Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

Two hours later, when Hermione came all the way from the library to Hagrid's hut, she saw Egg sitting on Hagrid's shoulders and the two were singing loudly.

The little girl felt really bad, looking at the two of them, they were obviously drunk.

As soon as he saw Hermione entering the room, Egger immediately leaned over with a smile, a hint of rosy on his pale face, and kissed Hermione on the lips with a pop.

Hermione's face was burning, and her original anger because of Egg's drinking immediately dissipated.

Sitting uncomfortably on the shabby big bed in Hagrid's hut, Hermione swung her calves in striped stockings, not knowing what she was thinking, with a shy smile on her face.

On the side, Egger and Hagrid were still shouting and drinking, criticizing Voldemort from time to time.

"Village-level terrorist" Iger said with a big tongue, his head was dizzy.

"You self-righteous madman." Hagrid's face turned red and his black beetle-like eyes narrowed slightly. "If our Egg had been born fifty years earlier, what would have happened to him?"

"That's right." Iger giggled.

Hermione rolled her eyes silently, haha, man

When a few people arrived at the auditorium, the sky was already as dark as ink. The days in the second half of the year in the UK are very short, and the sky is usually very dark around five or six o'clock.

This year's Halloween seems to be more lively than last year, especially the pumpkin that Hagrid made. It is big enough for three or four people to sit in. Iger is still a little sober at this time. He looks at the big pumpkin with a smile and discusses with Hermione whether to make it or not. A pumpkin cart, Hermione spent a lot of effort to get Egg to the long table, and Neville on the side came over curiously.

"What's wrong with Egg?"

"Drinking too much" Hermione said angrily.

Egg shook his head and said, "I'm just a little dizzy because I didn't drink too much. Could you please help me get some iced lemon juice? Thank you."

Hermione snorted, reached into Iger's arms, took out a small bottle and drank it from Iger. Smoke suddenly whined out of Iger's ears like a steam train.

A burst of warmth came over, and Egg's originally pale face turned red. The smell of alcohol on his body disappeared immediately, and he looked at Hermione energetically, "You are really my caring little panties."

Hermione's face turned red with anger and she turned her head embarrassedly. Then she saw Fred and George winking at each other not far away. She snorted, grabbed a piece of baked potato and took a bite. "You can drink so much again." , I don’t care about you.”

"Well, what about Harry and Ron? Why didn't he come?" Egg forcibly diverted Hermione's attention.

"I just heard him say in the common room that he was going to attend Nick's death anniversary party," Neville said softly, "I don't know if they are going to celebrate or mourn."

"Maybe it's a celebration," Egg said with some suspicion. "The ghosts' death anniversary party is not fun at all. I attended the Fat Monk's last year. God, it was a nightmare."

"Hundreds of ghosts were crowded into a small ballroom. The room was freezing cold. If you accidentally walked through any ghost, it would be like pouring a bucket of cold water on your head." Egg's ears were still smoking, and his mouth was filled with smoke. He muttered, "They will also talk about how they died and the year they died. The youngest ghost I saw was when he was studying the toilet, he cast a spell on the toilet, and he accidentally drowned in the toilet. Until he became a ghost with a transparent toilet hanging from his head."

Hermione on the side couldn't help but giggle after listening to Egger's words, and rolled her eyes coquettishly.

In front of the auditorium, a dozen pale skeletons were dancing. This was the skeleton dance group scheduled by Dumbledore. There were students cheering around from time to time. Fred was dragging a skeleton and trying to throw Libator fireworks into his mouth. , only to be glared back by Professor McGonagall.

Snape was wearing a very fancy dress today. It was a big black robe. There were red auspicious clouds floating on the robe. That's right. Egg had specially customized the Akatsuki uniform version of the wizard's robe at Madam Malkin two days ago. Don't mention it. The red clouds floating here and there are quite beautiful.

There was a lively noise in the auditorium, and then the door was opened, and Ron and Harry walked to the Gryffindor table with pale faces.

"It seems that Nick's dinner didn't bring you any happiness." Egg looked at the two of them happily and asked. "Two nights ago, I saw Dobby and the others working hard to stink up a large plate of sheep's offal, and The peanuts were so moist that I hoped they would get moldy, so I figured they must be food from Nick’s dinner party.”

"You guessed it right." Harry's face turned pale and he retched from time to time. "Can you cast a spell on my feet? They're almost frozen."

"I suggest you drink some mead, and I'll cast a warming spell on you." Egg quickly stopped when he saw Hermione's eyes next to him, and tapped the two people's heads with his wand. Harry suddenly felt warm all over his body. , couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

At night, the unfinished banquet was still going on in the Gryffindor common room. Egg held down a salamander, and Fred stuffed a few hard-drawn fireworks into the salamander's mouth. As soon as Egg let go, the salamander suddenly flew into the air. It rose up and roared over the common room. There was another burst of cheers in the room. The crackling fireworks all over the room caused bursts of screams. In the end, the salamander was like a deflated It shot into the fireplace like a balloon.

"We need some more mead," shouted Fred, standing slutty on a chair in his Quidditch uniform.

"Who wants to have some late-night snacks?" George roared with excitement. Arms were raised all around, and the twin brothers looked at Egg expectantly.

Egg sighed helplessly. Judging from the appearance of the two brothers, they probably wouldn't go to the kitchen in person. He had no choice but to say hello to the two of them and turned around and left the common room.

A few minutes later, a black cat stalked silently in the corridor of the castle. A sound of scolding and sobbing came from not far away. Egger ran to the corner and stretched his head out of curiosity.

"I told you, I have been studying with Professor Flitwick. The professor allowed me to go back to the common room later." A little blond girl wiped her tears while sobbing. Egg looked at the other person's uniform. It was Slater. Lin's college.

"I don't believe it," Filch shouted rudely with his eyes wide open. "Don't even think about escaping punishment. I should hang you students who violated the rules on the roof of the shed and whip them with iron whips. Unfortunately, I won't let you do it now. Just wait." All right"

As he spoke, Filch reached out and pulled the girl's hair, trying to drag her to Snape's office.

"Wait a minute." Egger walked out leisurely, looking at Filch and frowning slightly.

"Ah, another little bitch wandering at night." Filch looked at Egg happily.

"Keep your mouth clean, you're just a squib, who gave you the confidence to scold me?" Egg's face suddenly darkened, he stepped forward and slapped Filch on the face.

"How dare you hit me?" Filch covered his face and roared. His eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to reach out to catch Iger, but then he retracted his hand in fear. Iger was right, he was a squib, at best. I can only rely on the professor's face and pretend to be powerful.

"The whole castle belongs to me, and I'm also the acting professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Egg snorted, "Why don't I dare to hit you with a squib to provoke the wizard? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Egg narrowed his eyes and looked at Filch. "I have no right to decide whether the professors stay or go, but I want to easily get rid of a squib who is cleaning the wall and watching the night. Filch, are you too self-righteous?"

Filch looked at Egger in panic, his lips trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You can't do this."

"Why can't I?" Iger sneered, looking at Filch with sinister eyes, and said in a gloomy and fast tone, "I hope you can understand the truth. What I hate most is the kind of people who hate others who are mean and dark. As long as you still In the castle of Hogwarts, then I need to let you understand whose name is on the title deed of the castle. Watch the night and arrest the people. If I find you cursing and touching the students again, I will not I will tell you to get out, but I will let you die here. Hogwarts is a large area, and it is more than enough to bury a thousand squibs. Do you understand, Mr. Filch?"

At this time, Egger looked very much like Snape. Filch's heart suddenly jumped when he saw Egger's gloomy and cruel look. He took a few steps back timidly, and finally realized something.

From the beginning to the end, he has always been the one who can be exploited by mercenaries. Any graduate has the ability to kill him without any effort.

Looking at Filch running away in a hurry, Egg sneered, turned to look at the Slytherin blond girl next to him and smiled, "Why don't you go back now, Miss Greengrass?"

Egg remembers this little girl, a freshman who just entered school this year. She is very studious and beautiful. She is a typical pure-blood and advocate of pure-blood supremacy. However, her seriousness in learning and well-behaved personality make her pretty good. More favorable.

"Thank you, Mr. Morrises." The little girl bowed to Egg, wiped her tears, turned around and ran away in a hurry.

The black kitten continued to swim at night, and when he had not gone far, he saw Filch walking out of Professor McGonagall's office with a disgraced face. Professor McGonagall's scolding could be vaguely heard in the office.

Egg couldn't help but want to laugh. Although Professor McGonagall was very strict with students, he was not strictly a student now. He had many excuses even for night walks, not to mention that he owned the entire castle.

Another point is that Professor McGonagall has always looked down on Filch, not because of his status as a squib, but because of his dark psychology. Among all the professors, even Professor Sprout, who has the best temper, dislikes him. , God knows how he survived as a squib among a group of wizards who may become very outstanding in the future. The graduates did not come to kill him, which puzzled Egg very much.

Seeing Filch's wilted look, Egger sneered, meowing and singing, and ran to the kitchen. With the warm hospitality of a group of elves, Egger returned with a lot of food.