Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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

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

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

"I think...he shouldn't mind." Chris smiled softly watching Iger's movements, but his smile was a little stiff.

...

After dinner, Iger still frowned on the sofa with his delicate little nose, sitting up straight in surprise from time to time.

In the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Chris watched Iger's movements and whispered something. Hermione came to Iger curiously: "What are you doing?"

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

"Barbecue?" Hermione was taken aback, a little puzzled.

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

Hermione shook her head ignorantly...

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

"Oh, thank you Chris." Iger followed Chris up the stairs in a pitiful manner.

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

"Where are you going, Mom?" Hermione hurriedly chased after her in her fluffy pajamas.

"Mom has something to do, I'll be right back." Jane touched Hermione's head with a smile, and then walked away quickly.

"Uh... oh..." Hermione looked at Mrs. Granger's leaving figure in a daze.

Early the next morning, Iger got up in his pajamas, walked slowly to the restaurant, and frowned his little nose in doubt.

"What are you smelling?" Hermione sat at the dining table in bear pajamas,

Looking at Iger curiously.

"It's strange... What about the 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 restaurant nearby..." Iger muttered.

Hermione always thought there was something wrong with Iger's nose, she always thought so - until she was eleven years old.

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

In order to celebrate the enrollment, Iger went shopping in Diagon Alley, and Hermione didn't worry about being seen by Iger in this crazy girl's posture.

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

Hermione nodded, and got into the bathroom with an excited face.

The splashing hot water washed the little girl's still immature body, and the little girl held her chest in frustration, thinking of Aisha's sexy red dress in her mind.

Moisture filled the bathroom, and Hermione raised her chin and brushed up her messy hair, as if imagining what she would look like when she grew up.

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

Although it's been a long time since I smelled this smell, 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, and her little nose followed the smell for a long time. Finally, Hermione looked at her armpits, and her face gradually became ugly.

"Mom!" The little girl screamed, Hermione poked her head out of the bathroom, and called Mrs. Granger crazily.

"What's the matter, dear?" Mrs. Granger hastily put down the pot in her hand. Kaka's eyes lit up, and she took over Mrs. Granger's work.

"I... woo..." Hermione looked at Mrs. Granger with a bitter face, she was shivering behind the door with a bath towel on her body, "I have a strange smell..."

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

After a long time, seeing Hermione's face getting darker and darker, Mrs. Granger stopped laughing: "Okay, dear, don't worry, it's just the smell of sweat, take a shower every day, and then put this on, It doesn't matter."

Saying that, Mrs. Granger took out a small bottle from a cabinet.

"But is there no way to get rid of this smell?" Hermione looked at Mrs. Granger pitifully: "Do I have to be like this every day from now on?"

"No way, baby..." Mrs. Granger pampered Hermione's little head: "Eighty percent of Caucasians will have this problem..."

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

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

In an instant, it seemed that a shining thunderbolt crossed Hermione's world, and she felt like she was going to be petrified...

That weird, stinky smell...

I do, Iger doesn't...

God!

Hermione felt like her face was going to burn off.

Damn, why?

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

"It's okay, it's very common for children, as long as you put on antiperspirant frequently." Mrs. Granger dotingly rubbed Hermione's little head: "Okay, I'm going to cook, you clean up quickly Come out and eat."

There was a sound of closing the door, and Mrs. Granger's footsteps gradually faded away.

Hermione hasn't recovered from this thunderbolt for the time being, she just stared blankly at the delicate face in the bathroom mirror.

absolute!

Absolutely!

Can't let Iger know!

At this moment, the little girl is ready to let Iger never know what the smell of sweat is!

Even break the bridge of his nose!

At dinner, Iger began to sniff curiously again: "Hey, strange, where does the mutton skewer come from?"

Why does your nose work so well, hello? !

Hermione's face was so red that she was about to faint. Fortunately, Iger didn't seem to care, and just went back to the room after dinner.

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

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

laugh! ! ! !

A lemon-flavored spray sprayed into Chris' mouth.

Chris, pawn!

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

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

Mrs. Granger's voice came from afar...

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

In the empty living room, chi chi chi sounded continuously, and the lemon-flavored air freshener filled the entire room.

...

"Finally enrolled, it's great." By the bank of 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 stared at Iger's face illuminated by the bright sun, and murmured ecstatically, "It's also very dazzling..."

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

"By the way, Iger." Hermione said suddenly, stirring the ends of her hair uneasily with her fingers: "Are you concerned about Pedro and his sisters? Boys say they are the prettiest girls at their age... Do you like it?" Indian girl?"

"No..." Iger was stunned: "Do I always see them?"

"During 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 cared deeply in her heart.

"Oh, yes, it's very intimate..." Iger nodded: "They always have a curry smell on them, and a little emmm... mutton skewers!"

Hermione's face darkened.

God damn kebabs!

At night, in the Gryffindor girls' bathroom, a shrill voice sounded. Parvati hugged her chest in horror, and looked at Hermione, whose face was dark and dripping water: "You... what are you going to do? 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 full of garlic, ginger, curry, and spices, Iger looked at Parvati with an aggrieved face in doubt.

"What's the matter, Iger?" Hermione asked casually, her eyes dodging.

"Strange..." Iger frowned: "The smell of mutton skewers... no more..."

Hermione lowered her head slightly, red eyes flickering...

That would be great!