Have Red and George found a partner after all?

He locked the drawer with a blocking spell, and Iger looked at the unhappy Angelina and spread his hands: "Whenever you understand the spell better than me, you will be able to see it..."

With that said, Iger turned around and left leisurely.

"What are you afraid of? Iger?" Harry approached with some malicious intentions.

"Can you let us take a look?" Ron said with a wretched expression.

"I think what I'm afraid of should be fear itself..." Iger organized the wording: "Probably...that's it."

"What do you mean?" Harry was a little confused.

"It means that Iger doesn't know what it is, but as long as there is something to fear." Hermione unceremoniously squeezed from the two and walked beside Iger, holding a big boy in her arms as always. stack of books.

"Talking for a long time is equivalent to not saying..." Ron was a little disappointed.

Iger felt that if it was him, he would see the bodies of family members and friends...

Compared with Ron's big spider and Harry's dementor, this kind of thing turned out to be a bit of a disappointment, so the cabinet was closed.

Iger never thought of himself as a strong person, especially when he was used to the love of people around him, if someone around him suddenly disappeared one day, then he might really go crazy.

"Emotions can make people weak, but they can also make people strong..." Wei Wei felt a little emotional, leaving such an inexplicable sentence, Iger followed Hermione and turned to leave, leaving Harry and Ron looking at each other.

...

For this year's Christmas, Iger didn't look forward to much. The plan was to go pick out the eyes of the basilisk on Christmas day, and then start practicing to control Momo the next day.

There is no festive atmosphere throughout Christmas, and with it comes the risk of being silently blown up.

Watching the students boarding the train home in groups with dull eyes, Iger attracted a lot of attention.

"What's wrong with Iger?" Beside Hermione, Ginny looked at Iger outside the car with a little surprise in her arms.

"He has some things to do, so he can only stay in school this year." Hermione sighed, and looked at Iger's face outside the car reluctantly.

Compared to Iger's sorrow, Harry is much better. He will spend Christmas with Sirius this year, and Harry feels his heart is about to explode with excitement.

"Sirius said that he made an appointment for a training session with an international Quidditch team. The Seekers in that team are very good. We plan to go to them directly after Christmas. Sirius said that in Bulgaria..." the carriage Inside, Harry was talking incessantly.

"Training class?" Ron looked at Harry with a strange expression: "Training class costs a lot of money, Harry..."

"How much...how much?" Harry was taken aback, then calmed down.

"Generally, a class will be around tens of Galleons, and there must be a broom that can meet the requirements of international competitions." Ron calculated and said: "Charlie went to the training session of the Charlie Cannons for a year, and it only lasted one day. It costs 20 Galleons, and I heard that Iger made the appointment for him. Although I like the Charlie Cannons very much, to be honest, they are not that strong internationally."

Harry's expression suddenly became awkward. He didn't know this, and thought it was just a simple matter.

"Sirius helped me make an appointment for the whole vacation, and after Christmas we took the door key and left directly..." Harry said dryly: "I suddenly don't want to go,

too expensive. "

Ron nodded understandingly, yes, who can afford dozens of Galleons a day?

"Sirius just came back from Azkaban, or forget it..." Harry hung his head in frustration.

"Don't think too much, pure-blood families have a lot of wealth, and there must be more like the Black family." Ron comforted the depressed Harry, and then he seemed to realize the reality, his face collapsed: "Of course, I said It’s someone else’s house…”

"Really?" Harry froze.

"Of course it is true! I heard that the Black family was very prominent at the time!" Ron nodded: "But it is said that their family is full of paranoid lunatics..."

"But I still think it's too expensive." Harry was a little frustrated, looking out the window at Iger, who was a little dejected, and then at Malfoy, who was also dejected not far from Iger.

"Won't Malfoy go home this year?" Harry looked at Malfoy a little strangely. Malfoy was holding a camera to take pictures of the Hogwarts Express, waving to Colin in the next carriage.

"It seems like this..." Ron is much better towards Malfoy now, I don't know how much better Malfoy is now than when he first entered school, at least Malfoy learned to face Hagrid's rock cakes. The two humbly...

Not many students stay in school this year, in fact, not many students stay in school every year, but even if there are not many students staying, Hogwarts will still dress up magnificently.

Walking towards the castle stepping on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, Malfoy followed behind him with an excited expression on his face, fiddling with the camera in his arms fondly.

At the gate of the castle, Peeves was happily throwing snowballs at passers-by. Seeing Iger approaching, he hurriedly stood up like a baby, and when Iger walked by, he casually threw a snowball on Malfoy's face.

"Peeves!" Malfoy looked angrily at the spirit body flying in mid-air: "Stay away from me!"

"The poisonous snake started to get close to the lion~ I don't know what's going on..." Peeves smiled wildly and ran away.

"Crazy!" Malfoy turned and left angrily.

In the corridor, Filch struggled to wipe the ghostly symbols that Peeves had drawn on the wall. With a wave of Iger's hand, the wall immediately became clean.

Filch looked at Iger and bowed in awe. Iger looked at him and nodded and left.

Then there was another roar from behind, Filch's roar.

"Footprints all over the ground! Don't you know how to clean your feet before you come in?"

"Iger also passed by just now!" Malfoy's voice came angrily.

"I didn't see it! Brat!" Filch said with a bellows panting, and then there was a rush of footsteps, and Malfoy got rid of Filch's entanglement and ran away in a panic.

"That guy is so annoying!" Malfoy caught up with Iger angrily: "Iger, is the castle yours? Why don't you drive him away?"

"Although he's not a good guy, his love for the castle is real." Iger nodded slightly: "As long as he doesn't overstep and cause harm to the students, I don't mind having a long-term labor..."