Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

"As for Professor Kettleburn, although he looks shabby and always injured by those cute little guys, he is also a very rich professor." Hagrid rubbed Egg's little Brain "There are too many good things in magical creatures, but I don't really like using their creations in exchange for money, which always makes me feel a little reluctant to part with them."

Egger nodded in agreement. Except for the centaurs, all the creatures in the Forbidden Forest were Hagrid's biological sons...

There are countless dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest. From what the two of them have seen in the past month, there are far more dangerous creatures than just the ones mentioned in the book. But strangely enough, these creatures have never been Not attacking Hagrid, they obviously regard Hagrid as a friend. Even the unicorns who hate men don't mind if Hagrid is closer to them.

Maybe you have feelings for each other after getting along day and night? Egg was a little confused.

Speaking of Professor Kettleburn, Hagrid seemed to have thought of something. "By the way, Professor Kettleburn will retire in a few years. He recommended me to Dumbledore as the new Magical Creature." Professor of the class, please don’t tell anyone else.”

Hagrid's small black beetle-like eyes shone with excitement. Egg looked at him and smiled, "Do you want me to set up a Loyalty Charm?"

"No, no, no, no need." Hagrid quickly stopped Egger's chaos.

"I'm kidding, actually I don't know how to do it either." Iger shrugged. "I'm going to the other side of the Black Lake to try flying this broom. I haven't tried it in so long since I came to Hogwarts."

"I suggest you ask Mrs. Huo Qi to teach you how to fly, otherwise your first flight may be a bit dangerous." Hagrid suggested.

Egg didn't care either. "It doesn't matter. I will take Buckbeak with me. He is very sensible."

Half an hour later, by the Black Lake, Buckbeak was splashing water with his sharp front paws on the edge of the lake. It seemed that he wanted to catch two fish. Egg knew that he was just bored because Egg had already fed them before he came. A few voles passed it.

Looking at the broom beside him, Egger stretched out his hand and said, "Get up!"

With a 'swish' sound, the broom fell into Egg's hand.

"It seems I still have some talent." Egg grinned. The main reason why he didn't choose to test fly in the academy was because he was afraid of being embarrassed if he didn't understand how to ride...

But judging from the way Egg looks now, riding a broom is probably not that difficult.

"I need to fly better. I have only ridden a bicycle when I was this old..." Iger got on the broom, kicked off his feet, and the broom soared into the sky. The whistling wind blew in his ears. He turned the broom gently, and Iger Deftly turning in the air.

A burst of eagle cry came, and on the ground, Buckbeak flapped his wings and followed Egg, and the two figures quickly crossed over the black lake.

The first time I flew, I didn't feel the tingling feeling on my butt that I imagined. Iger felt as if something was holding me down. It must be the magic on the broom. This made Egger feel relieved. At least he didn't have to worry about nicking his balls. Already…

The baby is growing and should not be treated carelessly.

In the evening, Egger, who had been flying all afternoon, appeared in Snape's office on time.

Snape seemed to be in a bad mood. Although he had always had that expression, a month of contact had allowed Egger to distinguish between "not good" and "very bad".

"What are you learning today?" Egger looked at Snape and asked.

"Launching spell, Vadivasi..." Snape said with a face and did not look at Egg. "I have already told you the spell. I think you will learn it in one go. Don't disturb me. You can go out now."

Egger, a short man, tapped his feet hard, stretched his head and looked at Snape's notebook, "Why are you so depressed today? That's not your style, Severus~"

Snape took a deep breath and tried to calm down as much as possible.

You can't hit him, you can't hit him...

He told himself this...

"The new potion I invented lacks a strong poison, and there is currently nothing that can replace it." Snape's voice was still so weak and gloomy. "But this obviously has nothing to do with you. I still hope you can help me find the right one." Venom?"

"Hagrid can help you find the venom of the Acromantula, just tell him." Egg raised his head and looked at Snape.

"The venom of Acromantula is not so much venom as a powerful anesthetic. Although it is called highly venomous, it is not particularly toxic. It is used to paralyze prey." Snape's face was still gloomy. "You should Read more books to fill your..."

"A brain smaller than a mung bean?" Egger continued expressionlessly.

Snape glanced at Egg, and seemed very satisfied that Egg would answer quickly.

"I do know a kind of venom that works very quickly and is super powerful. I wonder if you have the courage to take it." Egg lay on Snape's desk, holding his chin and looking at Snape's notes. The two legs are up and down.

"I'm curious..." Snape looked cold.

"Have you heard of the Chamber of Secrets?" Egg held his head in one hand and pinched his waist with the other. He lay on his side on Snape's desk, imitating Deadpool's despicable movements, looking at Snape happily, and then looked at Snape's face gradually turned livid.

"Are you here to joke with me?" Snape reached out and picked up the collar behind Egg's neck, and threw it aside like a chicken. "I don't have the time to listen to your nonsense."

Then Snape felt his head sink. Egg's thin body climbed onto his shoulders, lowered his head and looked at Snape upside down, "What I said is true. I know where the secret room is, how to get in, and what's inside." , the toxicity is guaranteed to be strong enough!”

Snape could swear that when he grew up, Iger was the first person who dared to ride on his shoulders. Even Voldemort had never done this!

Looking at Egg's little face with a gloomy expression, Snape slowly said after a while, "Take me there."

A few minutes later, Eggle rushed into the principal's office, with Snape following behind him.

Looking at the empty principal's office, Egg moved a chair and wanted to take the sorting hat off the tall cabinet.

Snape impatiently reached out and took off the Sorting Hat, obviously knowing the correct use of the hat.

Then Egg went to Fox on the shelf and stared at the red phoenix in front of him with burning eyes. "Shall I take you to play?"

Fox moved his paws, trying to get further away from this lunatic. However, before it could move further, Egger's naughty little hand grabbed its paws and lifted it upside down in his hand.

A panicked cry sounded, and Fox looked at the kid carrying him in humiliation.

It didn't dare to move. With its power, just flapping its wings could kill Egg.

Egg held it in his arms and smoothed its hair, "Be good, let's go and come back. I need your help."

Then, the students at Hogwarts saw Iger holding Fox in his arms, and Snape striding behind him with a broken hat in his hand. The two rushed into the girls' bathroom on the third floor...

Snape looked at Egg with an ugly face, his meaning was obvious, I want a reasonable explanation.

Egg scratched his head, turned to look at Snape, and said dryly, "Do you know Parseltongue?"

After a while, Egg was carried by Snape and followed him to the library.

Ignoring the surprised looks of Mrs. Pince and the students, Snape rushed into the area with Egg.

Snape's eyes quickly scanned the books on the shelf, and finally stopped on a "Book of Blood", then picked it up and left, leaving Mrs. Pince stunned for a moment.

In the principal's office, Snape flipped through the Book of Blood, opened a page, and then looked at Egg, "What words do you need?"

Egg looked at the book in his hand curiously, "Open it, and there is 'Talk to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Big Four'."

"What a bad taste..." Snape's voice was gloomy, holding a piece of parchment in his hand and planning to write something.

Egg nodded in agreement, "Yes, I think it's too shameless."

Looking at the obscure symbols on the book, although Iger didn't recognize them, they felt inexplicably familiar, as if they were children's books teaching literacy.

What's this? Phonetic symbols? He read it subconsciously, and a hoarse hiss came out of Egg's mouth.

Egger was surprised to find that he could understand the words on it and read it aloud? Do you have talent in this area?

He turned around to show off to Snape, but saw Snape staring at him blankly.

"What tricks are you... playing?" Snape's face turned obviously ugly, uglier than any time when Egg was angry with him, and there seemed to be a hint of panic mixed in with it.

"Isn't this the translated version?" Egger was stunned.

Snape turned the book forward a few pages with an ugly expression, and a line of titles appeared in front of Egg. Slytherin Bloodline, Parseltongue original text...

Egg's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at Snape beside him blankly, a little at a loss.

What kind of feelings is this not a translation? !

Although he has been in the UK for eight years, Egg's writing skills are obviously not that good compared to his spoken language. He thought he had read some strange writing somewhere.

"Are you a Parselmouth? Don't you know it?" Snape looked at Egg with a sullen face.

Egger was also confused for a while, "Why am I so awesome?"

"Answer my question!" Snape was immediately angry. Why the hell am I kidding you about such a serious matter?

"I don't know either!" Egger said dryly, frowning and thinking hard, "It shouldn't be, Voldemort and his family are all dead..."

Snape's two skinny hands immediately pressed down on Iger's shoulders, and stared at Iger with his eyes fixed on him. "Is it possible that you are his descendant?"

Egger waved his hand expressionlessly, "No way."

"The old woman in Hull said that I was picked up at the door of the orphanage. I am eight years old this year. Voldemort had not yet fallen when I was born. If I were of his blood, I would never show up at the door of the Muggle orphanage." Egger Explained "Also, as far as I know, Voldemort should have no children so far. Trust me, I know him better than you do."

Snape stared at Iger's eyes for a long time, and then slowly let go of Iger.

"It seems that this book is no longer needed." He threw the thick big book on the office table, picked up Iger like a chicken, and strode toward the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

Egg held Fawkes in his arms with a blank look on his face and swayed in Snape's hands. Not to mention, he felt it was quite fun.

As for Parseltongue, Egger doesn't care at all. Slytherin's blood has been passed down for thousands of years. God knows if there are any outsiders. And Parseltongue is not only Slytherin's specialty. Although it is said to be the ability of Slytherin blood, from Egger's current Everyone knows that many families in the magic world who have the blood of magical creatures have strange abilities.

Snake language? It’s not surprising that Slytherin is not the only one who plays with snakes. Xu Xian also dares to play with snakes, maybe there are more tricks...

Of course, that's what it says, but according to research, Slytherin's Parseltongue should be an awakened innate ability, just like Harry Potter's talent for playing with broomsticks. Some people must have awakened it over the thousands of years. , for example, Professor McGonagall can make cats listen to her, isn't the Dumbledore family also protected by phoenixes, Grindelwald can't do it.

According to Egger's guess, the reason why the pure-blood family is so fanatical may be because the bloodline of their ancestors contains some kind of ability. However, as the bloodline gradually becomes thinner, a group of idiots came up with the idea of ​​incest marriage to try to maintain it. I hope this bloodline ability can regain its glory one day...

e...is very good at controlling population...

"I remember Dumbledore seemed to also speak Parseltongue..." Iger chuckled. "Could he be Voldemort's real father?"

Snape didn't even look at him, and a gloomy voice sounded in Egg's ear, "Dumbledore knows Parseltongue, but he learned it himself. I also know that he can also speak mermaid and goblin, and various other things." Garbled language.”

"Ah... Si Guoyi..." Egg waved to a little Hufflepuff girl who was peeking at her in the distance. The little girl ran away in panic. Egg thought that Snape might have scared her.

Fox cooed dissatisfied in Egger's arms, and it seemed that he was still resentful of Egger's rude behavior.

"Here we are, open it." Snape casually put Iger down. Iger walked around several faucets in the bathroom and found a small snake on the side of one of the faucets.

"Open." Iger looked at the little snake. He was not yet able to use Parseltongue as he pleased, but Iger really felt it. He could say it at any time if he wanted to, instead of having to see it like Harry. Only snakes can talk.

There was a rumbling sound, and several pools split and suspended in mid-air, and a dark and bottomless pipe appeared in front of the two of them.

After looking at the dark pipe, Egg hugged Fox and jumped in without thinking. Snape subconsciously wanted to stop his reckless impulse, but was a step too late. In desperation, he had to jump along with him.

In the pipe, Egg's excited shouting came, and Snape's face turned dark.

What did he think he was doing? Slide?

When the two figures appeared at the bottom of the pipe, Snape looked at the green giant in front of him, his expression became even more ugly, and even a little distorted. Looking at the dozens and hundreds of meters long snake slough in front of him, Snape swore, If he listens to Egg's nonsense again, he will be a stinking idiot!

I didn’t say it was so big!

Snape didn't know that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened fifty years ago. In fact, Snape was still less than forty years old and was younger than Lucius Malfoy. He was the same age as James. By the time he went to school, the craze for secret rooms had subsided, and he just knew that such a place existed.

"What on earth is here?" Snape looked gloomy.

Egg looked at Snape and laughed, "A basilisk~ A thick and long basilisk!"

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