Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I heard you sang the school song with the funeral march?"

"And cleaned up those Slytherins?"

"Nice job!" The two said in unison.

"Iger, you have to be careful. They are my younger brothers and they always break the school rules. If you can, you must help me manage them." Percy looked at Iger and said with a slightly exaggerated tone.

"Percy is a prefect!" Fred looked at the badge on Percy's chest in surprise, his expression exaggerated.

"It's only a fool to be a prefect." George laughed.

Iger looked at the two brothers singing together and laughed: "Do you want to sing together?"

"I can't ask for it!"

"Salute to you!"

"Fool Percy always thinks everyone will be like him."

"Stupid yourself emphasizing yourself—"

"It's a prefect!"

Looking at the two of them singing together, Iger leaned forward and back together.

"Gryffindor is going to rise this year, and we have Iger."

"And Harry!"

"Long live!" They said in unison again.

Ron frowned and looked at the two of them: "What about me?"

"Oh, I almost forgot I have a younger brother..." Fred said in surprise.

"What a coincidence? Me too..." George rubbed Ron's head.

"The two of them are so annoying..." Ron looked at his two brothers angrily...

"I don't want Iger to get too close to them." Hermione looked at the two with some disgust: "I don't want Iger to become like them."

Wood came over at some point, and beeped beside Hermione: "Actually, you may not know that Iger was more extreme than them at the time. God, I just remembered... Fortunately, he wasn't a student at the time..."

A group of people were chattering and whispering. With the final sound of the Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall took away the bench and the Sorting Hat. Dumbledore stood up, looked at the students with a smile on his face, and stretched his arms slightly. There seems to be nothing more gratifying than having students together.

Iger knew that the old man was really **** happy...

"Welcome..." Dumbledore glanced at him: "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, that is..."

"Idiot! Cry! Scum! Screw!" Iger and Dumbledore said in unison, "Thank you, everyone!"

Looking at the students who were looking around in amazement, Iger shrugged.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded to Iger: "I always knew that we both have a common language."

Looking at Iger, Hermione was a little worried, wouldn't Iger really turn into that crazy old man? Looks like Elsa does have a vision...

Harry looked at Iger hesitantly: "What is this... a strange code?"

"You know, that old man has always been a little crazy." Iger nodded, and Harry lowered his head embarrassedly, as if his own thoughts had been pierced...

Before Harry could think too much, the plate in front of him was instantly filled with all kinds of food.

"It's hot pot!" Wood looked at Iger in surprise: "It seems that the group of house elves know that Iger is back."

"House-elves? Hogwarts also has house-elves?" Hermione looked at Wood angrily.

"It's always been there, but I don't know where they are, but Iger does. He never let us disturb them." Wood nodded.

"We know that too!"

"We have eaten too!"

"It tastes great!"

"It feels great!"

The Weasley brothers came over and said with a smile.

"You know you didn't take me!" Wood frowned and looked at the two of them.

"You didn't ask us either."

"We dare not say it."

The Weasley brothers were arguing with Wood. Hermione sat on the chair a little sullenly, eating with no heart. Fortunately, because of Kaka, the little girl was much more able to accept this kind of thing. Iger felt that This is all due to the Granger couple. The Granger couple told Hermione more than once not to be too serious, but to try to change slowly, otherwise, Iger felt that Hermione would definitely not even eat dinner.

"Iger..." Harry leaned over to Iger's side: "I have something I want to tell you..."

"Does the scar hurt?" Iger said, holding a lamb chop in his hand.

Harry looked at Iger in surprise: "How did you know?"

"I know a lot more, Harry, I'll tell you all when the time is right." Iger nodded: "Severus has something to do with you, but he won't hurt you, no one in this world can It might kill you, even Professor Dumbledore, but Snape doesn't, even though he really hates you, did you see him looking at you? It's like looking at a piece of shit... "

Harry was a little dazed. Seeing the piles of food in front of him suddenly lost his appetite, what did he say, he was suddenly involved in shit?

The question is why do you still eat it with relish?

Ron and the others at the side were discussing with Nick why he almost lost his head. Iger grabbed Hermione to block her eyes, and then the little girl heard nausea and retching all around.

"What happened?" Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

"I don't know... I only know that I can't eat it anymore..." Harry was obviously shocked by the picture just now to his young mind.

After a while, the main meal on the table disappeared, and dessert appeared on the table.

"Why is your Iger different from ours?" Hermione asked in surprise, looking at the iced lemon juice and some sweet and sour candies in front of Iger.

"Because I have a good relationship with them." Iger shrugged.

"Iger is right."

"We are not treated like this..."

Fred and George looked at Iger sadly: "How did you do it? Exclusive dinner..."

"If you treat them well, they will treat you well. The feelings are mutual." Iger gestured with his fingers crossed.

The twins looked at each other, feeling a little inexplicable. Iger felt that pure-blood families really couldn't understand what it felt like to be nice to house-elves, even the Weasleys...

"I'm half and half." A little boy said, Iger remembered his name was Seamus?

"My father is a Muggle. After my mother got married, she told him that she was a wizard, but he was very frightened." The people around laughed suddenly.

Harry shrugged sadly: "I think my parents are wizards, you said it, Iger."

"That's right, but your mother is a wizard from a Muggle family, and your father is a wizard from a pure-blood family, so you should be considered a half-blood." Iger nodded.

"Don't I have any other relatives?" Harry looked at Iger and asked eagerly. After all, although he doesn't hate the Dursleys so much now, it's hard to like them.

"I'm sorry, in fact, the Potter family was killed, and it wasn't just your parents Harry who died that night," Iger said.

This was also a question he had at the beginning. He had read it in a book. Harry saw more than a dozen people in the Mirror of Erised, and later checked the Potter family.

The result is obvious, the dead can be clean...

"All right..." Iger looked at Harry and waved his hand: "At least better than me, I don't even know who my parents are..."

"I'm sorry, Iger." Harry looked a little depressed.

"Actually, I don't think those are important, Harry." Iger shook his head, looking at Harry with a scrutiny in his eyes: "We can't choose who our parents are, whether they are great or humble, whether they are Health or death, I think we can at least choose what kind of person we want to be. Life has nothing to do with other people. I think there are many more important people in my life. This is enough, there is nothing to be sad about ."

"Iger..." Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Iger, her little hand holding Iger's hand tightly.

In the distance, Snape watched Hermione take Iger's hand and squinted his eyes. He probably knew why Iger chose to go to Gryffindor, and then a feeling of embarrassment came to Hermione, as if Hermione Like robbing his son.

Gryffindor again...

Snape's eyes darkened, the curved fork in his hand rubbing against the table.

And that Potter's son...

Snape's face darkened even more...

After dinner was over, Dumbledore stood up and looked at the students below.

"Now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I would like to say a few more words to you and put forward some precautions."

Iger was lying on the table bored, listening to Dumbledore's speech on the stage. It was nothing more than those kinds. This year, there was a corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.

Iger knew that Dumbledore was training Harry. After all, it seemed from the book that Dumbledore had Snape staring at Quirrell a long time ago. The reason why Harry could find the location of the Philosopher's Stone was because of Deng. Bridor deliberately made him confront Voldemort.

But Iger doesn't care about that, he has his own ideas...

According to Iger's idea, the plot can collapse, but how to collapse must be decided by oneself!

A few minutes later, Dumbledore motioned for all the teachers and students to sing the school song, and each of them could choose a tune they liked.

When Iger saw the teachers on the teacher's bench, their faces instantly stiffened...

Finally, after Iger and the Weasley brothers sang the whole song with the funeral march sadly and deeply, Dumbledore completed the final summary for them with the wand in his hand. Dumbledore watched the three of them applaud warmly, But it seems that only his applause is the most enthusiastic...

"Music... It's more charming than anything we do here! It's bedtime, everyone, go back to the dormitory."

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A few minutes later, Iger's group of freshmen followed Percy to drive away Peeves and returned to the common room.

"Password." The fat lady looked at Iger and smiled.

"Dragon scum..." Percy opened his mouth to answer, then turned to look at Iger: "Actually, I wanted to change to a little egg before, but the other prefects didn't agree."

"I think it's better to be a dragon scum..." Iger smacked his lips.

A group of freshmen looked at the very warm-looking common room in amazement. Iger yawned, said goodnight to Hermione, and returned to the boys' dormitory.

"Why are you in a room by yourself?" Ron's envious voice came, Iger turned his head to look, Ron Harry's two small heads were stacked at the door and looked at himself.

"Because this was my previous room, it was vacated for me at the beginning, and there aren't that many people in the school anyway." Iger spread his hands: "It is estimated that the elves helped me clean up, it seems that there should be no one for the past two years. live."

"It's good..." Ron's eyes were a little envious, and Harry also felt that Iger's room was too extravagant.

Early the next morning, Iger lazily packed up, and it took him a long time to get to the Transfiguration teacher. As soon as he entered the room, he found that Professor McGonagall was reprimanding Harry and Ron. It seemed that they were late. ①

Iger laughed, and then suddenly remembered that he seems to be a student now...

"It seems that Mr. Morrisers is the one who needs to be turned into an alarm clock more than Potter and Weasley." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at Iger.

Hermione sat on the long table beside, watching Iger and sighing helplessly.

"Sorry, Professor, I ate too much last night, slept too soundly, and woke up a little late." Iger smacked his lips and said dryly.

It took a long time for Professor McGonagall to let Iger go, but Iger also helped the two divert firepower.

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked the students to turn a match into a needle. Hermione fiddled with it for a long time, and finally succeeded in turning a match into a needle. Looking at the classmates who had no other way, Hermione Some little proud raised their chin towards Iger, wanting some encouragement.

Iger silently pouted at her, and the little girl's face turned red.

"Very good transformation, five points for Gryffindor." Professor McGonagall nodded, watching with satisfaction the needle that Hermione conjured~www.wuxiahere.com~ Iger flicked his fingers, and the match in front of him changed. A needle becomes a stick, and a rope twists and turns again.

"Perfect staffless and silent casting, Gryffindor plus twenty points." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger and smiled: "It would be better if it could be more stable."

Iger grinned embarrassedly.

"How did he do it?" Ron looked at Iger's direction in surprise and asked Harry in a low voice, "I thought we would be able to learn the spell if we mastered it."

Harry nodded: "Iger just mastered the spell and learned it directly. All his spells are like this. I think he is a genius. He said that he just has too much magic power, and he was forced to hold it up..."

"It's so good to be silent..." Ron looked at the match in front of him bitterly, and it didn't work for a long time. He was thinking about whether he should sharpen the match, maybe he could get away with it?

Harry was a little anxious at first, but when he found out that until the end of get out of class, only Hermione and Iger succeeded in the class, he was not in a hurry...

"What is a silent person?" Harry remembered what Ron said just now: "I heard someone say before that Iger could live to be ten years old or something. You said it on the train that day, which has nothing to do with the silent person. Does it matter?"

"A silent person refers to a child who has a silent inner body. In the era of a hundred years ago, many Muggle-born children have been suppressing their magic power because of the persecution, causing the magic power to deteriorate more and more in the body to form silent and silent. It finally broke out. It is said that no one has ever lived silently until the age of ten, that is a mark." Ron whispered to Harry: "So Iger caused quite a stir after successfully surviving before, everyone Wondering how he survived."