Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Is she... really reliable?" Hermione asked in a hesitant, underestimated voice in Iger's ear.

"Doesn't it look unreliable?" Iger turned his head and grinned at the little girl.

"Well..." Hermione nodded obediently.

"Don't underestimate her, most people think she's a big fool..." Iger whispered in Hermione's ear: "But in fact she is very good at divination, although it seems a little not so...emmm...reliable..."

"Really?" Hermione suddenly looked surprised.

"Do you know why Voldemort wants to kill Harry?" Iger asked in a low voice, Hermione shaking her head slightly.

"It's because she made a prophecy. Of course, it's not her original intention..." Iger whispered: "Her prophecy is very effective. In fact, like Neville, she is usually very insecure about herself. Although the divination is very effective, the time span is sometimes very large, so many people don't believe her, but in fact..."

"It doesn't matter if you say she is a crow's mouth, Professor Trelawney's prophecy is really terrifying. For example, she said that I will die in the fires of hell..." Iger grinned.

"This is also called Efficiency?" Hermione's eyes were still a little suspicious.

"My body did die in the fire, the body you see..." Iger said softly: "In fact, the body died and grew back at the same time. I didn't just grow a horn. ."

"The body is dead? Why didn't you tell me before?" Hermione covered her mouth in horror, and hurriedly dragged Iger up and down to check.

"There's nothing to say, but to be honest, it feels terrible. It's all destroyed and reborn from the inside out, it feels like a phoenix nirvana." Iger shrank his neck with lingering fear: "Damn, it hurts crazy..."

"Because of the prophecy she made?" Hermione's gaze at Trelawney suddenly turned bad.

"Calm down, the prophecy only tells you what will happen in the future, not because she said it, so don't confuse it." Iger gently tugged Hermione, motioning her to calm down: "Besides, I also felt Her usual predictions are not accurate, but in fact, most of them have come true..."

"Then she said Neville's grandmother...?" Hermione was shocked.

"Emmm... Her predictions have to be understood like this..." Iger whispered: "If she says who may be bad, don't worry too much, it may just be a disease and a waist..."

"If you don't use divination, she can't understand anything just by looking at the palmistry..." Iger grinned: "But if you use tarot or something, the accuracy will be higher..."

Gently squeezed Hermione's little hand, Iger signaled the little girl to feel at ease: "If you want to learn with her, she may really not be able to teach you anything, because she herself can't understand her own divination."

"It can only be said that the accuracy rate of divination in normal times is relatively high, but it will not be a hit, understand?" Iger smiled.

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, and said no more.

Although it was a pity that there was nothing to learn from books and that the professor couldn't teach anything, but compared to the professor's own inability, Hermione felt that she could still accept it in her heart.

For example, who wants to learn wandless spellcasting with Iger...

Iger doesn't know how to teach it either. Ordinary wandless spellcasting is just like what he wants. Many things really need talent. Snape's ability to recall wands is very incredible to Iger. So far, Iger I really haven't seen anyone who has successfully released a decent spell without a stick.

So it can't be said that if you can't be taught by others, you just don't have the level. Is Iger's magic level low?

Not low, Dumbledore couldn’t get enough of him when he went to the wand, and he was basically at the level of being killed in an instant, plus Fox might be able to escape...

But no matter what method Iger taught, it was difficult for others to learn his wandless spellcasting.

Iger thinks it may have something to do with racial talent...

Fairies can cast spells with their fingernails, but can humans use them? what a joke...

"Does she always predict other people's misfortunes?" Hermione looked at Trelawney with concern.

"Emmm... Every year, a student is predicted to die, but no one has died so far..." Iger grinned: "How about we make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?" Hermione became interested when she heard the words.

"I bet she will predict that Harry is unknown..." Iger smiled softly: "If I guess right, you will give me tonight..."

(Sorry, I didn't understand the last few words...)

Hermione's face was blood red, she nodded slightly, and then smiled a little narrowly: "What if you miss it?"

"Then I'll give you...how about it?"

(Sorry, I didn't get it again...)

Hermione's face turned even redder, but she still nodded slightly, with a little excitement in her eyes, and she didn't know what she was excited about...

in two minutes...

"You have 'unknown'."

Sure enough, Trelawney looked at Harry's teacup and cried.

Harry: "???"

"Unknown, dear, unknown!" cried Trelawney. "That monstrous black dog that haunts the graveyard! My dear boy, he is an omen--the worst omen--a omen of death! "

Harry's heart suddenly tightened, and he was slightly at a loss.

"It doesn't matter..." Iger's lazy voice sounded, and he glanced at Hermione, who was blood-red, with a smile on his face, and Iger laughed: "If what you are talking about is a **** dog, then Harry can do it every day. see..."

When Iger's voice thought of it, Harry's heart suddenly calmed down.

At Hogwarts, everyone knows one thing, Iger's words carry a lot of weight.

Anyone who says they will be beaten will definitely be beaten, and whoever said they will be killed will definitely be killed...

Therefore, everyone is more willing to believe in Iger's threat than Raoshizi's divination. After all, Iger's words will come true faster than the prophecy.

"Bring me to see Harry's teacup..." Iger smiled and reached out to take Harry's teacup from Professor Trelawney's hand.

"emmm, let me explain it to you..." Iger muttered as he flipped through the book: "Black dog...sun...cross...emmm..."

"Ah... It probably means experiencing 'great joy' with the black dog, and then maybe it's extremely happy and sad." Iger laughed: "I guess that big dog may go to some Quidditch training with you, You're likely to encounter happy things, but then you may be very happy and sad, be careful playing Quidditch lately, don't break your leg..."

Harry felt completely relieved...

Riding a broom, isn't it? A broken leg is not a big deal, but a broken neck can be instantly corrected with the level of a wizard, as long as you don't hiccup immediately.

Trelawney's thick spectacles made her eyes extraordinarily large, and she couldn't help blinking at Iger: "Is that so?"

Iger looked at Trelawney and laughed, and the old professor looked a little silly: "Judging from the order of the teacup rotation, the black dog is at the front, and it can't be said that he can be happy and sad after death. Bar…"

"Oh..." Trelawney looked a little disappointed. Seeing that the students around her had lost interest, the old professor began to turn around to look for other people's unknown.

It's a pity that no one drank black dog-shaped tea residues after a class. Most of them were trivial matters.

"I don't know why, but I felt like I was explaining it like that, and I instantly felt that the fortune-telling class was the same thing..." Harry muttered happily.

"I still feel a little uneasy..." Hermione frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, Harry will definitely live to death, and my prediction is very accurate." Iger laughed, and Harry and Ron on the side laughed suddenly.

Leaving from the Divination Classroom, a group of people rushed to the Transfiguration Classroom. Several people took a seat in the back row of the classroom and listened to Professor McGonagall's class quietly.

It has to be said that compared to the mysterious Professor Trelawney, Professor McGonagall, whose lectures are clearly organized, is undoubtedly more popular with Hermione, not to mention that this class is about the knowledge of Animagus.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat in front of the whole class, with traces of glasses around her eyes, Iger grinned and clapped his hands, and the warm applause sounded, which made Professor McGonagall's usual serious face. Also a little more smile.

The older catgirl was very useful to the students' admiration and applause for her.

Don't look at the serious face of Professor McGonagall on weekdays, the older catgirl also has vanity...

"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione still raised her hand high.

"What's the matter, Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at Hermione.

"That's it..." Hermione ignored Iger who was rolling her eyes wildly, looked at Professor McGonagall and asked, "I just had a divination class..."

Professor McGonagall's face suddenly became a little weird: "Understood..."

"Whose death did Sybil predict again?" Professor McGonagall looked helpless.

"Uh..." Hermione was slightly embarrassed: "She said that Harry would have unknown..."

Professor McGonagall gave Harry a sharp look: "Then you should know, Potter... Sybill Trelawney predicts that a student will die every year. So far, none of them have died, and she likes it best. Greeting a new class with an omen of death. If it weren't for me never speaking ill of my colleagues..."

Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped, and Iger noticed that Professor McGonagall's nostrils were slightly pale, which was usually her angry look.

"Divination is one of the least rigorous disciplines in the branch of magic. To tell you the truth, I don't have much patience with it. There are very few true prophets, and Professor Trelawney..."

Professor McGonagall stopped abruptly and continued in a matter-of-fact tone: "In my opinion, you are in very good health, so I beg your pardon if I didn't dispense with your homework today, Mr. Potter. I I promise you, if you do die, you won't have to hand in your homework."

"But Professor, Iger said that Professor Trelawney's prediction was accurate..." Hermione looked a little panicked.

"Is that so?" Professor McGonagall froze when he heard the words, and turned to look at Iger.

"Uh..." Iger grinned: "At least I can be sure that they will die sooner or later."

"Okay, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall almost laughed when he heard the words, turned to look at Harry: "It looks like you are going to continue to hand in your homework, as long as you don't die."

...

"Why didn't you explain it to Professor McGonagall?"

At lunch, Hermione shook her head in annoyance.

"Trust me, people will die sooner or later." Iger swears.

"But you said her prediction was accurate." Hermione couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Yeah, I also said that her prediction spans a long time..." Iger suddenly laughed when he heard the words: "And I also said that the order of the rotation direction of the teacup is the problem."

"Really?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"Of course, you don't see any response from him..." Iger spread his hands: "And I don't think that when Dumbledore and Dumbledore, Sirius and Severus are all in school, who can make Harry suddenly die suddenly, Unless the Muggle Prime Minister drops an atomic bomb on our heads."

Saying that, Iger pondered for two seconds, then nodded slightly: "Even if there is an atomic bomb, I can get it away before that thing explodes..."

"Okay..." Hermione nodded, and it seemed that she was finally no longer tangled.

The strength of her boyfriend made the little girl feel at ease.

For a strong woman like He Min, if she can't obey the other party, she can only achieve absolute excellence to smash the other party's sense of superiority...

"Just keep your own mentality. Professor McGonagall is right. This is a very imprecise study in itself." Iger mumbled casually: "Just take a look at the fortunes of the past few days, and it's far away. It’s not very accurate, and predictions can be broken.”

"What do you mean?" Hermione was slightly puzzled.

"Probably means that if she predicts when I will go to Hawaii for vacation, as long as I never go to Hawaii, the prediction will be broken." Iger laughed.

"But what if it's for other reasons? Like me and Elsa going?" Hermione asked, looking at Iger.

"Then I can force you to stay by my side. For absolutely powerful forces and uncertain character factors, prophecy is weak and powerless." Iger spread his hands: "As it happens, I have both."

"Hateful subjects... I still think divination is more interesting..." Hermione muttered.

"Have you got the time-turner?" Iger glanced at Hermione, the corners of his mouth cocked slightly.

"How do you..."

"I know everything." Iger laughed: "So you don't have to worry about when I will see two of you causing schizophrenia."

"Thank goodness..." Hermione muttered.

"Also... remember to come to my room at night, no matter how tired you are in class during the day, I'll give you a massage..." Iger whispered in Hermione's ear.

Hermione blushed again.

It's not that the little girl will be shy with Iger, but that when Iger whispers such naked words in public, Hermione is always worried that others will hear...

...

After lunch, the group walked all the way to Hagrid's hut. Not far ahead, Malfoy was loudly showing off his experience of riding Buckbeak to Crabbe and Goyle, talking about his magic. How talented the animal protection class is, as for the fact that Iger had previously offered him Guan Yuzhen and his humble hands with refined beef, he had selectively ignored it...

"Looking at his proud appearance, those who didn't know thought he was the professor of protection class." Ron hummed and mumbled twice.

"I thought your relationship should be pretty good now?" Iger looked at Ron in surprise~www.wuxiahere.com~ um... ok. Ron snorted. "But he's still a Slytherin after all..."

"You were still saying that Slytherin was handsome..." Iger laughed.

"That's what Harry said..." Ron was a little dissatisfied. "I just hate Malfoy's smug look. You look so good, but you never show off."

"Have you heard a word?" Iger laughed.

"What?" Ron was puzzled.

"Invisible pretence, the most deadly..."

Iger finally brought this sentence to Hogwarts, in Chinese...

It's not that I don't pretend, it's just because I'm too strong...

So what you can do, brother, you can take it for granted!