Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I guessed that you would come to me."

After a long while, the old man in front of Iger leaned on the sofa and looked at them, Newt pointed to the Daily Prophet on the table: "Six blocks were blown up, no one was injured, obviously you can control him, the method is right If so, I think there should be no problem."

"Very good, I think Mr Morrissey will be a lot more at ease with your words." Dumbledore nodded and looked at Iger: "This is Newt Scamander, who has a deep understanding of silence. He should be able to help you in your situation.”

"Don't be like this, Dumbledore, in fact, I don't know much." Newt shook his head: "That thing is too powerful, it is best to control it, and it turns out that it is not something uncontrollable."

The elderly Newt looked a little honest, and Iger wondered if he was like that when he was young.

Immediately, Iger felt as if something was digging in his chest. Iger hurriedly pressed his chest and reached out to dig it out of his robe. Iger pulled out a small furry thing that looked like a platypus.

"Ah, this is our sniff cub. This little thing is very naughty. It always runs out when my son and the others aren't paying attention." Newt looked at Iger and laughed.

Iger looked at Sniffle with bright eyes: "Is it the one who is said to be the one who hunts for treasures?"

"Yes, Sniff likes shiny things, such as gold coins, diamonds, silver, and even silver coins." Newt was very satisfied with Iger's reaction, as if he had seen himself when he was young.

"This little thing..." Iger looked at the sniff in his hand in a trance: "How does it taste?"

Newt was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at Iger in a daze. He was a little overwhelmed by his good self-cultivation. For a time, the 100-year-old old man was helpless like a child, and then looked at Dengbu as if asking for help. profitable.

Dumbledore looked at Iger, shook his head, and slowly opened his mouth with a serious face. Newt was relieved when he looked at Dumbledore.

"Actually, I'm going to tell you Iger, sniffing is not delicious..." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Newt was once again like a **** with a strangled neck, his heart was severely hit, and he looked at the two in panic.

Iger laughed at Newt's appearance, and looked at Newt with the sniffling cub in his hand: "Mr. Scamander, I like this sniffle very much, can you give it to me? ?"

Newt looked at Iger hesitantly, not sure if what Iger said was true or not.

"I promise you that I will never eat it..." Iger smacked his lips.

Newt nodded slowly, but looking at him still a little worried, Iger felt that this joke was a bit too much, he seemed to want to make an unbreakable oath with himself...

Terrible…

After Iger and the two left the Scamander residence, they looked at the Scamander residence behind them.

"He's a very kind person, isn't he?" Iger turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Of course, those who like magical animals should have a kind heart." Dumbledore seemed to agree with Iger's opinion: "You will have a good friendship with my gamekeeper."

"I hope so!" Iger grinned.

With a loud 'pop', the two of them reappeared at Hogwarts.

As soon as he returned to the principal's room, a swarthy owl flew over from the window. The owl looked straight at Iger. Iger curiously stretched out his hand and poked the fat Scottish chicken in front of him.

The round-faced chubby chicken moved to the side unwillingly, and then arrogantly stretched out his small paws, signaling Iger to take down the letter.

Iger opened the letter, and the round-faced fat chicken gently pecked at Iger's hand, motioning for Iger to give him some biscuits or something.

Iger said softly, "Can you get me some snacks?"

A small bag of green beans suddenly appeared on the table beside him.

The round-faced chubby chicken grabbed the green beans, threw it at Iger, and flew away.

"It's a letter from Kingsley." Iger looked at Dumbledore in surprise: "He said he greeted the orphanage for me, and helped me inform Miss Elsa that Kingsley is such a good man, old Deng !"

"I bet your next sentence is to ask me to fund your orphanage, right?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with falcon-like eyes.

Iger's eyes flickered: "It's agreed that there is no need for Legilimency..."

"To be honest, Iger, those thoughts of yours are not worth my Legilimency." Dumbledore looked at Iger with some teasing.

Iger was suddenly embarrassed: "Is that okay? I'll feel at ease."

"I have no reason to refuse a kind request, right? No one will hate you like this, Iger." Dumbledore nodded affirmatively: "It is a virtue to be grateful, and that student of mine came from a welfare institution like you. , but he only learned to be selfish, in this case you can keep such a heart, to be honest, Iger, you make me proud, and I hope that one day, Hogwarts will be proud of you."

"So..." Agger held his chin in thought, "How much are you going to donate?"

Dumbledore felt as if his heart twitched, and what he just said seemed to be all in vain.

"Five thousand Galleons, what do you think?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"What about the conversion ratio?" Iger thought it sounded like a lot.

"About twenty-five thousand pounds." Dumbledore nodded.

Iger pouted: "Being a wizard really has no way of making money..."

Dumbledore suddenly felt that he had been hit deeply in the knee...

I, Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard in the world, was despised by a child from a Muggle world! He was also ridiculed for being poor!

In fact, at this time, the United Kingdom was in a stage of rapid development. Instead, there were some Muggle-born children in the school. Children from good families had a higher standard of living.

One Galleon is equal to five pounds. Although Galleons are indeed very powerful in the wizarding world, in the Muggle world, the equivalent British pounds is obviously not enough...

However, 25,000 pounds should be able to help the orphanage to spend a long time in peace, right?

Maybe he should learn magic as soon as possible, and then go to the house of some Muggle rich to send him a message and forget it?

"I have to warn you Mr. Morrissey." Dumbledore's expression gradually became serious as he watched Iger: "Without the permission of the Ministry of Magic, harming and aggressive attacks on Muggles are It's illegal, and I don't want a future brilliant wizard to be locked up in Azkaban before enrolling."

Iger suddenly sighed in frustration, and couldn't help but sigh again: "Sure enough, being a wizard is really worthless, but my life is not guaranteed, and it is up to me to decide."

"I'm glad you can have a clear understanding of the current situation." Dumbledore nodded: "Of course, as a wizard, it is also a very simple thing to make a fortune in the Muggle world, but ancient times In order not to destroy the balance of exchange, Lingge has specially set some exchange caps, if you are really short of money, I will also allow you to earn some tuition fees in the Muggle world."

Dumbledore's eyes were deep, and his blue eyes seemed to have traveled through time: "I think you will usher in a completely different life, do you feel a little excited?"

"Actually, I miss Elsa a lot... Of course, I can also take old Mrs. Hull with me by the way." Iger sighed softly: "How about the housing prices in the wizarding world?"

"I don't know how the house prices are. I have lived in Hogwarts for most of my life." Dumbledore nodded, then thought for a moment: "If you are talking about Elsa Smith, I remember correctly she should be the prefect of Gryffindor, starting seventh grade this year and graduating next year."

"Really?" Iger looked at Dumbledore in surprise when he heard the words.

"I think she must have noticed the abnormality in you long ago, otherwise I don't think an eighteen-year-old girl would have any interest in an eight-year-old boy...interest in every sense...interest." Dumbledore smiled. He got up and looked at Iger with interest.

Iger suddenly blushed a little embarrassedly, and smiled awkwardly.

"In the three years before you officially entered the school, you should spend your time at Hogwarts honestly. If your silence erupts, I think the only one who can stop you so far should be me, the castle. It's very big, you can choose a college you like and choose to live in, how about it?" Dumbledore looked at Iger and smiled: "And I need to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is very dangerous, if you plan to enter If you're going to make a fortune in exploration, it's best to have Hagrid by your side."

"Thank you Professor!" Iger stood up and bowed slightly towards Dumbledore: "You helped me a lot, how should I repay?"

Dumbledore paused for a while when he heard the words, looked at Iger with some worry, and said meaningfully: "Although a lot of thoughts flashed through my mind at this moment, I always feel that for you Iger... Don't make trouble is for me The best answer."

Iger felt that his complexion was a little dark, at least after he came out of Dumbledore's office.

What does it mean to not cause trouble is to repay? Am I that bad?

Reaching out and taking out the sniff in his arms, Iger regretted not releasing this little guy in Dumbledore's office just now.

Wandering aimlessly on the campus, the portraits around looked at Iger curiously, Iger also looked at the portraits around him curiously, there was no communication between them, but there was an unexpected harmony.

There was a soft sound of 'pop', and a short and thin figure appeared in front of Iger. The visitor had big ears like bat wings and bowed humbly to Iger: "Good afternoon, Mr. Iger Morrissey, there are What do you need Kaka to help you with?"

"Ah, I'm still thinking about who the white-bearded old man will send to settle my room and board. With your help, I think I'll be very relaxed." Iger nodded with a smile, and looked at Kaka curiously.

"It's Kaka's honor." Kaka lowered his head and looked at Iger.

Iger looked at the worn and dirty broken pillowcase on Kaka's body and shook his head: "First of all, I ask you to take a bath, and then clean up the broken pillowcase on your body."

Kaka looked at Iger with a moved face: "Mr. is so kind to Kaka, Kaka is really touched."

"Don't be so exaggerated, it's just for you to take a bath..." Iger was suddenly made a little numb by the house-elf in front of him, and he quickly waved his hand: "As soon as possible, if there is magic, two or three minutes will be enough, right?"

Kaka nodded, and the figure gradually disappeared in place.

Iger walked in the castle and felt a little numb in his claws. The interior of Hogwarts Castle was intricate and complicated. With Iger's sense of direction, he didn't know the south, south, north, and west if he walked in two minutes. If Kaka didn't show up in time, Iger felt that he might be hungry. Died in the castle.

"Now, take me to your kitchen." Iger looked at Kaka and smiled very happily.

Today is the penultimate day of the end of the Hogwarts summer vacation, but the kitchen at Hogwarts is extraordinarily lively.

"Sliced ​​beef, sliced ​​mutton!" Iger waved his wand and commanded: "Lettuce is also good, potato slices, lettuce wash quickly, who can make tofu?"

An elf raised his hand excitedly, and Iger nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, it's you, make some tofu!"

"Mr. Morriss, do you need anything else for the base?" An elf held a jar in his hand. In the jar was a hot pot base mixed with red hot peppers and suet peppers.

Iger stretched out his finger and put it in his mouth, and nodded with satisfaction: "The goods are very pure and well done, but unfortunately there are too few seasonings in the UK, can you make sesame paste?"

"Yes, yes!" Another small hand raised up.

Iger waved his hand: "It's you! Make some!"

"Okay Mr Morrissey!" The little elf jumped and turned away.

"Call me Iger!" Iger flicked his wand and looked at the pile of ingredients in front of him: "Green onions, ginger, red dates... Well, it's perfect."

"Mr. Iger, will you not be able to eat if you cook too much? Professor Sprout said that wasting food is a bad behavior..." Kaka stood timidly behind Iger, her big ears like bat spirits drooping.

"Do more, can't we eat together?" Iger was stunned: "It's obviously the food you made, don't you eat it?"

The originally bustling kitchen suddenly fell silent, and a group of elves looked at Iger in disbelief.

"We can't eat at the same table as the distinguished Mr. Iger." Kaka said in a panic, and bowed humbly to Iger. It seemed that the tip of his nose was about to touch the ground.

Iger looked blankly at the elves huddled around him: "I order you, get to the table and eat!"

Looking at a group of elves sitting tremblingly on the table, Iger shook his head helplessly.

Thousands of years of slavery have made such ancient, kind and powerful creatures forget their dignity, and they don't even have the courage to sit at the same table with wizards to eat.

Iger didn't quite agree with Hermione's act of liberating the elves, but if he was allowed to watch such a group of kind-hearted creatures tremblingly live under the shadows of the wizards, Iger asked himself, he couldn't do it either.

A person cannot change a whole, and Iger feels that the only thing he can do is to make these little guys feel his kindness.

Kaka tremblingly looked at the hot pot with red oil floating in it. The scent from the pot made Kaka a little coveted, but thinking of Iger next to him, Kaka felt extraordinarily frightened.

"Is it fragrant?" Iger asked with a smile as he approached Kaka.

"The food made by Mr. Iger must be very delicious." Kaka said tremblingly.

"It's a pity that there are no chopsticks here, otherwise I think chopsticks are much better than knives and forks." Iger sighed.

"There are some!" Kaka said quickly, and hurriedly took out a lot of chopsticks.

Egger's eyes suddenly lit up, and he laughed: "I'll teach you how to use it!"