Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"What does he look like?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Not as handsome as me..." Iger smiled smugly: "It's a bit feminine, with long hair, and it feels like a high-profile version of Draco. It's very arrogant, but it's not the proud kind of arrogance, which is very complicated. , It was a portrait of him when he was eighteen years old, it doesn't make much sense to me, of course, if it looks like the statue in the secret room, it's another matter..."

Hermione nodded knowingly. She knew Iger too well. After saying so much, the first sentence was the key point.

There are two kinds of people in Hermione's eyes, Iger and others.

In Iger's eyes, there are also two kinds of people, those who are not as good-looking as him and those who are as good-looking as him...

No way, the Appearance Association is so realistic.

Fred and George ran over excitedly, and happily sat on the soft chair opposite Iger.

"We were thinking, since Slytherin can keep his own portrait, it makes no sense for Gryffindor not to keep it." Fred said excitedly.

"Oh, forgive me, man, I really don't know, to be honest, I never thought that the portrait of Slytherin would still exist." Iger smiled wryly and shook his head.

On the other side of the lounge, Lee Jordan was painstakingly compiling raps for Gryffindor, hoping to overwhelm Slytherin's arrogance in rap.

Iger sometimes finds Lee quite fascinating. He likes everything, but especially loves singing, dancing, rap, and Quidditch...

In any Quidditch match, he can be seen sitting next to Professor McGonagall as a Quidditch commentator. In fact, he has always planned to be a Quidditch commentator after graduation. He said this every game He can watch it for free...

"The whole school is crazy, let's see what those bastards from Ilvermorny say this time!" George's ears turned red with excitement.

"What does this have to do with Ilvermorny?" Iger looked at George with some doubts.

"Don't you know? The aunt of the founder of Ilvermorny is a direct descendant of Slytherin, and the wand of the founder Aesop Seir is the wand of Salazar Slytherin. Those pretentious guys have always I think they are the authentic Slytherins..." Fred raised his eyebrows: "The wizards in the United States have always been rampant, and they seem to think that they are the most powerful existence in the world. In fact, just a few decades ago, American wizards are still being hunted, those backward tribal savages..."

I really don't know about these Igers,

He knew only a few people in the history of magic, and he didn't know much about others.

study hard? Are you kidding me, Professor Binns sleeps enough in his class...

I don't know why, even the Weasley family generally doesn't have a high opinion of American wizards. The British magic community usually has a series of derogatory terms for American wizards, such as backwardness and ignorance. The magic I learned was given out through their fingers...

"What we mean is... no matter how annoying those Slytherin bastards are, they belong to Hogwarts after all." George spread his hands reluctantly: "About the orthodoxy of Slytherin, there has always been It's a serious issue between two schools facing each other, so our students from Hogwarts have never liked Ilvermorny..."

The relationship between the British magic world and the American magic world is very strange. It's a bit like a contest between old aristocrats and emerging forces. Both are unwilling to admit that the other is better than themselves.

Especially with the long-standing historical dispute between the two schools, the students from the two countries looked at each other even more strangely.

"I'm very glad that you have this kind of mind." Iger looked at the twins in front of him cheerfully: "At least you can recognize that we are a whole."

"Stop making trouble, we are not a whole, we are Gryffindors from Hogwarts and Slytherins from Hogwarts, it doesn't matter at all?" Fred said nonsense with his eyes open.

"After all, we are still short of a portrait of Gryffindor..." George smacked his lips with some regret, then reached out and patted Iger's shoulder: "Keep going!"

Why am I still working hard, do you think the portrait is a Chinese cabbage?

For several days in a row, the Daily Prophet flew like snowflakes in England, and the wizards of the whole of England were honored. No matter how much people criticize the dark wizards who came out of Slytherin, it will not prevent the wizards from paying attention to Slytherin. Portrait of enthusiasm.

In the principal's room, Dumbledore cheerfully held a cup of black tea and read the newspaper, then raised his head to look at the portrait on the wall with a smile on his face.

"Salazar, you have become a mascot..." Dumbledore said happily.

The relationship between the old man and Slytherin is not bad, at least after a few days, Dumbledore has started to unilaterally call Slytherin by his Christian name.

"I heard...one of my descendant relatives also founded a wizarding school with my wand?" Slytherin turned to look at Dumbledore upon hearing this.

"Ah... yes, Ilvermorny in the United States is a very good magic school. Of course, it is incomparable with Hogwarts..." Maybe it's because I got along with Iger for too long, and Dumbledore would occasionally be small. Bragging.

"Where is America?" Slytherin looked at Dumbledore with interest and asked curiously.

"..."

Dumbledore was at a loss for words for a moment.

Ilvermorny was founded in the seventeenth century, and it has only been more than two hundred years since then.

And the one in front of him is an old monster from a thousand years ago. When he was alive, there was no shadow of America...

How should I explain this? Starting from the establishment of the United States?

Dumbledore pondered slightly awkwardly, hoping to give Slytherin a simple and easy explanation.

Iger didn't know about Dumbledore's situation. He felt a little tired and flustered now. There were so many things that happened in the past few days that Iger couldn't figure it out.

But the only thing that can be confirmed is that the end of the term is getting closer and closer, and soon, he should be watching a group of students conquer the basilisk on the Quidditch court.

When the final exam is over, I will be driven to Albania by Dumbledore pitifully to catch rare beasts...

Iger feels something is wrong, he should obviously enjoy life!

Why do you suddenly get busy?

The main problem is that I don't know where I am busy...

Many people have experienced this situation. They feel tired and busy every day. When they think about it carefully, they don’t know where they are tired or busy.

Iger thinks that after catching Voldemort during his vacation this year, he should take a good rest for a while and prepare for retirement.

As for Voldemort's subsequent resurrection and slaughter, that's something Dumbledore should consider...

At night, in the quiet bedroom, Iger fiddled with the crown in his hand absent-mindedly, hoping to find clues about Ravenclaw.

Beside him, he fell asleep with his small head exposed in the pouch on Koda's stomach, and Koda slept comfortably on Iger's pillow, burrowing the soft pillow from time to time.

"Extraordinary wisdom is the most precious wealth of human beings..." Iger softly read the letters on the golden crown, and sighed somewhat dejectedly.

Regarding Slytherin's request, Iger is still very concerned. Aside from the touching story itself, the existence of the portraits of Gryffindor is also a very precious thing. If I really have it, it will be It is an eternal wealth of Hogwarts.

After all, Iger still loves this place deeply, even though he is a little greedy.

The starlight from the night sky outside the house shone mottled into the room, obliquely reflecting on Iger's face, and he stuffed the crown into his clothes bag helplessly, and Iger tossed and turned on the bed without a clue.

The more you can't think of the answer to some things, the more disturbing it is, especially some things that people care more about.

Maybe I should go to Ravenclaw and see if there's a clue?

Thinking of this, Iger wandered out of the tower in his pajamas and barefooted, all the way to the door of the Ravenclaw tower, examining the bronze raven in front of him with curious eyes in the dark.

If Ravenclaw is the only thing that Iger can associate with besides the crown, it is the dead raven in front of him.

Alchemy products with their own thinking are not so cheap. For example, the Three Broomsticks Bar has been in business for so many years, and it is just a few cheapest pig-headed three hanging on the door. That kind of stupid thing that looks like a personality disorder is on the market. They can be sold for a lot of money...

The most important thing is that the raw material of Zhutou San is the product of dead people's heads after a series of processing and personality addition.

The pig's head three capitals are so expensive, it doesn't make sense that this dead raven is worthless at all.

"Do you know the news about Ravenclaw?" Iger asked softly.

"I am a door knocker." The raven on the door knocker was vivid, but the voice contained no trace of emotion. Compared with the talkative sorting hat, the door knocker in front of him was obviously less human.

"Can I go in and have a look?" Iger tentatively looked at the bronze knocker in front of him.

"What if the needle falls into the sea?" Dead Raven didn't give any face.

"Buy another one?" Iger tentatively looked at the raven in front of him.

"A trick." Dead Raven finally opened the door.

This is Iger's first visit to Ravenclaw's common room. Compared with the red-toned Gryffindor, the blue-toned Ravenclaw lounge feels more refreshing and transparent.

It was a large round room with elegant arched windows on the walls, hung with blue and bronze silks, not unlike the warm tapestries in the Gryffindor lounge.

The dark blue carpet is dotted with stars all over the sky. Looking around, I seem to be stepping on the starry sky. Existing in the starry sky with Iger are tall bookshelves.

There is a white marble bust of Rowena Ravenclaw in the alcove opposite the door. The milky white stone statue emits a faint light under the stars at night.

Looking at the stone statue in front of him, Iger stepped forward curiously, took out the crown from his arms and placed it gently on top of Ravenclaw's head.

However nothing happened...

The common room was as quiet as ever. From time to time, kittens raised by girls passed by and rubbed against Iger's trousers.

There was a muffled sound of opening the door, a burst of suppressed snickering, and then there was a sound of terrified inhalation. Several girls sneaked in from the hole. Iger turned his head to look, and Qiu Zhang and the others were panicking. look at yourself.

"Night tour?" Iger looked at the pile of small cakes in Qiu Zhang's arms, and the girls behind him looked at Iger with some shyness.

"Morrie... Seth... Mr...." Qiu Zhang looked at Iger tremblingly.

"Don't be afraid, I often do that too, it's okay, I don't care." Iger spread his hands, turned his head and continued to look at the statue in front of him, hoping to find some clues.

Seeing that Iger didn't care about it, the courage of the few girls became bigger. They gathered around Iger and asked things. hit his ass...

"Iger, why are you here?" Qiu Zhang moved to Iger's side with some joy on his face. Girls in this era have not been influenced by the era of information explosion, and they all yearn for stories of beauties and heroes. Find yourself a good husband who can only be found in the story.

He doesn't know if Iger is that kind of heroic figure, but that doesn't matter, at least in the eyes of these girls, he is.

"I... have some things..." Iger pinched his chin and thought, then turned his head and looked at the girls beside him: "Have you heard of the legend of Ravenclaw? For example, what is left behind?"

"Of course it is the crown. It is said that it has been missing for a thousand years..." Qiu Zhang said without hesitation, and then saw Iger calmly stuffing the crown on the statue's head into his arms, facing the eyes of the room. Son, Iger looked at Qiu Zhang: "It's okay, you continue to talk."

I said your mother is tall!

The chests of a group of girls who were short of breath were about to explode.

"What was that just now?" Qiu Zhang stared at Iger with a fiery look on his face.

"Well... Ravenclaw's crown." Iger tilted his head: "Don't care about those details, you continue to talk, what else? If she left her personality, where is it most likely?"

Qiu Zhang took a deep breath emotionally: "I don't know Iger, but I can be sure that if Ravenclaw left her personality, it must be in this castle, because according to some For the record, the castle at Hogwarts was designed by Ravenclaw, and she is the one who knows it best."

Iger nodded slightly. He had also heard about this statement, but it was just unofficial history and there was no conclusive evidence.

But considering that the portraits of Slytherin were all painted with the help of Ravenclaw... Iger thinks this unofficial history is quite credible.

"So... about the crown..." Qiu Zhang looked at Iger expectantly, bit his lips slightly and moved to Iger's side: "I mean... are you going to help us find the portrait of Ravenclaw?"

The girls behind Qiu Zhang smiled ambiguously, and walked towards the dormitory calmly.

Iger is charming, and Iger knows it.

But Iger thinks that he hasn't reached the point where the cat's body shakes, and the girl runs over and shakes with him.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward, and there were only two living people in the empty lounge except for two or three kittens that wandered around at night.

Qiu Zhang's face was a little red, even in the night, Iger could clearly see the blush on Qiu Zhang's face.

"Iger, I..." Qiu Zhang looked at Iger hesitantly, not knowing what to say, then took a small step forward, and his black eyes met Iger's blue eyes.

The two were so close that Iger could even smell the creamy smell from Qiu Zhang's breath.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered that there is still fat chicken soup in the dormitory. It's getting late, so go to bed quickly, good night."

Seeing that the rosy lips were about to stick, Iger ran away in a whizzing manner.

Oh, woman...

Want to seduce this baby? no way! I will not give you the crown!

If I can find it, it's mine!

There was a sound of closing the door, and the atmosphere in the Ravenclaw Tower was eerily quiet. Behind the door of the corridor of the women's dormitory, a group of girls looked at each other, and Qiu Zhang looked a little embarrassed.

For his appearance, Qiu Zhang still has absolute confidence, and in fact it is the same. Basically, boys from all colleges and grades have confessed to Qiu Zhang, but until now Qiu Zhang has not agreed.

It turned out to be disgusting today, he was still a boy who was a year younger than me, the most important thing was that this boy was still a guy with two legs...

"I'm like this... Is it a little bad?" Qiu Zhang looked at his friends eagerly: "I mean, he and Granger..."