Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

"Roweina has appeared, Godric must have his own personality left behind." In the principal's room, Slytherin looked at Egg with a sure look on his face.

"Are you sure?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"I'm not sure." Slytherin laughed twice: "Rowena said she didn't know anything."

Egg curled his lips: "Then you are talking nonsense"

Slytherin: ""

The door to the principal's office was pushed open, and Dumbledore came in with Fudge and some well-dressed people.

"Ah Egg, it's really great that you are here." Dumbledore glanced at Egg happily: "There happens to be something about the Triwizard Tournament. Do you want to know about it?"

Egg turned his head and looked at Dumbledore curiously: "What's the matter?"

"Some things about the competition events. The three we have initially decided on are fire dragon, underwater person search and maze." Fudge looked at Egg and said.

Egg blinked, it seemed that these three items were included in the original work

In other words, these Ministry of Magic cadres just laid down the initial plan so casually.

Then why are you asking me?

Egg frowned slightly: "Is it a fire dragon?"

"Just let them take something away from the fire dragon. It won't be too dangerous." Fudge interrupted Egger and assured him.

He suddenly felt that Iger was not so bad. At least Iger would still consider the players.

"Isn't it too simple?" Iger raised his eyelids.

Fudge: ""

Damn it, you are so cruel.

"Ahem, I think it should be okay, it's not too simple." Fudge looked at Egg awkwardly, muttering in his heart.

at least i can't

"I think it's still a bit too simple." Egg spread his hands: "Just lure them away after the fire dragon. You can use gill grass underwater. The maze is all about luck. Whoever runs faster will win the championship. My results are like this Even if you can think of things, you look down on these proud men too much."

A group of people watched Ige fall into silence. The proud man of heaven does not have the unreasonable strength like you.

But even so, they still think what Egger said makes sense, but this competition has not been held for seven hundred years, and no one knows what the specific process is.

"Then what suggestions do you have?" Dumbledore looked at Egg curiously.

Egger smiled, very happily.

I asked you not to play with me. In this case, you don’t even want to have fun.

"I still have a clear understanding of the strength of the students I have taught. They can even use the Patronus Charm easily, let alone ordinary defense against black magic." Egger shook his head: "The fire dragon is fine, but what if the warrior is a road idiot when searching for people underwater?"

Dumbledore: ""

"Some people can't tell the difference between south, south and north on the shore, let alone in the water. In the eyes of a road idiot, the same place is different during the day and at night, and between summer and winter." Iger spread his hands: "If you have to find someone, I am willing to provide the Forbidden Forest to everyone for free. What do you think?"

Fudge: ""

This guy really did it on purpose.

He wanted to commit murder, right?

"Where's the maze?" Dumbledore looked at Egg with interest.

"What's the use of that thing to sell visiting tickets?" Iger curled his lips: "Isn't it a competition of strength? If you do something bad, you have to enter the maze."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Fudge looked at Egg helplessly.

To be honest, he really didn't want to talk to Egg, but the other party's identity was too sensitive. He was a powerful group of landlords in Hogwarts. The most important thing was that the other party was still unreasonable.

"It's simple, just challenge it to one another. If you stand at the end, you will be the winner." Iger waved his hand and said, "Isn't it a fight for hegemony? Let's fight for it."

""

In the end, Iger's proposal was rejected by everyone. According to Fudge, it was too outrageous.

However, even though the proposal for the third level was rejected, the second level of searching for people in the Forbidden Forest was retained, but the task of communicating with the creatures in the Forbidden Forest was left to Egg and Hagrid.

Iger didn't find it troublesome. No matter how ferocious the creature was, he was as docile as a kitten in front of Iger. This job was stress-free.

"I think next year's semi-finals are wrong, now they are the semi-finals." Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "Next year's competition may be the most exciting one in history."

"It's more than interesting." The portrait of Dai Lisi on the wall smiled cheerfully: "You know, the competition has been suspended for more than years. It's a pity that I couldn't see it while I was alive."

Fudge looked at Dai Lisi's portrait and smiled respectfully: "The prize we prepared for the competition this time is one thousand galleons, I think."

"Only a thousand Galleons" Egg's voice sounded again, and Fudge very much hoped that a thunderbolt would drop and kill this bastard at this time.

"That's too stingy. It's only worth two Firebolts." Egg curled his lips.

"With all due respect, a thousand Galleons is already a very large sum." Beside Fudge, a fat lady with a kind face smiled at Egg.

"Auntie, if I remember correctly, you are from the Kingsley family. Can't a Kingsley family afford several thousand galleons? Please, our British Ministry of Magic is obviously the organizer. Don't be so petty. How about China's eight directions guard one? The monthly salary is more than galleons, and their mortality rate is not that high." Egg spread his hands and said, "I don't like the competition, although I don't like it."

Everyone in the room suddenly curled their lips in secret.

"Although I don't like it, this is also a game where students risk their lives." Egg grinned: "You can just pay a thousand galleons."

"Then how much do you want to say?" Fudge felt a toothache.

"The first place is three thousand galleons, and the other three are each one thousand galleons." Egger clapped his fingers and raised five fingers leisurely.

"Five thousand Galleons" Fudge was stunned.

Egg's eyes suddenly twitched: "Six thousand, big brother"

"But you clearly raised five fingers." Fudge's eyes looked a little aggrieved.

"Nonsense, I only have five fingers on one hand, okay?" Egg rolled his eyes after hearing this.

"Okay, let's not worry about the problem of fingers." Dumbledore pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet: "The question now is, who will pay for the money?"

The room suddenly fell into silence.

The people from the Ministry of Magic looked at Fudge, Fudge looked at Iger, and Iger turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: ""

Looking at Egg's pure and innocent eyes, Dumbledore's heart seemed to twitch.

My child, can you please tell me the area of ​​​​my psychological shadow?

"Alas" Iger sighed: "Since you are all so reluctant, I'll pay for it."

As he said that, Egg raised his chin toward Dumbledore provocatively: "But let's agree first. Since I paid the bonus, I must be allowed to advertise my store. During this period, during non-school hours, the school Students must not be prevented from using our products."

Dumbledore hesitated, then nodded: "Well, I think as long as it's not too much, there's no problem."

"In addition, we need to advertise during the game." Iger snapped his fingers: "We need to hang our store's slogan."

"That's no problem." Dumbledore nodded.

The knowledgeable old man still knows the concept of sponsors.

Fudge and his group left happily.

The matter has been settled, and the process is expected to be officially launched when school starts in the second half of the year.

"Gu" Fox huddled on the shelf and looked at Egg timidly.

"Something's not right with you lately. I know a good veterinarian who is my mother's friend. Do you want to go have a look?" Iger looked at Fox with side eyes.

"No" Fox flapped his wings and flew away.

"I think the reason why something is wrong with him is because of the little phoenix you brought back." Dumbledore's cheerful voice sounded.

Egger: ""

"So I can understand that he is feeling spring-struck." Iger blinked.

"Of course, just like a restless teenager." Dumbledore nodded: "But Fox seems to be a little frustrated. The little phoenix from the East seems to be very dissatisfied with him, making him frustrated again and again."

"It's normal. That bird didn't even bother me before." Iger curled his lips: "Okay, you dare to pry the corner of the wall under my nose."

Fox didn't hear it and flew out of the window.

"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore looked at Egg.

Egger was stunned: "What to do?"

"About the semi-finals." Dumbledore looked directly at Egg, his sharp eyes pointing directly at people's hearts.

"What can I do?" Iger curled his lips, looking like you are really interesting.

"Don't say that, kid. In my impression, you have never been willing to suffer losses." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "Let me think about it, if you don't plan to take action on the game, then the only thing I can think of is to make you a sure profit. The only way to avoid losing money is to be the banker. If possible, I hope you will help me put down three hundred galleons for each player, regardless of the odds. To be honest, I think it should be enough for my pension."

Egger: ""

"You are not actually Dumbledore's, right?" Egg narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man with the white beard in front of him, and fiercely grabbed the other man's beard: "Goblin, hand over Dumbledore quickly."

Dumbledore: ""

There was an embarrassing silence in the air, and then Dumbledore slowly said: "There is one more thing."

"Say" Iger sat on the soft chair with a stinking face. He was not happy about Dumbledore's approach of lowering the odds.

"I will put an age limit next to the Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore said softly.

"Hy" Iger frowned: "You don't feel at ease with me here."

"Forgive me, this may make the two little monkeys of the Weasley family unhappy, but I have to do it." Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"But you have to know that if you are selected by the Goblet of Fire, it means that person has such strength, regardless of age." Egg shook his head slightly, and he disapproved of Dumbledore's actions.

"Yeah, I know." Dumbledore nodded: "But strength doesn't mean everything, Egg. I'm pretty sure you are weaker than me now, but what I can guarantee is that if the two of us fight to the death, we will lose. It will definitely be you."

Egger was silent, he knew that Dumbledore was right.

"Many factors will affect the performance of the warriors, the two most important ones: mentality and experience." Dumbledore stood up and looked at Egg: "I know whether it is Harry Ron or the twins, maybe in your The strength has improved rapidly under the guidance, but I don’t want them to take this risk.”

Egger leaned on the soft chair, tapping the armrest with his fingers, and then shook his head: "Forgive me, Professor, I still don't agree with your idea."

"Why?" Dumbledore looked at Egg with interest.

"They are about to be fourteen years old, but the Goblet of Fire is held every five years. I mean, if they miss this opportunity, they will never have a glorious time again. Whose youth is not crazy about Professor" Egg Station He stood up and looked at Dumbledore and laughed.

"It will be their regret if they cannot participate, but Professor" Egg narrowed his eyes: "You know what regret feels like."

"But children who participate in the competition like this may die." Dumbledore said with a trace of hesitation on his face.

"Let's make a hypothetical professor." Egger walked slowly and gestured with his hands: "To give you the simplest example, what would you do if you were their age?"

Dumbledore didn't speak. Outside the window, Fox was choking and didn't dare to enter the house because of Egger's presence.

After a long while, Dumbledore nodded slowly: "You are right, maybe I am really too old."

Egg spread his hands: "Once in a lifetime, I think those boys will like it. Even if they are not selected, I don't think it will make them regret."

"Iger" Dumbledore didn't seem to hear what Iger said: "You have to promise me to protect them."

"Of course, I will." Egg nodded.

"Make sure they all survive." Dumbledore looked at Egg with deep eyes: "You know, those projects are not as easy as you just said."

"Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in heaven." Egg's lips curled up: "Have you heard of this sentence, Professor? I will do my best to protect them, but I cannot guarantee that there will be no casualties."

Dumbledore looked hesitant: "But this is it"

"It's nothing, old man." Egg waved his hand: "You have to walk your own road. The only thing we have to do is to make it clear beforehand the danger of this matter and ensure that the students can think twice before acting. This is the best way to protect their lives." Responsible."

Dumbledore's face looked haggard, and it seemed that he still felt unsure about Egger's words.

"The flowers in the greenhouse may be beautiful, but the roses that grow against the wind and rain are the healthiest." Iger shook his head: "I will do my best to ensure their life safety, don't worry."

Dumbledore nodded slowly: "In that case, I'll leave it to you, little egg."

"Don't call me little egg" Egg shouted angrily.

嘭

The door to the principal's office was closed, and Dumbledore leaned quietly on his chair, his long beard twitching slightly: "I am indeed old."

"That's enough. This isn't the first time you've said this. Damn it, you said it thirty years ago." Phineas shouted angrily, "Why do you live so long? Forget it." He must be over a hundred years old.”

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Ah, yes, speaking of it, I drank the elixir once."

"How does it taste?" Delis looked at Dumbledore curiously.

"To be honest, it's not that great." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully: "It's a bit of water squeezed out of the quilt that covers the smell."

"Ugh, that's disgusting" Phineas looked disgusted.

"You should pray that he lives longer." In the portrait on the side, Slytherin opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Phineas: "If he is dead, it means that the boy is not far away from entering the principal's office."

Phineas was stunned: "I think you should drink a little more."