Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger didn't wander around the castle for too long. After getting the Marauder's map, he returned to the room.

Seeing Iger coming back, Guoba cried and got to the pillow, patted the pillow with his tiny fingers, and begged Iger for a hug.

Looking at the appearance of Guoba, Iger felt warm in his heart and always felt very comfortable.

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Time flies, and another half a month has passed. The students at Hogwarts are completely accustomed to the existence of Iger. Everyone knows that there is such an existence that does not belong to the category of students, which makes many people see the opportunity, especially The students in the first and second grades, because they are not allowed to leave the school, they often ask Iger to go to Hogsmeade to help them buy some things. Iger is also very happy to help, and often can get one or two gold plus after a trip. Long.

Iger, who has a non-marking stretch bag, can bring back a lot of things after a trip. From time to time, he also helps some stores such as Honey Duke to advertise. Of course, the store will also pay Iger some advertising fees.

At this moment, Iger had just returned from Hogsmeade when he saw Elsa sitting on the stone platform in the castle corridor with red eyes and hugging her knees, next to a black-haired girl who was constantly persuading Elsa about something.

Iger recognized the girl. The girl's name was Alice Lee. She was an overseas Chinese living in Cornwall and Elsa's best friend.

"What's the matter?" Iger smiled and leaned over to Elsa: "Severus' hooked nose gave you another point deduction?"

Aisha burst into laughter when she heard Iger's words, and then shook her head: "It's alright."

Iger was thinking about Alice on the side, Alice looked at Elsa with some embarrassment, and then explained to Iger: "Slytherin's nasty Marcus Flint, Quidditch a few days ago. He got his revenge when he was knocked off a broom by one of Hufflepuff's students and cast a curse when they weren't paying attention."

Alice looked very angry: "It happened to be seen by Elsa, you know, Elsa was a prefect and deducted ten points from Flint on the spot, and Flint called Elsa a mudblood and humiliated her for dying Parents, they also said that Aisha sticks with you every day, psychopathic, oh my **** I can't imagine why a second grade kid can be so vicious! Didn't his parents teach him what parenting is? Those disgusting bunch Slytherin!"

Iger was expressionless, turned to leave, and walked in the direction of Slytherin. Elsa stopped him a little worriedly, for fear that he would do something stupid.

Iger waved his hand with a smile, and Elsa fell asleep immediately.

"I hope she can have a good dream." Iger stretched out his hand and pushed, and Elsa's body slowly leaned against Alice.

"What are you going to do?" Alice asked, looking at Iger's back.

"Go and beat him, do you want to take a picture?" Iger said with a smile.

Looking blankly at Iger's leaving figure, Alice looked at Aisha next to her and couldn't help laughing: "Good eyesight, that kid is so handsome."

A few minutes later, at the door of Slytherin's lounge, Iger looked at a small Slytherin snake: "Is that one named Flint in the common room?"

The student in front of him looked at Iger for a while, then shook his head: "Flint's words are probably at the Quidditch pitch. Today is the day of Slytherin training."

The other party is very generous. Iger thinks that it may be because of Snape. The name of Snape's disciple allows Iger to walk sideways in the school. After all, no one wants to offend that eagle-eyed nose.

In fact, this is also the case. Someone once ridiculed behind his back what Iger could learn at his age, even Snape couldn't teach him, and then he was accidentally heard by Snape, and then he was deducted more than 40 points for a week...

The students didn't know whether it was because they mocked Iger or because they questioned Snape's teaching standards, but since that time, no one has made irresponsible remarks.

However, Iger obviously doesn't know these things. His state is more like being outside the school. Most of the familiar students are Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and there are some Ravenclaw, but Slytherin's race Molecular Iger is obviously unwilling to contact, although they will also show some kindness to Iger, but Iger is not familiar with many, at least Flint is not one of them.

On the Quidditch field, a group of little snakes in green robes were riding on brooms for training, sharpening their knives and preparing for the next match against Ravenclaw. There were many Sri Lankans sitting in the stands. Laitlin's student.

Aside from the bad attitude towards other colleges, Slytherin is actually quite close to each other, but compared to Gryffindor, Slytherin-style friendship obviously has a sense of class, which is also The reason why Iger is reluctant to contact them.

At least Iger didn't look down on Hagrid because of his blood, nor did he dislike Elsa because she was a Muggle, and he wouldn't look down on the Grangers because they were Muggles. In fact, Iger didn't know his own. Who are their parents, and they have such rude magic power, maybe their parents are also some kind of magical creatures?

Reaching out his hand and pressing it on his throat, Iger silently released a loud voice.

"Who's Flint?"

For a while, Iger's voice completely covered the entire Quidditch pitch, and people looked at Iger in surprise.

"I am, what's the matter?" A boy with some buck teeth fell from the broom and looked at Iger strangely.

Iger shook his head slightly, the intermarriage of intermarriages of pure-blood family members has already started to become deformed, so he still preaches pure-blood every day.

If there is a so-called pure blood, where did the first wizard in the world come from? Popped out of a rock?

That's not a wizard, that's a monkey...

With his mind turning, Iger didn't think too much. He came to find a place for his eldest wife. As for whether there will be a little wife in the future, that depends on the situation.

"You called Elsa a Mudblood?" Iger looked at Flint with a blank expression.

Flint was a little surprised. He never thought that Iger would come to him. Looking at Iger's small size, Flint couldn't help laughing: "Is there any problem? He is a mudblood..."

Before he finished speaking, Iger raised his palm, and a red glow shot out. Flint's figure flew out like a cannonball, and was flung in the distance weakly in a whirl, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The little snakes all around suddenly screamed and raised their wands at Iger, cursing something in their mouths.

"Shut up!"

Iger's resounding voice sounded, which immediately overshadowed their scolding, raising his wand in his hand, and a bone-shattering red light suddenly blew up an empty spectator tower in the distance.

The crowd was silent for a while, watching the curling smoke from the tip of Iger's staff in horror.

Iger looked around: "Who, do you have any questions? I can give me any advice!"

Looking at the petrified Slytherin students, Iger raised his index finger and swayed slightly: "Since you don't dare to resist, you can only obey, don't challenge my authority again, or I will make you pay an unbearable price, Now! Who else has an objection?"

"I'll ask again, who else has objections!" Iger looked around with a sullen face.

Looking at the frightened students, Iger snorted: "If there is no objection, don't send that big buck tooth to the school doctor's office. I can't guarantee that he will die in a while."

A group of students woke up like a dream, hurriedly lifted Flint, who had fainted in the distance, and hurried away.

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"You are so handsome, Iger!" Half an hour later, in Iger's room, Elsa hugged Iger's little face and kissed her fiercely.

Iger pointed to his lips eagerly: "Kiss here, kiss here."

Elsa glanced at the door with a blushing face, then lowered her head.

In the middle of the first kiss...after a long while...the first kiss is over... (Forgive me, I was blocked before, I didn't dare to write it casually...)

"Aisha...I..." Iger's breathing was a little short, and his eyes were a little hot.

Aisha hurriedly pushed Iger aside, her face blushed as if steam was coming out: "You're still too young... I'll be locked in Azkaban..."

Saying that, Elsa couldn't help laughing, and Iger also grinned slyly.

After cleaning up, the two came to the auditorium. As soon as they entered, the curious eyes of the middle school students in the auditorium all looked at Iger, with an inexplicable light shining in their eyes.

"Nice job, Iger!" A red-haired boy smiled and stepped forward and embraced Iger's shoulders.

Iger couldn't help laughing, the boy's name was Charlie Weasley, the second son of the Weasleys, Percy's brother, Iger obviously liked Charlie a little more than Percy, who had a straight face every day. Charlie's birthday was 72 Year 7, this year is already the seventh grade, is the Seeker of Gryffindor, and is also the seventh grade boy prefect of Gryffindor.

The relationship between the two is not bad, but Charlie wanted to teach Iger to play Quidditch. Iger said that he prefers to ride Buckbeak rather than broom.

A group of little lions surrounded Iger in a lively manner. In comparison, the long table in Slytherin looked much bleak.

It can be said that the little snakes have a very complicated mentality towards Iger, that is, they are frightened by the strength of the other party, but they can't help but want to come forward to make friends...

After a long while, Snape walked into the auditorium with a sullen face and flung his big bat-like robe, and when passing behind Iger, he pressed Iger's little head mercilessly.

He can only do this. Iger is wearing an iron armor spell all day long, and all aggressive behaviors will be blocked by that annoying transparent cover.

"Professor..." A Slytherin prefect timidly looked at Snape as he walked by with a sullen face.

Snape waved his hand and his face was cold: "Slytherin deducted 20 points, he was not good at learning, and he was crushed by an eight-year-old child and couldn't lift his head. If I were you, I would have broken my wand and went home. went."

The students suddenly looked at Snape in surprise. This was the first time in such a long time that Snape deducted Slytherin's points. People looked at Iger with more surprise.

Iger smacking his lips helplessly, looking at Snape's gloomy old face, he knew that the old guy was going to give himself some **** homework again.

What is it this time? Silent casting, no wand casting, is it brainless casting tonight?

Iger thinks it is very possible that the big bat has always felt that his brain is not as big as a mung bean, maybe he really wants to try it.

There was the sound of chaotic eagle cries, and a large group of owls flapped their wings and flew into the auditorium from the skylight. Iger laughed, because he heard Lack's weird laughter.

Lack flapped his wings and landed in front of Iger, with a long large package hooked on his claws.

With some doubts, he opened the letter on the package, and a few lines of words came into view.

Find a place with no one to open your package.

Inside is your new broom.

For the real Gryffindor.

I know yours was given to Miss Smith.

Don't let others see it, lest they all want it.

—Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Iger raised his head, and a smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's serious face in the teacher's chair.

Iger felt that he was invincible. First, he got one from Dumbledore, but he never thought that Professor McGonagall would also give him one.

Iger was a little happy when he stuffed the package into the seamless stretch bag.

I love this place to death.

Iger thought, turned and left the auditorium.

Ten minutes later, in Hagrid's hut, Iger and Hagrid eagerly opened the package.

A brand new Nimbus 2001 appeared in front of the two of them.

"I knew it! I knew Iger!" Hagrid patted Iger's shoulder with a big hand: "Professor McGonagall is a good person. She has always been kind to her students. This broom is very expensive."

"How expensive is it?" Iger turned to look at Hagrid.

Hagrid lowered his head: "I remember that the Nimbus 2000 is three hundred Galleons, and the upgraded version of the Nimbus 2001 is three hundred and five, which is a lot more expensive. Professor McGonagall's salary is only more than eighty Galleons a month." ①

"So don't I owe a lot of favor? Is it too expensive as a gift?" Iger's mouth was flat.

"It can be seen that you must go to Gryffindor." Hagrid nodded in agreement: "But don't worry too much. Although the salaries of the professors in the school are not very high, they all have other sources of income."

"Other income?" Iger was a little curious.

"Yes." Hagrid smiled: "I heard that Snape had dealings with many potions dealers. Professor Sprout would sell some extra useless plants or fertilizers. Professor Flitwick was a member of the dueling club. A class taught at the time also cost a lot of money. Professor McGonagall sometimes wrote some papers on Transfiguration, or taught wizards who wanted to learn Animagos. You must know that not all young wizards will choose to come to Huo Gwarts goes to school, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Some families have children who are taught at home, and a class like that costs a lot of money, so don’t worry.”

"How much more can I earn in that way?" Iger was still a little embarrassed.

"A lot, the salaries of the teachers at Hogwarts are never what you see." Hagrid looked at Iger and nodded: "It's just that the potions that Snape brewed are of the type that are hard to find in the market. "

Iger was stunned. So, Snape is actually an invisible billionaire?

How does this work? How can I leave such a rich man without licking him?

Only then did Iger understand Dumbledore's deep meaning, why he asked Snape to provide all the potions Iger needed.

This is how to let Snape support himself!

Madman Deng is really a good man!

"Like Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration, how many people spend dozens of Galleons just to listen to her class, she has taught all the students in recent decades, and her classes are not as cheap as you think, no matter what. Transfiguration or some other spell." Hagrid said, "Even Mrs. Hooch, who only teaches first-year flying lessons, is a referee consultant for international Quidditch matches."

Only then did Iger realize a problem. Although the teaching level of Hogwarts is not very good, none of these teachers are simple.

Especially Hogwarts, it is even more difficult, not to mention the annual funding of the school board and graduates, just guarding a forbidden forest is enough for Hogwarts to stand...

"Where's Professor Trelawney?" Iger asked, looking at Hagrid.

"Then I don't know." Hagrid shook his head: "I heard that she has the blood of a prophet, but I haven't seen it before. The students who went out of the school obviously thought she was a little crazy."

Iger was a little speechless, it was really miserable...