Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Pfft...ha..." Hermione got out of the water polo wet all over, pulled up the small quilt on the bed beside her and put it on her body, looking at Iger who came out of the water with surprise in her eyes: "Water? The second level is underwater?"

Iger nodded: "Yes, underwater, any guesses?"

"Underwater... singing..." Hermione paused, then raised her head to look at Iger: "Mermaid? There are mermaids in the Black Lake?"

"That's right." Iger nodded: "Your second level is to find people underwater, and the time limit is one hour."

Hermione nodded, suppressing her surprise.

"You don't have any ideas?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"I know how to make a head-cure." Hermione raised her clean chin confidently.

"You will be frozen to death." Iger squinted at Hermione: "In the Black Lake at the end of February, the water temperature will definitely freeze a person to death, let alone staying underwater for an hour. The bubble head curse is of no great use. Once You are so frozen that a Grindylow the size of a palm can easily drown you."

Hermione was startled: "Then I should..."

"Gill grass." Iger shrugged and gave the most suitable answer directly.

Hermione was discouraged for a while: "You made it easy to break through the level, so I have no value at all..."

"Of course not, your value is your execution ability." Iger shook his head: "I said before that cheating is a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament. This is not lying to you. Do you think... a teenage Just relying on his own ability, the wizard can take an egg from the bottom of the fire dragon when he saw it for the first time without any injuries?"

"It's really a bit unrealistic..." Hermione opened her mouth.

"That's right." Iger nodded: "Other people will not rely on their own abilities to obtain clues, but this does not mean that you are worthless. Your value is that you can set up a good plan is carried out.”

When Iger said this, Hermione suddenly felt that she was also very good.

In fact, she is indeed excellent, but the little girl has never found the right target for comparison. Compared with humans, she insists on comparing with demons...

...

"Potter! Weasley! Can you concentrate?" Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice resounded through the classroom like a whip,

Startled, Harry and Ron looked up.

"If you really want to compete in swordsmanship in my class..." Professor McGonagall looked at the fake wands in Harry and Ron's hands as long swords with annoyed eyes: "then I would be happy to find you a swordsmanship Master! Mr. Morrisos?"

"I would like to serve you..." Iger pulled out a mithril sword in the staff with a "grinning grin"...

porphyrin~

Ron's fake wand turned into a tin parrot, Harry's fake wand turned into a rubber haddock...

"I beg you two! Potter! And Weasley! Can you make your behavior appropriate for your age?" Professor McGonagall glanced at the two of them while speaking.

As soon as the words fell, the fish head in Harry's hand fell silently, and fell softly on the floor - just now Ron's parrot's sharp beak pecked it off...

Iger looked at the head of the cod hanging on the ground, as if he had been touched by a strange point of laughter, one couldn't help laughing, the magical laughter echoed in the classroom, and Professor McGonagall looked black.

Gouging Iger fiercely, Professor McGonagall cleared his throat, and patted the faculty desk in front of him casually: "I have a few words to say to all of you..."

"The Christmas ball is coming—this is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and it is also a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests." After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, the students in the classroom started whispering.

From time to time, the girls let out suppressed screams of excitement, and most of the boys looked at each other with some embarrassment, as if whoever made a statement first would be treated as a freak.

In a word, the boys are a little embarrassed.

Iger looked at the indifferent boys beside him and sneered silently. This is fourteen years old. If this is twenty-four years old, this group of boys should be screaming excitedly...

"Well, the dance is only open to students above the fourth grade - but if you want, you can invite a junior student." Professor McGonagall motioned the students to be quiet.

Lavender Brown let out a piercing and silly laugh, as if his IQ was not online for a while, he turned his head to look in Ron's direction and grinned like an idiot, Ron was almost caught by her...

"She wants to be invited by you..." Harry stretched out his elbow to Ron.

"Come on, we haven't established a relationship yet, I always think she's a bit scary..." Ron muttered awkwardly.

"Of course, you will wear your dress robes for the ball..." Professor McGonagall continued: "The ball will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock in the evening on Christmas Day and will end at twelve midnight. Listen—"

The older cat girl looked at the whole class in an "unhurried" way: "The Christmas ball will undoubtedly give us a chance...well...let your hair go and relax..."

Professor McGonagall's tone was very disapproving, but Iger looked at the little bun on Professor McGonagall's head that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and finally laughed out loud...

Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I tried my best...

Please forgive me…

clam clam clam clam clam ~

Goose-like devilish laughter rang out in the classroom, and Professor McGonagall's face was completely darkened. Hermione quickly reached out and grabbed Iger's sleeve under the table, signaling him to stop his deadly behavior.

Finally, Lavender couldn't help but laughed along with Iger's laughter, and the students in the room couldn't hold back their laughter.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She waved her magic wand helplessly, and the mouths of the students in the class were immediately sewn up by an inexplicable force, except for those with high magic resistance. A group of Igers were still panting with laughter.

"Mr. Morrissey?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

"Hahaha hiccup~cough...Sorry, I was a little short of breath just now..." Iger stopped laughing embarrassingly.

"Even if you can relax yourself properly at the ball, that doesn't mean you can indulge yourself." Professor McGonagall gave Iger a hard look...

"We will relax the behavior requirements for students, but if a Gryffindor student embarrasses the school in any way, I will feel very sad." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"Sad? Why is it sad?" Ron muttered in confusion.

Iger thoughtfully explained to Ron: "The memorial service, of course it hurts..."

Ron: "..."

Fuck, is it so dangerous to go to a prom now?

Iger gave Ron a blank look, just kidding, the most honorable person in the whole school is this rigorous and serious older cat girl, I think it was not a joke to score 150 points for Gryffindor with a big movie in hand !

"Who are you going to invite?" Ron turned to look at Harry.

Harry shrugged, "Of course Ginny..."

Who else can I invite? Six uncles, what do you want from me? What else can I do?

"What about you?" Harry looked at Ron.

"I..." Ron glanced hesitantly in the direction of Lavender: "I haven't figured it out yet..."

"Cough cough..." Hermione coughed twice listening to the conversation between the two, and leaned towards Iger nonchalantly, slightly lifting her small chin.

Harry: "..."

Ron: "..."

I'm so envious, Nima's...