Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and Iger appeared at the top of the tower tower with the golden staff, looking at the sky in the distance.

"Come down, Iger, be careful of thunder!" Ron shouted in a hurry, and then fell to the ground with his mouth covered.

"Can you expect me to order it..." Iger twitched the corners of his mouth, sniffing his nose and feeling the wind direction around him.

"What is he doing?" Yao Minqi turned her head in confusion and looked at Dumbledore beside her.

"Maybe... he wanted to poke a hole in the sky?" Dumbledore suddenly felt very tired when he saw Iger's figure.

As soon as the voice fell, at the top of the tower in the distance, Iger raised his staff high.

"Thunderbolt explosion..."

boom…

A dazzling red beam of light mixed with a whistling sonic boom rushed towards the high-altitude clouds, and then people seemed to hear the sound of blisters bursting.

The wisps of rain that had originally disappeared suddenly disappeared without a trace after the spell, and the bright and bright sunlight shone on Iger through the big hole.

"Merlin's beard, is this a magic spell?" Jordan stared at the sky above his head in astonishment.

"Foul, foul!" In the Hufflepuff auditorium, a group of little badgers shouted angrily at Iger.

On the field, Mrs. Hooch made a gesture to continue the game, and there was a sigh of disappointment in the Hufflepuff auditorium.

"First, Mr Morrissey is not a player. Second, there is no rule that the weather cannot interfere with the game. Third, no Quidditch match is played depending on the weather." Mrs Hooch's wand comparison In his voice: "In summary, the game continues!"

Cedric's face was very bad. He originally thought that he could quickly close the score between the two sides when it was raining, but unexpectedly, Iger's curse broke all plans.

"Looks like Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are back on edge again, heck, Hufflepuff is using that rogue tactics again, what is Cedric doing? Look, he's blocking Harry right there. In front of him, good, Harry made a fake to sway him past, great, Cedric looked like he wanted to chase, but his speed seemed so futile at Firebolt's unreasonable acceleration levels ."

"Speaking of the acceleration of the Firebolt, everyone should know that the Firebolt can accelerate to one hundred and fifty miles in just ten seconds..."

"Jordan, did Firebolt pay you to advertise? Hurry up and explain the game!" Professor McGonagall exploded...

"Okay professor, look, what is Harry doing? He's found the Snitch." Jordan exclaimed excitedly.

People's eyes turned to Harry. Harry was doing a dive, rushing towards the other end of the field, and Cedric followed closely, not far behind Harry.

The two of them were about to hit the ground, and Cedric also saw the golden light and shadow.

Harry raised the broom sharply with both hands, and the Firebolt under him suddenly came across, stopped the car in time, and chased after the Golden Snitch flying close to the ground.

"Caught! Gryffindor adds 150 points, the game is over!" Jordan shouted excitedly.

Iger saw Harry excitedly raising the Golden Snitch in his hands in the field. Not far away, Cedric looked a little annoyed.

"It's just taking advantage of the broom..." In the Hufflepuff auditorium, a group of little badgers drifted away.

"Yeah, Cedric's Nimbus 1500 is really good..." Iger's cheerful voice sounded in the ears of the little badgers: "After all, it took half an hour to lose the game this time, and it was only five minutes last time. "

Cedric shook his head helplessly and laughed, and Iger's teasing made him wonder whether to laugh or cry.

In fact, at the beginning of this game, he never thought that he could win, and all he did was to make the loss not so ugly...

Seven Firebolts, if they hadn't used this rogue style of play, they would have lost completely...

For the rest of the day, the Gryffindor Tower had a lively party, and even Professor McGonagall happily parted her hair and joined the students. She even drank two glasses of fire whisky. .

"I'm going to announce good news!" Harry shouted excitedly, looking around with a cocktail in hand: "Just after the game ended, I received an invitation--"

The students in Gryffindor Tower held their breaths, watching Harry excitedly.

"Invitation from the Charlie Cannons, they invited me to join their team after graduation." Harry grinned.

"You agree?" Fred asked excitedly.

"I have no reason to say no, do I?" Harry smiled even happier.

The cheers sounded again, and the tower was noisy again. Professor McGonagall's flushed face was smiling, and Sirius and Sirius were sitting on soft chairs drinking wine.

"Hi, Iger." Ron rushed to Iger's side and wrapped his arms around his shoulders with a frenzied expression: "You know, Victor Krum will come to find Harry and Sirius this Christmas, you say What am I going to give him? God, I love watching him play!"

"emmm... how about a fire dragon?" Iger frowned, looking very disgusted.

The least Iger can guarantee is that if Krum thinks anything of Hermione, Bulgaria will definitely lose a good Seeker.

Ron: "..."

"I think you should be nice and warm, Iger, that's the best Seeker in the world, and we should respect him!" Ron muttered.

"What's the matter, I'm still the only devil in the world..." Iger spread his hands: "Besides, I personally think that the best Seeker in the world should be Harry, even though his eyesight is not very good..."

Ron's expression looked terrible. He had just been teased by the twins and was slapped again by Iger. He felt that his idol was insulted.

"Don't you like the Charlie Cannon team the most? Why don't you look forward to the most glorious moment with everyone?" Iger grinned.

The Charlie Cannons were the strongest team in England and Ireland 100 years ago. They have won the Quidditch League between the two countries 21 times. Unfortunately, they have never won since the 19th century. .

Once their slogan was: we will conquer all.

Later, as the decline became more and more, the slogan gradually became: Let us all cross our fingers and look forward to the most glorious moment...

Look, how realistic.

Fortunately, unlike a certain foot, the Charlie Artillery Team has at least been brilliant. In fact, their strength is not weak so far, but their luck is relatively poor.

Iger ignored Ron and teased Hermione who was reading the book seriously beside him.

"I really don't know what he was thinking..." Hermione frowned as she watched Ron leave.

"What's wrong?" Iger was a little puzzled.

"Those with strength are qualified to talk about respect..." Hermione looked a little angry: "And he actually asked you to respect that Krum, please, you are one of the strongest wizards in Europe, respect should also be against Come here, right?"

Iger looked dazed, and Hermione looked as if the little girl's favorite rag doll had been ignored by others.

Are women really vain? Iger's mouth twitched.

"You should show them something to look at." Hermione looked a little annoyed. "Although I don't like that very much, I hate the feeling of others ignoring you more than that."

"You think too much, Ron is just too fanatical." Iger laughed: "Please, who dares to ignore me... Of course, the French Ministry of Magic does that, but that's because I'm too strong..."

"But what he said made me very uncomfortable." Hermione muttered, frowning.

Iger smiled, he could understand the little girl's mentality.

In Hermione's eyes, Iger was the best.

Because in terms of strength, Iger is incomparable to Hermione anyway.

As for other people wanting Hermione to have such an inability to catch up, it was impossible.

"Or... I'll kill him?" Iger felt that he suddenly had a good reason.

"NO!" Hermione shook her head: "Of course you can't do this, it's not right, Iger."

"I'm Gryffindor..." Iger smiled.

"Gryffindor challenges stereotypes for the right thing, but that's not the right thing to do." Hermione looked serious.

"What if the other party provokes me?" Iger muttered.

"Then beat him." Hermione lifted her chin.

"What if he chases you?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

"Then you should beat him hard, I'm your girlfriend." Hermione looked serious.

"It's good, it's enough to have your words." Iger suddenly wasn't worried at all.

...

It was another Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Unlike usual, today's Defense class included a group of young wizards from the East, as well as Yao Minqi, who was sitting behind a desk listening to the class.

When the students were bustling in from outside the classroom, Yao Minqi's eyes stayed on Iger and Harry for a moment.

She has experienced Iger's powerful spell, but it's not too rare. In fact, she has seen things more exaggerated than that, such as when someone transforms.

Looking at Harry, Yao Minqi couldn't help but be amazed at Harry's broom handling ability in previous games.

There is no suitable soil for the development of Quidditch in China. Traditional wizards prefer swordsmanship. Young wizards are not allowed by the domestic environment. Except for private territories, other places are no-fly zones, so A young boy like Harry who was so adept at Quidditch was worthy of Yao Minqi's attention.

Little Sirius looked at the students below with a smile on his face, glanced at Yao Minqi behind the desk, and then laughed happily.

"Guess what's our lesson today?"

"Glindillo?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"That's not right." Sirius shook his head, and dashed his messy long hair dashingly.

"As long as it's not a dementor, I think anything will do," Neville muttered softly.

"Awesome, you guessed it right!" Sirius laughed, and Neville's face instantly turned pale.

"Iger told me that only a few of the third-year students have mastered the Patronus Charm, not many..." Sirius paused, then turned to look at Yao Minqi: "It just so happens that Miss Yao wants to know our side. Unique black magic creatures, so I think Dementors should be the best choice."

"All over Europe, and even the whole world, dementors are just a black magic species unique to us in the UK. We don't know if they can be called creatures, but what is certain is that this kind of thing has its own Thinking and living habits, dangerous and evil..." Sirius frowned in disgust, then looked at Iger and nodded, Iger stepped forward and took out a dementor from his arms.

As soon as the Dementor came out, it immediately floated beside Iger obediently, with two **** claws stirring uneasy in front of him, as if he was afraid of life. The temperament of Xiaojiabiyu…

"That's what you said... er... Dementor?" Yao Minqi looked at Sirius suspiciously, and then took a look at the Dementor: "It seems to be very weak..."

Sirius glanced at Iger expressionlessly: "Damn, what did you do to it? Why don't you go out first..."

Iger: "..."

Blame me?

"This one...is a Dementor that I tamed..." Iger twitched the corners of his mouth awkwardly.

A group of students shrugged and moved their chairs back, and the creaking sound of moving tables and chairs resounded throughout the room, not knowing whether they were hiding from Dementors or Iger.

The students in the east looked blankly at the Hogwarts students behind.

You Mengyu glanced at the Dementor, then pouted her lips slightly in disgust, and moved to the back.

"Show your abilities." Iger turned his head to look at the Dementor and said.

Thank goodness, perhaps because I have been with Iger for a long time, this dementor can already understand human words, and it doesn't seem to be particularly stupid.

Carefully twisting his head in Iger's direction, the Dementor took a small sip in the air, and then looked at Iger tentatively.

With just a sip, the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees in an instant, and a feeling of icy despair filled everyone's heart. Yao Minqi sat up, squinted her eyes and looked at the Dementor, her expression a little serious.

"What is this?" Yao Minqi looked at Iger.

"There is a legend that they are the creation of the devil, collecting souls for the devils..." Iger turned his head and looked at the dementors: "Although I don't know the truth of the legend, what is certain is that this is definitely not the original earth creature. "

As soon as Iger's voice fell, a group of young wizards from the East also moved back ~www.wuxiahere.com~ looking at the Dementor with pale faces.

"They will **** people's happiness to brew despair. If people don't resist, he will lift the mask and **** people's souls." Iger said, grabbed the dementor's head and lifted the dementor's mask. , the class suddenly sounded the sound of air-conditioning.

It seems that the appearance under the dementor's mask is still too exciting for the little wizards.

Some Hogwarts students who know them are fine, but according to the traditional concept of the little wizards in the East, it is simply unforgivable to eat souls. This kind of monster that makes people unable to live forever is simply too scary.

"What happens to the person who gets sucked in?" Yao Minqi frowned.

"I won't die, but there is no memory, emotion, soul, only a body..." Iger spread his hands.

"Has anyone been sucked?" Yao Minqi asked.

"It was there before, but I haven't seen it before. I was thinking of doing an experiment with Peter Pettigrew..." Iger muttered.