After the sorting ceremony, Dumbledore stood up and spoke to the students. Iger didn't quite understand what he said, and then he saw the white-bearded old man take out his wand and lead the students to sing the school song.

Iger tried to learn from Fred and George, and sang the last sentence in the tune of the funeral march. The dead and sad voice made Iger the last person to sing the song. Dumbledore held a wand Dump, for Iger's last lyric to end the conductor.

There was dead silence in the hall, and people stared at Hogwarts, who was the first in the history of Hogwarts to sing the school song with the funeral march. Professor Flitwick turned his head to look at Snape.

"Maybe Dumbledore was right, he should be in Gryffindor."

Snape's face darkened when he heard Professor Flitwick's words.

The lively applause sounded, Iger stood on the chair with a smile and bowed to the surroundings, Elsa laughed, leaned back and forth, hugged Iger and kissed him on the cheek, and the boys around looked envious.

"Then, I have nothing more to say." Dumbledore waved his hand with a smile: "Eat it!"

The voice fell, and plates of dishes appeared on the four long tables, and the students began to eat excitedly.

Interestingly, there was a glass of iced lemon juice and a small pot of hot pot in front of Iger, which was obviously not the dish that should appear in the dinner, which immediately attracted the attention of other students.

Iger knew that this was prepared by the elves for himself, so he couldn't help laughing.

"What is this?" Elsa looked at Iger curiously.

"A kind of food in the East, called hot pot." Iger picked up a thick piece of beef floating on the chili oil and put it on Aisha's plate.

Aisha took the beef with a fork and put it in her mouth, then her eyes lit up: "It's delicious."

"Eat more if it's delicious..." Iger grinned: "Kaka, can you prepare another for me?"

The voice fell, and another small pot appeared on the table in front of him.

"How did you do it?" Elsa looked at Iger in surprise.

"This is made by a house-elf. After it's done, it's served on the table corresponding to the kitchen, don't you know?" Iger was also a little surprised.

"I don't know..." Aisha didn't seem to have been to the kitchen, and looked at Iger blankly.

"I'll show you when I have a chance." Iger laughed.

Elsa feels a little weird, she's obviously the one who stayed at Hogwarts for seven years, right?

Iger thought about it for a while and thought that it might be the reason why Fred and George haven't entered the school yet. This school is not so happy.

Hufflepuff's students should know the entrance to the kitchen, but it is estimated that Elsa has little chance of contact.

The two talked a lot during dinner. About Iger's adventures in the last few days, except for some things that shouldn't be said, everything else was told to Aisha.

"You actually went to the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid?" Aisha frowned slightly as she looked at Iger: "That's against the school rules, and we're not allowed in."

"School rules are useful to students. I'm not a student now, aren't I?" Iger grinned: "Besides, Dumbledore said that if you don't want to die, don't go in, instead of not being allowed in."

"Is there a difference?" Elsa looked blank.

"The difference is huge..." Iger muttered.

After dinner, Iger followed the Gryffindor students all the way to the Gryffindor lounge. The fat lady glanced at Iger in the crowd: "Honey, you will need a password to come in later."

"The new password is easy to remember, little egg." Elsa looked at Iger with a smile.

"The password is correct, let's go in, dear." The fat lady said with a smile.

"I really thank you for remembering me so much..." Iger brooded into the hole and returned to the room.

"Why are you able to enter my room?" Iger turned to look at Elsa.

Aisha smiled and pinched Iger's little face: "Girls can enter the boys' dormitory, but boys can't enter the girls' dormitory."

"It's not fair." Iger spread his hands.

"There is no fairness between girls and boys. If you want to fall in love in the future, I hope you can remember this." Aisha didn't care at all.

In the bedroom, Luck was squatting in the bird cage with his eyes closed, and Elsa looked at the furnishings around him in amazement: "Dumbledore really likes you, doesn't he? My bedroom is so well decorated."

"Thanks to Kaka." Iger smiled: "Kaka helped me pick the flowers in the room, and he also helped me clean the room."

He took out a golden galleon and a timid hot pot from his arms, Iger turned and walked out of the room: "I don't mind if you stay and sleep with me at night, but now I need to go to Dumbledore's office."

Elsa smiled and walked downstairs behind Iger, obviously very happy with Iger's molesting.

A few minutes later, Kaka took Iger to the door of Dumbledore's office. Iger looked at the stone sculpture in front of him: "Zizzi Bee Candy."

Pushing the door into the room, Dumbledore was looking at Ravenclaw's crown carefully.

"I'm still thinking about when you will catch up with Miss Smith. You came earlier than I thought, which is a good thing Iger." Dumbledore smiled: "Indulging in tenderness for too long may not be the case. What a good thing, it may hollow out your body prematurely."

"Old hooligan..." Iger was expressionless: "What's the matter with calling me here?"

"Ah... it's like this..." Dumbledore's voice was soft: "I received a letter from a former student at the school today, he said that you seemed to have had some unfriendly influence on his children this afternoon. "

"Draco Malfoy?" Iger tilted his head: "Didn't you tell him that his son might still live in my shadow in the future, so let him be more honest?"

"I did persuade him like this, but he doesn't seem to be someone who is easy to give up. Fortunately, Sev replied in time to persuade him, and he has a good relationship with the child's father." Dumbledore looked at Iger sharply: " At this point, I also hope that you can control your emotions, after all, silence is likely to explode when you are emotional."

"Okay, I see." Iger shrugged.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly: "What a pity, you don't seem to have listened to my words, do you want something to drink?"

Iger grinned, and it seemed that Old Man Deng didn't care much about this kind of thing.

"Iced lemon juice is ready," Iger said.

"By the way, there is one more point. Professor Snape asked me to inform you that because of the start of the school year, you will have to go to his office at six o'clock in the evening for your daily studies." Dumbledore put his hands on his chin with his fingers crossed.

Iger nodded: "I see."

Squeakily drinking the iced lemon juice, Iger looked at Dumbledore: "Professor, there is one thing I don't quite understand."

"Why didn't you get Legilimency?" Dumbledore laughed: "Actually, I had a momentary temptation before. Believe me, with my ability, you can't feel anything."

Dumbledore looked at the surprised Iger and blinked: "But I didn't see anything, I just had a quick glimpse of your eight years of life."

Iger was stunned for a while, a little puzzled.

"The human soul is a very strange thing, isn't it?" Dumbledore stood up and fiddled with the silver liquid in a basin beside him: "It can split, gather, or be reborn, even if I am called As one of the greatest white wizards, he cannot spy on the memories imprinted on his soul."

Dumbledore turned to look at Iger and smiled: "You are safe."

Iger didn't know whether Dumbledore meant his own safety or his own safety. In short, he was a little delusional now.

Nodding vaguely, Iger looked at Dumbledore: "Why don't we discuss some deals?"

"What deal do you want?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with interest.

"Like the crown I gave you, it's up to me to choose what you can provide." Iger thought for a while: "Even if I take you there, it counts, okay?"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "You've almost emptied my pension and Iger."

Immediately looking at Iger, who was somewhat lost, Dumbledore still nodded: "But I agree, I think my centenarian body still has a lot of family background..."

Iger suddenly laughed and looked at Dumbledore.

"So, what do you want to exchange the crown for?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"Nimbus 2001." Iger grinned. ①

"I have to say, this is a very greedy request." Dumbledore nodded in agreement: "Yes, at least so far, I haven't heard of a better broom than this."

Dumbledore looked at Iger and smiled: "I heard that Buck is developing a new type of broom called Twigg 90. If you are not in a hurry, would you like me to order one for you? I heard that they will be on the market next year. ."

Iger shook his head: "Forget it."

"I think so too. I have seen their processing process. I am sure that in terms of their craftsmanship, the broom may be deformed when it flies too fast. Nimbus 2001 is more suitable." Dumbledore laughed: "Are you going to give it to your little girlfriend?"

Iger scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"It's good to be young." Dumbledore looked at Iger and joked: "You can enjoy the nourishment of love unscrupulously, although you nourished it a little early."

Iger felt that his face was hot, and he might have cooked an egg, so he hurriedly left Dumbledore's office.

On the top of the cabinet by the door of the principal's office, a dirty and broken hat was bent, and the folds on the hat formed a human face: "I like that child, Dumbledore, not artificial at all, although very greedy. "

"I like it too, this is a child who is easy to see through." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows: "I'm sure he won't go down the wrong road."

"I'm sure what he wants next time is not something as simple as a broom..." The Sorting Hat muttered.

Dumbledore spread his hands and seemed to agree with what the Sorting Hat said.

"You are too accommodating to that brat, Albus!" On the portrait on the side, an old man looked at Dumbledore and said dissatisfiedly: "That's just a silent one. It was very common in my time, and he might not be able to live. !"

"I thought you would understand what I was thinking, Phineas." Dumbledore looked at the portrait on the side: "The important thing about that child is obviously not the silence in his body."

Phineas Nigellus Black, an impatient former headmaster and, of course, the most unpopular headmaster of all time. He is Sirius's great-great-grandfather, and his personality has clearly become more impatient since he learned that Sirius, the last descendant of the family, was imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Strange theory, I think you are getting old." Phineas turned and left with a mutter, it seemed that he was going to complain about his portrait in Hogsmeade Square.

Early the next morning, Iger was wandering around the Hogwarts manor, with a silver kitten beside him from time to time fluttering at passing butterflies.

The morning air in Hogwarts was very nice. The faint smell of grass mixed with the scent of flowers penetrated into Iger's nose. After a sniff, Iger walked towards Hagrid's hut.

"Good morning, Hagrid." Iger walked into the hut, where Hagrid was wearing a pink apron and eating breakfast biscuits.

Iger didn't understand why Hagrid had a soft spot for cookies, and he didn't understand why Hagrid could make other people's teeth no matter he made cakes, pies or cookies.

"Good morning, Iger." Hagrid pushed a jug of milk: "It's a pity that I can't take you to the Forbidden Forest to hang out today. The pumpkin fields have just finished fertilizing. I need to give them some deworming medicine. If you're bored, you You can go to Buckbeak and let him fly you twice, but remember to bring him a few rat skunks or something, that guy is very greedy."

Iger nodded and looked at the breakfast milk that Hagrid handed over. The milk in the jug was obviously much more viscous than the milk, and it was very serious to hang the cup. Iger was not sure if he would choke when he took a sip.

"What kind of milk is this?" Egger asked.

Hagrid chewed the biscuits in his mouth: "The milk of the poisonous horns is the two poisonous horns that Mr. Scamander released in the forbidden forest. They are said to be the last two in the world, but they are in the Life in the Forbidden Forest is very good. Now that we have our own small group, at least we don't have to worry about extinction, right? Mr. Scamander is really great..."

Hagrid babbled, and seemed to admire Newt Scamander. Iger felt that the two were very similar, and both had a mysterious obsession with magical creatures, but compared to Newt, Hagrid seemed to be I prefer those with large bodies and sharp claws and fangs...

Like a giant dragon?

The corners of Iger's mouth twitched, and then his eyes lit up a little. Speaking of which, if there is a chance to raise a giant dragon, it would be really good, right?

During the whole day, Iger had nothing to do, although he went to Hogsmeade in the afternoon to drink some butterbeer, UU reading www.uukanshu. com But that didn't seem to bring him much fun.

At night, in Snape's office, Iger stared at all kinds of spooky things soaking in the green liquid all around. Iger wasn't sure if Snape was using magic potions or playing dissection.

"Take out your wand, Iger." Snape's face was not very good, and Iger felt that he might still be brooding over the fact that he had saved his face last night, after all, Snape obviously didn't have a broad mind.

"I heard that you cast a very powerful Bone Shattering Charm at the Leaky Cauldron yesterday afternoon? It seems that even if I don't teach you anything, you can handle this restricted-level black magic at your fingertips." Snape was tired and crooked. The crooked tone surrounded Iger's ear, and Iger wasn't sure if he needed to scold him now, because he hadn't yet heard whether Snape meant praise or sarcasm.

"I've won the prize..." Iger thought for a while and still opened his mouth and said.

"You seem to think I'm complimenting you?" Snape gave Iger a cold look.

Iger was at a loss for a while: "Isn't it?"

"Obviously, trying to communicate with someone with no brains like you was my mistake." Snape snorted.

"I thought we would have a very common language." Iger replied calmly, I am stupid and you are stupid, everyone is the same!

Snape's face was ugly. He found that he basically had no hope of defeating Iger in the verbal confrontation. He wanted to deduct points, but he didn't know who to deduct.

There is no good reason for wanting to be locked up. Iger is not a student.

Thinking of a tongue-in-cheek chokehold, Iger is still wearing his armor 24 hours a day.

Why should I teach him the Iron Armor Charm? Snape was expressionless, feeling very bad.

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