Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger didn't wander around the castle for too long, and returned to the room after getting the Marauder's Map.

When Guoba saw Iger come back, he yelled and crawled to the pillow, patted the pillow with his tiny fingers, and begged for a hug from Iger.

Iger looked at the appearance of the rice crust, his heart was warm, and he always felt very comfortable.

...

Time flies, and another half month has passed. The students of Hogwarts have completely gotten used to the existence of Iger. Everyone knows that there is such an existence that does not belong to the category of students. This makes many people see opportunities, especially First and second grade students, since they are not allowed to leave school, they often ask Iger to go to Hogsmeade to help them buy some things. Iger is also very willing to help, and often get one or two gold plus Long.

Iger, who has a non-marking stretch bag, can bring back a lot of things when he comes down. From time to time, he also helps some stores such as Honeydukes to advertise. Of course, the store will also pay Iger some advertising fees.

Now that Iger had just returned from Hogsmeade, he saw Aisha sitting on the stone platform in the castle corridor with red eyes and hugging her knees, and a black-haired girl next to her was constantly persuading Aisha to do something.

Iger recognized the girl. The girl's name was Alice Lee. She was an overseas Chinese living in Cornwall and Aisha's best friend.

"What's the matter?" Iger approached Aisha with a smile: "Severus' hooked nose gave you another point penalty?"

Aisha burst into tears when she heard Iger's words, and then shook her head: "It's okay."

Iger was thinking about Alice on the side, Alice looked at Aisha with some embarrassment, and then explained to Iger: "That nasty Marcus Flint in Slytherin, a few days ago Quidditch When one of the Hufflepuff students knocked him off his broom during a Hufflepuff game, he got back at them by casting jinxes when they weren't looking."

Alice looked very angry: "As a result, Aisha happened to see it. You know, Aisha is a prefect, and she deducted ten points from Flint on the spot. As a result, Flint insulted Aisha as a mudblood and humiliated her. Parents, also said that Aisha sticks with you every day, psychopath, oh my God, I can’t imagine why a second-grade child can be so vicious! Didn’t his parents teach him what parenting is? Those disgusting people Slytherin!"

Iger was expressionless, turned and left, and walked in the direction of Slytherin. Aisha stopped him worriedly, fearing that he would do something stupid.

Iger waved his hand with a smile, and Aisha fell asleep immediately.

"I hope she can have a good dream." Iger stretched out his hand and pushed, and Aisha slowly leaned against Alice.

"What are you going to do?" Alice asked looking at Iger's back.

"Go and beat him up, do you want to take a photo?" Iger said with a smile.

Staring blankly at Iger's leaving figure, Alice looked at Aisha beside her and couldn't help laughing: "You have a good eye, that kid is so handsome."

A few minutes later, at the door of the Slytherin lounge, Iger looked at a little Slytherin snake: "Is that one named Flint in the common room?"

The student in front of him stared blankly at Iger, then shook his head: "Flint's words are probably on the Quidditch pitch, today is the day for Slytherin training."

The other party is very face-saving. Iger thinks it may be because of Snape. The name of Snape's disciple makes Iger enough to walk sideways in the school. After all, no one wants to offend that sinister hooked nose.

In fact, this is also the case. Someone once ridiculed Iger behind his back for what he could learn at this age, even Snape couldn't teach it, and then Snape accidentally heard it, and then he was deducted more than 40 points a week...

The students didn't know whether it was because they mocked Iger or because they questioned Snape's teaching standards, but since that time, no one has made any irresponsible remarks.

But Iger obviously didn't know these things,

His state is more like wandering outside the school. Most of the students he is familiar with are from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Although they will also show some kindness to Iger, Iger is not familiar with many people, at least Flint is not one of them.

On the Quidditch field, a group of little snakes in green robes and team uniforms were training on broomsticks, sharpening their knives and preparing for the next match against Ravenclaw. Leitlin's student.

Aside from the bad attitude towards other colleges, Slytherin is actually relatively close to each other, but compared with Gryffindor, Slytherin-style friendship obviously has a sense of class, which is also The reason why Iger is not willing to contact them.

At least Iger didn't look down on Hagrid because of his blood, nor did he dislike Aisha because she was born as a Muggle, nor did he look down on the Grangers because they were Muggles. In fact, Iger didn't even know his own. Who are the parents, and I have such a brutal magic power, maybe my parents are also some kind of magical creatures?

Stretching out his hand to press his throat, Iger silently released a loud voice.

"Who's Flint?"

For a moment, Iger's voice completely covered the entire Quidditch field, and people looked at Iger on the sidelines in surprise.

"I am, what's the matter?" A boy with buck teeth fell off the broom and looked at Iger strangely.

Iger shook his head slightly, the intermarriage of pure-blood families has already begun to become deformed, and it is still promoting pure-blood every day.

If there is such a thing as pure blood, where did the world's first wizard come from? Popped out of a rock?

That's not a wizard, that's a monkey...

Thinking about it, Iger didn't think too much. He came here to find a place for his eldest wife. As for whether there will be a younger wife in the future, it depends on the situation.

"You called Aisha a mudblood?" Iger looked at Flint expressionlessly.

Flint was a little surprised. He never thought that Iger would come to him. Looking at Iger's small head, Flint couldn't help laughing: "Is there any problem? He is a Mudblood..."

Before the words fell, Iger raised his palm, and a burst of red light shot out. Flint's figure flew out like a cannonball, whirling and flung powerlessly in the distance, his life and death unknown.

The little snakes around suddenly screamed, and raised their wands to point at Iger, cursing something in their mouths.

"Shut up!"

Iger's loud voice sounded, immediately overshadowing their yelling, the wand in his hand was raised, and a shattered red light immediately blew up an empty audience tower in the distance.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, looking in horror at the curling smoke from the tip of Iger's staff.

Iger looked around: "Who, do you have any questions? I can give you my advice!"

Looking at the petrified Slytherin students, Iger raised his index finger and waved slightly: "Since you dare not resist, you can only obey, don't challenge my authority again, or I will make you pay a price you can't afford, Now! Who else has an objection?"

"I'll ask again, who else has any objections!" Iger looked around sullenly.

Looking at the frightened students, Iger snorted: "If there is no objection, if you don't send that big buck tooth to the school infirmary, I don't guarantee that he will die in a while."

A group of students just woke up like a dream, hurriedly lifted Flint who had fainted in the distance, and hurried away.

...

"You are so handsome, Iger!" Half an hour later, in Iger's room, Aisha hugged Iger's little face and kissed him hard.

Iger pointed to his lips eagerly: "Kiss here, kiss here."

Aisha glanced at the door with a red face, then lowered her head.

In the middle of the first kiss...after a while...the end of the first kiss...(Forgive me, I was blocked before, so I dare not write casually...)

"Aisha...I..." Iger's breathing was a little short, and his eyes were a little hot.

Aisha quickly pushed Iger aside, her face was so red that steam could come out: "You are too young...I will be imprisoned in Azkaban..."

Saying that, Aisha couldn't help laughing, and Iger also grinned silly.

After tidying up, the two came to the auditorium. As soon as they entered the door, all the students in the auditorium looked at Iger curiously, with an inexplicable light in their eyes.

"Nice job, Iger!" A red-haired boy smiled and stepped forward to embrace Iger's shoulder.

Iger couldn't help laughing. The boy's name is Charlie Weasley, the second son of the Weasley family, and Percy's older brother. Iger obviously likes Charlie a little more than Percy who is stern-faced every day. Charlie's birthday is 72 This year, this year is the seventh grade. He is Gryffindor's Seeker, and he is also Gryffindor's seventh-grade boy prefect.

The relationship between the two is not bad, but Charlie wants to teach Iger to play Quidditch. Iger said that he still prefers to ride Buckbeak than a broom.

A group of lion cubs surrounded Iger bustlingly. In contrast, the long table in Slytherin looked much bleak.

The attitude of the little snakes towards Iger is very complicated, that is, they are frightened by the strength of the other party, but they can't help but want to go forward to make friends...

After a long while, Snape walked into the auditorium with a sullen face and swayed his robe like a big bat. When he passed behind Iger, he pressed Iger's little head hard.

He can only do this, Iger is using the Iron Armor Curse all day, and all aggressive behavior will be blocked by that nasty transparent cover.

"Professor..." A Slytherin prefect timidly looked at Snape walking past sullenly.

Snape waved his hand, his face was cold: "Slytherin deducted 20 points, not good at learning, and being overwhelmed by an eight-year-old child. If I were you, I would have broken my wand and gone home. went."

The students looked at Snape in surprise. This was the first time in a long time that Snape deducted Slytherin's points, and the eyes of people looking at Iger were obviously more surprised.

Iger smacked his lips helplessly. Looking at Snape's sinister old face, he knew that this old guy was about to assign some fucking homework to himself again.

What is it this time? Casting spells silently, casting spells without a stick, are you casting spells without thinking tonight?

Iger thinks it is very possible, that big bat has always felt that his brain is not as big as a mung bean, maybe he really wants to try it.

A flock of owls flapped their wings and flew into the auditorium through the skylight. Iger laughed because he heard Lak's weird laughter.

Lak flapped his wings and landed in front of Iger, with a long and large package hooked on his paws.

With some doubts, he opened the letter on the package, and a few lines of words came into view.

Find a place where no one is around to open your package.

It contains your new broomstick.

For a real Gryffindor.

I know yours was for Miss Smith.

Don't let others see it, lest they all want it.

—Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Iger raised his head. On the teacher's seat, a smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's serious face.

Iger felt that he was invincible, so he got a hand from Dumbledore first, but he never thought that Professor McGonagall would also give him a hand.

Iger felt a little happy after stuffing the package into the non-marking stretch bag.

I love this place.

Thinking about it, Iger turned and left the auditorium.

Ten minutes later, in Hagrid's hut, Iger and Hagrid eagerly opened the package.

A brand new Nimbus 2001 appeared in front of the two of them.

"I know it! I know Iger!" Hagrid patted Iger's shoulder with a big hand: "Professor McGonagall is a good person. She has always been very good to students. This broom is very expensive."

"How expensive?" Iger turned to look at Hagrid.

Hagrid lowered his head: "I remember that Nimbus 2000 costs three hundred Galleons, and the upgraded version of Nimbus 2001 is three hundred and five, which is quite expensive. Professor McGonagall's monthly salary is only over eighty Galleons." ①

"So don't I owe a lot of favors? Is it a little too expensive as a gift?" Iger flattened his mouth.

"It can be seen that you must go to Gryffindor." Hagrid nodded in agreement, "But don't pay too much attention to it. Although the professors in the school don't have very high salaries, they all have other sources of income."

"Other income?" Iger was a little curious.

"Yes." Hagrid smiled: "I heard that Snape has contacts with many potion dealers. Professor Sprout will sell some unnecessary plants or fertilizers. Professor Flitwick is from the Dueling Club. It costs a lot of money to teach a class at the time. Professor McGonagall will sometimes write some papers on transfiguration, or give lessons to wizards who want to learn Animagus. You know, not all young wizards will choose to come to Huo Gwartz goes to school, and some families have children who are taught at home, and such a class costs a lot of money, so don’t worry.”

"How much more can I earn?" Iger was still a little embarrassed.

"A lot, the salaries of Hogwarts teachers are never what you see." Hagrid looked at Iger and nodded: "It is said that the potion brewed by Snape is the type that is hard to find in the market. "

Iger was startled, so Snape is actually an invisible rich man?

How the hell can this work? How can you let such a rich man not lick him?

Only then did Iger understand Dumbledore's deep meaning, why Snape was required to provide all the potions Iger needed.

This is letting Snape support himself!

Madman Deng is really a good man!

"Like Professor McGonagall's transfiguration, how many people spend dozens of Galleons just to listen to her class. In recent decades, the students have basically been taught by her. Her courses are not as cheap as you think, no matter Whether it's Transfiguration or some other spell aspect." Hagrid said, "Even Mrs. Hooch, who only teaches first-year flying lessons, is the referee consultant for international Quidditch competitions."

Only then did Iger realize a problem. Although the teaching level of Hogwarts is not very good, none of these teachers themselves are simple.

Especially for Hogwarts, it is not easy, not to mention the annual funding from the school board and graduates, just guarding a Forbidden Forest is enough for Hogwarts to survive...

"Where's Professor Trelawney?" Iger looked at Hagrid and asked.

"Then I don't know." Hagrid shook his head: "I heard that she has the blood of a prophet, but I have never seen it. The students who have left the school obviously think she is a little crazy."

Iger was a little speechless, it was really miserable...