Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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Hermione vaguely remembered that it was when she was eight years old. "Dad, he's the wizard boy from the other day!" Hermione muttered softly behind Chris, with a hint of excitement on her face.

"Yeah, that's right." Chris touched Hermione's head with a smile.

"Can I learn magic with him?" Hermione looked curiously at Iger, who was looking around with a little nose.

"I think... He shouldn't mind." Chris looked at Iger's movements and smiled softly, but his smile was a little stiff.

...

After dinner, Iger still curled his delicate nose on the sofa, sitting upright in shock from time to time.

In the kitchen, the Chriss watched Iger's movements and said something in a low voice. Hermione moved curiously beside Iger: "What are you doing?"

"I was thinking, where is the barbecue..." Iger looked around in confusion.

"Barbecue?" Hermione was stunned, looking a little puzzled.

"Yeah...it's weird...where is it?" Iger scratched his hair and looked puzzled: "It's strange, I used to smell the barbecue in the nun's room... Lamb skewers, have you ever eaten it?"

Hermione shook her head in confusion...

In the distance, Chris came over, looked at Iger and smiled: "Iger, let me take you to your room, Jane knows that you have already packed it up for you."

"Oh, thank you Chris." Egger followed Chris upstairs.

As soon as the two of them went upstairs, Hermione saw her mother put on her clothes and rushed out of the door...

"Where are you going, Mom?" Hermione hurried after her in her little fluffy pajamas.

"Mom has something to do, come back soon." Jane patted Hermione's head with a smile, then walked away quickly.

"Uh... oh..." Hermione looked at the figure of Mrs. Granger's departure with a dazed look.

Early the next morning, Iger got up in his pajamas and walked to the restaurant slowly, wrinkling his nose in confusion.

"What are you smelling?" Hermione sat at the dining table in her bear pajamas, looking at Iger curiously.

"Strange... What about the smell of mutton skewers?" Iger was puzzled.

"What?" Hermione looked puzzled, while Chris looked a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, it's nothing, I thought there was a barbecue shop nearby..." Iger muttered.

Hermione had always thought something was wrong with Iger's nose, and she had always thought so - until she was eleven.

"Great, Mom, I got an acceptance letter from Hogwarts!" Hermione shouted, bouncing around Mrs. Granger.

In order to celebrate the entrance, Iger went shopping at Diagon Alley, and Hermione was not worried that Iger would see this crazy girl attitude.

"Okay dear, you've been excited for more than half an hour, your nose is sweating, go take a shower, and we'll eat when Iger comes back." Mrs Granger fondled Hermione's little head. , said softly.

Hermione nodded, and got into the bathroom excitedly.

The rushing hot water washed the little girl's still immature body. The little girl held her chest in discouragement, thinking of Aisha's **** red dress in her mind.

In the bathroom, Hermione raised her little chin and folded her messy hair, as if imagining what she would look like when she grew up.

Suddenly, a strange smell got into the little girl's nose, and Hermione's body suddenly froze.

Although I hadn't smelled this smell for a long time, Hermione vaguely remembered that she had smelled it before...

Where did it come from?

The little girl who hadn't asked about this strange smell for a long time frowned in disgust. Her little nose followed the smell for a long time. Finally, Hermione looked at her armpit, her face gradually ugly.

"Mom!" The little girl screamed, and Hermione stuck her head out of the bathroom and called out to Mrs Granger like crazy.

"What's wrong, dear?" Mrs. Granger hurriedly put down the pot in her hand, and Kaka on the side lit up and took over Mrs. Granger's work.

"I... woo..." Hermione looked at Mrs. Granger with a bitter face, covered with a bath towel and shivered behind the door: "I have a strange smell..."

Mrs. Granger was stunned, then walked into the bathroom and closed the door. A few seconds later, Mrs. Granger's magical laughter resounded throughout the second floor.

For a long time, seeing Hermione's face getting darker and darker, Mrs. Granger stopped her laughter: "Okay, dear, don't worry, it's just sweat, take a bath every day, and then wipe this, It doesn't matter."

With that said, Mrs. Granger took out a small bottle from a cupboard.

"But is there no way to get rid of the smell?" Hermione looked at Mrs. Granger pitifully: "Am I going to be like this every day?"

"No way, baby..." Mrs. Granger fondly patted Hermione's little head: "Eighty percent of white people have this problem..."

"What about Iger? Does Iger have one?" Hermione looked at Madam Granger eagerly.

"I often clean his house, so he should be..." Mrs. Granger paused: "The other twenty percent..."

For a split second, a flash of thunder seemed to pass through Hermione's world, and she felt like she was going to be petrified...

That weird, stinky smell...

I have, Iger doesn't...

Omg!

Hermione felt like her face was about to burn off.

Nima, why?

Why do I have this disgusting smell on a girl? !

"It doesn't matter, it's very common for children, as long as you always put on antiperspirant." Mrs. Granger rubbed Hermione's head dotingly: "Okay, I have to cook, you need to clean up quickly. Come out and eat."

The door closed, and Mrs. Granger's footsteps gradually faded away.

Hermione hadn't recovered from this kind of thunderbolt for a while, just stared blankly at the delicate face in the bathroom mirror.

absolute!

Absolutely absolutely!

I can't let Iger know!

At this moment, the little girl was ready to let Iger never know what sweat stinks!

Even if he breaks the bridge of his nose!

During dinner, Iger began to sniff curiously again: "Hey, strange, the mutton skewer smell from there?"

Why does your nose work so well? !

Hermione blushed and was about to faint, but fortunately Iger didn't seem to care, just went back to the room after dinner.

Phew... Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and the next second, her eyes were on a bottle of air freshener in the living room...

Chris noticed something was wrong with Hermione, and quickly stood up and opened his mouth: "Wait, Hermione, you want to..."

laugh! ! ! !

A lemon-flavored spray was sprayed into Chris's mouth.

Chris, pawn!

Looking at Chris who was foaming at the mouth and fell on the floor, Mrs. Granger picked up her husband's 'corpse' and rushed out the door...

"Doctor? Is there a doctor? Aisha, that's great, please save Chris!"

Mrs Granger's voice came from afar...

In the spacious living room, Hermione's small face was covered by tousled hair, and there seemed to be two red lights flashing under her hair...

In the empty living room, the sound of chi chi chi continued, and the lemon-flavored air freshener filled the room.

...

"Finally enrolled, it's great." By the Black Lake, Hermione looked at the boy beside her with a smile on her face.

"How do you feel?" Iger asked with a smile.

"It's amazing..." Hermione looked at Iger's face illuminated by the bright sunlight, and murmured in a trance, "It's also very dazzling..."

"Haha, Hogwarts is very interesting, right?" Iger said with a smile, like a kitten lazily basking in the sun.

"By the way, Iger." Hermione said suddenly, stirring the ends of her hair with her fingers uneasily: "Do you care about Pedro and the sisters? The boys say they are the most beautiful girls of their age... Do you like it? Indian girl?"

"No..." Iger was stunned: "Have I always looked at them?"

"In class, sometimes... Parvati always thought you had a crush on her and was thinking of confessing to you." Hermione tried her best to sound casual, but she was concerned.

"Oh, yes, it's very intimate..." Iger nodded: "They always smell of curry~www.wuxiahere.com~ and a little emmm...mutton skewers!"

Hermione's face went black.

God **** lamb kebabs!

At night, in the Gryffindor girls' bathroom, a shrill voice sounded, Parvati hugged her chest in horror, and looked at Hermione, who was dripping with water: "You... what are you doing? I warn you Don't mess around... I didn't treat Iger... ah~"

Another Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, which was full of garlic, ginger, curry, and spices, Iger looked at Parvati, who was aggrieved.

"What's wrong, Iger?" Hermione asked casually.

"It's weird..." Iger frowned: "The smell of mutton skewers...no more..."

Hermione lowered her head slightly, red light flashing in her eyes...

That would be awesome!