Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Harry and his group arrived at the camp the next morning. Early in the morning, when 80% of the wizards in the camp hadn't woken up, Harry and his group happily rushed into the camp of Iger and the others. tent.

As soon as Iger woke up, he saw that in the living room of the tent, Mr. Weasley was gathering people to build a new tent.

"There is no need to set up a tent. The tent of the Magic Wheezing Workshop is on our right. Let me figure it out..." Iger muttered sleepily: "You should be able to live here."

"And Bill and Charlie and Percy, they won't be here for a while, I'm envious of them being able to Apparate..." Ron shrugged.

"It's okay, the two tents are the best, and they are completely suitable for living in." Iger yawned indifferently, as if he was not too sleepy.

"Oh haha, that would be great." Mr. Weasley looked very happy: "But I need to remind Fred and them of one thing..."

Iger: "???"

"Uh... To be honest, Molly was very angry at the two of them leaving without saying goodbye, and she didn't seem to approve of their um... career." Mr. Weasley shrugged and looked at Iger with an embarrassed smile.

"I think it's good. There's nothing wrong with it. It's easy to earn so much money." Iger grinned.

Not far away, Harry and Ron were choosing a room, while Ginny got into Hermione and Elsa's room.

"Of course I know, but Molly seems to be a little stubborn about this." Mr. Weasley sighed helplessly: "But I still want to thank you, Iger, for giving them what they want."

Speaking of which, Mr. Weasley opened his arms and gently hugged Iger.

"You're welcome, even if I'm not here, they will get everything they want sooner or later." Iger laughed: "Of course, if you don't mind, I have to catch up on sleep first..."

Glancing outside the curtain, Iger noticed that the sky had just brightened.

Originally, he wanted to catch up on some sleep, but after a while, the increasingly lively tent made Iger unable to sleep more and more.

"Do you boys put up a small tent when you wake up?" A gentle voice asked softly in Iger's ear.

"emmm?" Iger pursed his mouth, opened his eyes in a daze,

A delicate face fell into his eyes.

"This is called Chen... damn it!" Iger sat up suddenly, staring at the girl beside him: "Luna, why are you here?"

"My father and I met Harry and the others in the camp, so we went to have a look with them..." Luna's voice was ethereal.

"Oh..." Iger muttered in embarrassment: "Okay, let's go out quickly..."

Longevity, if Hermione saw it, he would die...

After packing up and getting out of the room, Iger found that not only Luna came in the tent, but also several Hogwarts students.

Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Lavender Brown, and Neville, Dean, and Captain Seamus...

"Hmm... It's beyond my expectation, how come you are so complete?" Iger looked at everyone in surprise.

"Cedric Diggory came with us, Neville and the others had an appointment, Lavender came to find Ron, Malfoy emmm... happened to meet." Harry still doesn't like Malfoy very much , the two people seem to be born at odds, although Malfoy is not as annoying as before.

"So what are you doing here?" Iger muttered softly.

Ron coughed dryly and raised the curtain of the tent. Outside the curtain, Youmengyu was bringing two Stove Lords to roast a whole roasted cow...

"Merlin's underwear..." Iger opened his mouth, this girl is too fierce...

By the way, where did she catch the cow?

"Okay kids, we've set up another tent." Mr. Weasley happily got into the tent, followed by Percy, Charlie and Bill.

Iger saw Bill for the first time, and he looked more interesting than Iger expected, like a Muggle musician playing rock...

Mr. Weasley briefly introduced Iger, and then dragged everyone out to see the fruits of his labor.

Two tents were crookedly erected on the opposite side of Iger's tent, looking as if they would collapse if the wind blows. Compared with Iger's tent which looks like a small yurt from the outside, the two tents set up by Mr. Weasley The tent looks like a desolate little toilet...

"Wow...it's great, Harry and I live in Fred's tent..." Ron muttered bitterly.

"I share a room with Hermione Elsa." Ginny turned her head tactfully.

Mr. Weasley looked terribly disappointed. He was the one who had advocated pitching the tent the Muggle way.

"Oh, it's okay, we just live in." Bill kindly comforted Mr. Weasley, turned his head to look at Harry's group and smiled: "Dad, he just wants to experience the way Muggles pitch tents... Thank God He succeeded…"

"It's said that the tent is very big, and it can fit completely..." Iger shrugged helplessly.

The tent Iger bought is not only like a yurt, but also a tent made in Mongolia.

In the magic world, the Mongolian yurts exported by the Ministry of Magic are generally very popular. Although the home accessories inside are all modified according to British customs, Mongolian wizards are very good at making magic yurts.

At this time, the people in the camp had begun to wake up. Iger stepped out of the tent and stretched his waist, looking at the rising sun in the sky.

Not far away, a little boy about two years old was squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand in his hand, and happily passed a slug on the grass. The slug slowly swelled into a sausage-like Great, Iger watched the slug's smile gradually become abnormal...

Then the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you Kevin? You won't - touch - your dad's - wand - whoops!"

The little boy's mother stepped on the fat slug, and the slug exploded with a bang...

Iger's crotch suddenly felt cold...

Turning around and returning to the tent, the boy's cry was still heard in the distance: "You stomped Chongchong to pieces! You stomped Chongchong to pieces!"

"Where is our tent located? Is there anything interesting in the camp?" Harry looked at Seamus and his group curiously.

"Located between the supporters of the Irish team and the Bulgarian team." The twins came in from outside, and Fred said with a smile: "It is said that in order to prevent the fans from fighting, officials from the Ministry of Magic specially helped Iger picked the position..."

"Yeah, the position is great. If the two sides fight, we will be the first to be killed." George laughed.

"Just like Mrs. Finnigan, you have to ask everyone you see, which team do you support? It must be the Irish team, right?" Ron shouted: "God, she looks at us like that, what else can we do?" explain?"

"Ron, don't speak ill of my mother!" Seamus shouted angrily.

"I don't, it's just an analogy." Ron muttered in a low voice: "I support the Irish team, but it doesn't affect my liking for Krum..."

"Then you should really go to the tents of the Bulgarian supporters. All the tents have that big gloomy face, blinking and frowning." Fred put his hand on Ron's shoulder .

"Who cares what he looks like? He's amazing! And he's very young, only about eighteen years old. He's a genius, you'll see tonight." Ron looked crazy.

"Genius?" Luna looked at Ron curiously, then turned to look at Iger thoughtfully.

"Well, I'm talking about humans..." Ron muttered under his breath.

Iger: "???"