Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

After Christmas, Iger never asked any more questions about the Final Four.

He has been busy with one thing recently.

Christmas is over, but some people don't miss Christmas.

For example, international friends from their hometown in the East, they are celebrating the Spring Festival...

"What is this?"

In the kitchen, Hermione looked suspiciously at the unknown object Yao Minqi had made.

"It's called dumplings." Yao Minqi proudly folded her arms, and behind him, Sirius had a flour-faced, dog-legged smile.

Iger pouted: "Dumpling? It's clearly a bun, ah ah ah! The waist is about to break!"

Yao Minqi sneered and threw Iger aside like a dead fish, "I said dumplings are dumplings!"

"deideidei, you said dei!" Iger nodded hastily, and stood up with his weak waist: "Although this dumpling is a bit big..."

click...

"Grass, is it broken? It must be broken, right?" Iger's tears were about to burst out.

"Illusion." Yao Minqi let go of Iger's legs indifferently.

"You fart, I heard the sound!" Iger's anger rose.

Yao Minqi was furious: "You just farted! What did you hear?"

"So... did you hear her fart?" Not far away, You Mengyu wiped the flour on her face and glanced at Iger expressionlessly.

Iger smiled: "Silent farts are the most deadly..."

click...

"It's twenty-nine today, and it's New Year's Eve tomorrow. I must let the students I bring here have an authentic hometown New Year!" Yao Minqi firmly clenched her fists.

I feel like a star...

Iger looked at the dumplings made by Yao Minqi with a look of sympathy.

This stuff shouldn't kill anyone...

To be fair, compared to the dumplings that Hermione made, Yao Minqi's bags looked pretty good.

But there is a saying in this world, called relative...

only relatively speaking...

"Obviously every year, we make dumplings for the students, am I bad at making dumplings?" Yao Minqi looked at the dissimilarities she made.

"I suggest letting the house-elves come." Iger spread his hands.

"Fuck slavery, stay away from me." Yao Minqi snorted.

"Actually, I strongly disapprove of the slave system of house-elves." Sirius muttered behind Yao Minqi, "Look in another person's shoes, none of us want to be slaves of others, do we?"

I bother! You shameless bastard!

How did you treat old Kreacher? forget?

If it weren't for Lao Tzu, you would have died at the hands of your own house-elves sooner or later!

Iger looked at Sirius with contempt, and Sirius stood behind Yao Minqi without blushing or panting.

We still have to be clear about our political stance, don't we?

"Oh, thank goodness you're all there."

The door rang, and Hagrid hurried into the kitchen: "I heard Hermione say before that the little wizards in the East also have a unique festival, saying that they are going to make something similar to a pie, I am thinking of you I might have to help, haha, I came here before I even had time to feed Lu Wei's dinner, are you happy?"

Iger: "..."

Not happy, really, not happy at all...

Harry and Ron, who were struggling to wrap their dumplings, turned their heads and gave Hermione a blank look.

Is it bad to live?

Making dumplings is so annoying, okay?

Hermione lowered her head in shame, then glanced at Iger apologetically, and silently said, "I didn't ask him to help."

"Yeah, but Hagrid has always been so enthusiastic." Iger nodded with emotion: "It doesn't matter, I think some people are more used to his cooking skills."

"Who?" Hermione looked curious.

"Dumbledore..." Iger curled his lips: "He said that he believed in Hagrid and could even entrust his life to Hagrid. Now is the time to test the truth of his words..."

Hermione: "..."

What you said...is that the same thing?

"No need for Hagrid..." Harry waved his hand quickly: "This work is too delicate, your fingers may not be suitable."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I can pack a bigger one." Hagrid patted his chest firmly.

Ron shrugged. "Double the damage..."

Iger clapped his hands: "We can do this!"

Saying that, the dumpling skin on the table automatically flew up, and the spoon dug up a spoonful of meat filling and wrapped it in, and a dumpling was formed.

Yao Minqi snorted, "Dumplings are delicious only when they are made by hand!"

Iger glanced at Yao Minqi's appearance: "Are you... sure?"

click...

"what!!!"

...

Early the next morning, Iger grinned and rubbed his sore waist and came to the auditorium. Today, the auditorium was dressed in a completely different style from the usual mysterious old castle.

A small red lantern floated high above the auditorium, and the weather above the auditorium was clear.

The twins are attracting the attention of a group of people. Fireworks are crackling, and small fiery red firecrackers are crackling in the auditorium, but Professor McGonagall on the teacher's seat seems to have not seen it. The older cat girl is wearing a red robe. He was happily talking to Yao Minqi beside him.

It seems that the whole school is celebrating an exotic festival for the first time, and a lot of catgirls are too lazy to care about the twins.

"Iger, Happy New Year." Harry clenched his fists and looked at Iger with a smile in blunt Chinese.

"Xinlian good..." Ron seemed to have a big tongue

Iger watched cheerfully as the two cupped their hands: "Happy New Year and Happy New Year."

"How do you speak Chinese so well?" Harry looked at Iger enviously.

"Don't forget, I spent a month in China before." Iger grinned and muttered quietly in his heart.

And twenty years of my last life...

"Is Chinese so simple? Can you learn it well in a month?" Harry looked at You Mengyu curiously.

Youmengyu turned her head expressionlessly.

Ha ha…

a month?

Learning Pinyin is enough...

If you want to learn to speak the red carp, the green carp and the donkey, or the eight hundred pacesetters running to the north slope, or the dialect that is a little bit more out of the way... If you dial the language of Gaikama's teeth and bald skin, it is estimated that you have to do it. A Chinese green card student has spent half his life...

Today's breakfast has changed from the old style of grilling sausages with eggs, milk, and rice porridge with wontons, buns, and rice. A group of students burped.

The recipe for breakfast was Iger's recipe for the elves. Iger wasn't sure whether the students would like these foods, but it seemed that they were delicious.

At least Crabbe and Goyle were like that, the two big fat men were rushing to swallow each bun.

Iger even suspects that even if you add some **** to the buns, these two guys will eat it without saying a word...

Even gotta grab...

But Iger always thought that Goyle was pretty good, and that Crabbe was really mentally retarded.

Although he has always been by Malfoy's side like a second fool, he really went to the killer at the critical moment.

Not to mention anything else, the Arvada in the original book against Hermione and the reckless fire released made Iger silently sentence him to death in his heart.

It doesn't have to be killed, but if something goes wrong, he'll definitely be the first to be killed...

Just so unreasonable.

The world is like this, the weak are not qualified to reason...

Only the strong can speak the truth, and the big fist is the last word.

For those who are high and high, they can always find a way to justify themselves. Iger doesn't like the style of big men, but that doesn't mean he won't use...

The sound of snoring sounded in his ears, and Iger turned his head to look at Ron, only to find that there was a man beside him who could match Crabbe and Goyle's appetite.

Ron's stature has grown very fast recently, and his appetite has become extraordinarily large. Those who know him understand that he is a teenager, but those who don't know think that the troll bloodline is about to awaken.

"How does breakfast taste?" Iger looked at Ron curiously.

"En, it's delicious." Ron nodded hastily, and ate another minced bun.

Iger nodded: "Just be happy."

"Hey guys, do you want to set off some firecrackers? We found that this thing is no worse than fireworks." Fred Xing hurried over with a bunch of firecrackers.

"I'll come, I'll come." Ron was confused, blinded, and grabbed a face of firecrackers.

Seeing Ron grabbing the firecrackers, the twins' eyes suddenly flashed with light.

Although the two were trying their best to cover up, the excitement was still captured by Iger very keenly.

Quietly propping up a transparent shield that was difficult to see with the naked eye, Iger looked at Ron expressionlessly.

"Is it enough to light a fire and throw it out?" Ron asked, looking at the twins.

"Ah, that's right, you can also put it in one place and set it on fire and run away." George said quickly.

Harry frowned slightly when he looked at the firecracker in Ron's hand. Although the things the twins took out were interesting every time, it seemed that they were the two who suffered every time. He wanted to remind Ron, but looked at him. There seems to be nothing wrong with the firecrackers. The twins just put them in red.

The only difference may be that the Chinese characters above are a bit different.

But it shouldn't be a problem, the firecrackers have a long gunpowder twist and look very safe.

Harry didn't notice, Youmeng Yu silently moved away a long distance.

"Look at me." Ronxing hurriedly put the firecrackers aside, took out his wand, and the flame at the tip of the wand was spitting slightly.

Harry covered his ears, stepped back slightly, and Iger narrowed his eyes slightly.

Hermione hid her head behind the book. The little girl didn't like firecrackers as much as fireworks, and she was even a little scared.

Wei Wei reached out and probed forward, Ron made up his mind, and he backed away the moment he lit.

The young man is not stupid, he knows that the twins' things are not so good.

Under the eyes of everyone, the beating flame of Ron's staff touched the gunpowder stick of the firecracker.

In an instant, boom!

The long lead didn't seem to be of much use. The moment the flames touched the lead, a loud bang resounded throughout the auditorium, and a black smoke drifted from Ron's side.

Ron blinked blankly, then turned to look at Iger and the others: "What happened just now?"

"puff!!!"

Iger suddenly spit out a meter away, then hugged his stomach and laughed frantically.

At this time, Ron in front of him was completely black, with only one pair of eyes and one tooth in front of him, and the rest was completely black than Lee Jordan.

Jordan was still brown and black, but Ron was like a briquettes at this time.

The same is true for Harry on the side, it is useless to avoid it, the dark black seems to be printed on his body.

The sound of laughter sounded instantly Ron looked at his dark body blankly, and then screamed out loudly~www.wuxiahere.com~What is this? What's this? "Ron looked at himself jumping feet: "Why so dark?" Why did it explode? Isn't the lead very long? what's the problem? "

No one answered him, everyone hugged their stomachs and laughed, even Professor McGonagall in the teacher's chair looked at Ron and Harry with a smile on his face.

Dumbledore looked at Ron and nodded slightly cheerfully.

Ron blinked and looked at Iger helplessly and smiled.

The neat teeth were once again highlighted by the dark face, and Iger couldn't hold back, and laughed again with a puff.

Ron wiped his face hastily, but found that he couldn't wipe it off. He had no choice but to drag Harry and the two out of the auditorium together. It seemed that he was going to the bathroom...

Twenty minutes later, Ron's roar resounded throughout the floor.

"Why can't I wash it off!"