Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

"What does he look like?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Not as handsome as me..." Iger smiled smugly. "A bit feminine, with long hair. It feels like a high-end version of Draco. He is very arrogant, but not the kind of arrogance that is proud. It is very complicated. It was a portrait of him when he was eighteen years old, and it didn’t make much sense to me. Of course, if it looked like the statue in the secret room, that would be another matter..."

Hermione nodded clearly. She knew Egg very well. After saying so much, the first sentence was the key point.

There were two kinds of people in Hermione's eyes, Egg and the others.

There are also two types of people in Egger's eyes, those who are not as good-looking as him and those who are as good-looking as him...

There is no way, the Appearance Association is so realistic.

Fred and George ran over happily and sat happily on the soft chairs opposite Iger.

"We are thinking that since Slytherin can keep his portrait, there is no reason why Gryffindor should not keep it." Fred said excitedly.

"Oh, forgive me, man, I really don't know. To be honest, I never thought that Slytherin's portrait would still exist." Egger smiled bitterly and shook his head.

On the other side of the lounge, Lee Jordan was painstakingly composing a rap for Gryffindor, hoping to overwhelm Slytherin's arrogance in terms of rap.

Egg sometimes feels that Li is quite fascinated. He likes everything, but especially singing, dancing, rap, and Quidditch...

At every Quidditch match of any year, you can see him sitting next to Professor McGonagall as a Quidditch commentator. In fact, he has always planned to be a Quidditch commentator after graduation. He says this in every game. He can watch it for free...

"The whole school is going crazy, let's see what those bastards from Ilvermorny say this time!" George's ears turned red with excitement.

"What does this have to do with Ilvermorny?" Egg looked at George with some confusion.

"Don't you know? The aunt of the founder of Ilvermorny is a direct descendant of Slytherin, and the wand of the founder Aesop Thrall is the wand of Salazar Slytherin. Those pretentious guys have always Think they are the authentic Slytherins..." Fred raised his eyebrows, "American wizards have always been rampant and seem to think they are the most powerful beings in the world. In fact, just a few decades ago, the United States The wizard is still being hunted, and the tribal savages behind the group..."

Egger really doesn't know anything about this. He only knows a few people about the history of magic, and he doesn't know much about the rest.

study hard? Are you kidding me, I already slept enough in Professor Binns's class...

I don’t know why, even the Weasley family generally doesn’t have a high opinion of American wizards. The British wizarding community generally thinks of American wizards as being backward, ignorant, and a series of derogatory terms, and has a discriminatory mentality, just like the United States. The magic I learned was like giving it through the cracks of their fingers...

"What we mean is... no matter how annoying those Slytherin bastards are, they are from Hogwarts after all." George spread his hands reluctantly. "As for Slytherin orthodoxy, it has always been The two schools are facing serious tit-for-tat issues, so we students from Hogwarts have never had a good impression of Ilvermorny..."

The relationship between the British magic world and the American magic world is very strange. It is like a competition between the old nobles and the emerging forces. Each side refuses to admit that the other is better than themselves.

In particular, coupled with the long-standing historical issues between the two schools, students from the two countries looked at each other very differently.

"I'm glad you have such a big heart." Egg looked at the twins in front of him cheerfully. "At least you can recognize that we are one."

"Stop making trouble, we are not a whole, we are Gryffindor of Hogwarts and Slytherin of Hogwarts. They have nothing to do with each other, okay?" Fred said nonsense with his eyes open.

"After all, we are still short of a Gryffindor portrait..." George smacked his lips with regret, then reached out and patted Iger on the shoulder, "Keep up the good work!"

Why the hell do I keep on working hard? Do you think the portrait is like Chinese cabbage?

For several days, the Daily Prophet was flying like snowflakes in England, and wizards throughout the UK were proud of it. No matter how much people criticized the dark wizards who came out of Slytherin, it did not stop the wizards from criticizing Slytherin. Portrait of passion.

In the principal's room, Dumbledore happily read the newspaper while holding a cup of black tea. Then he raised his head with a smile and looked at the portrait on the wall.

"Salazar, you have become a mascot..." Dumbledore said looking very happy.

The relationship between the old man and Slytherin was pretty good. At least in the past few days, Dumbledore had begun to unilaterally call Slytherin by his Christian name.

"I heard... that one of my descendants also founded a magic school with my wand?" Slytherin heard this and turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Ah... yes, Ilvermorny in the United States is a very good magic school. Of course, it can't be compared with Hogwarts..." Perhaps it was because he had been with Iger for too long, and Dumbledore would occasionally be a little petty. Brag a lot.

"Where is America?" Slytherin looked at Dumbledore with interest and asked curiously.

"..."

Dumbledore was speechless for a moment.

Ilvermorny was founded in the th century, so it is only over years ago.

The man in front of me is an old monster from a thousand years ago. When he was alive, there was no trace of America...

How do I explain this? Start with the founding of the United States?

Dumbledore was thinking slightly awkwardly, hoping to give Slytherin a simple and easy-to-understand explanation.

Egger didn't know Dumbledore's situation. He felt a little tired and panicked now. There were so many things that had happened recently that Egger couldn't even sort them out.

But the only thing that can be confirmed is that it is getting closer and closer to the end of the semester, and soon he should be watching a group of students conquer the Basilisk on the Quidditch pitch.

When the final exam is over, I will be pitifully driven to Albania by Dumbledore to catch rare beasts...

Iger felt something was wrong. He should be enjoying life!

Why did you suddenly start to get busy?

The main problem is that I still don’t know where I am busy...

Many people have experienced this situation. They feel tired and busy every day. When they think about it carefully, they don’t know where they are tired or busy.

Egg thinks that after he catches Voldemort during his vacation this year, he should take a good rest and prepare for retirement.

As for Voldemort's subsequent resurrection and slaughter, that is what Dumbledore should consider...

At night, in the quiet bedroom, Egger fiddled with the crown in his hand absentmindedly, hoping to find clues to Ravenclaw.

Next to him, Guoba lay sleeping with his little head exposed in the bag on Ke Ke's belly. Ke Ke slept comfortably on Egg's pillow, leaning against the soft pillow from time to time.

"Extraordinary wisdom is the most precious wealth of mankind..." Egger softly read the letters on the golden crown and sighed dejectedly.

Regarding Slytherin's request, Egger took it quite seriously. Aside from the touching nature of the story itself, the existence of the portraits of Gryffindors was also a very precious thing. If he really had one, it would be It is an eternal treasure of Hogwarts.

In the end, Egger still loves this place deeply, even though he is a little greedy.

The stars in the night sky outside the house shone dappledly into the room, reflecting diagonally on Iger's face. Iger reluctantly stuffed the crown into my clothes bag, and Iger tossed and turned on the bed without a clue.

The harder it is to figure out the answer to some things, the more annoying it becomes, especially things that people care about.

Maybe I should go to Ravenclaw and see if there are any clues?

Thinking of this, Egg wandered out of the tower in his pajamas and barefoot, and came all the way to the door of the Ravenclaw Tower. In the darkness, his curious eyes examined the bronze raven in front of him.

If the only thing in Ravenclaw that Iger can associate with besides the crown is the dead raven in front of him.

Alchemy products with their own thinking are not that cheap. For example, the Three Broomsticks bar has been operating for so many years, but it just hangs a few of the cheapest three pig heads on the door. The kind of stupid things that look like personality disorders are on the market. They can all be sold for quite a lot of money…

The most important thing is that the raw material of the three pig heads is the product of a dead person's head after a series of processing and personality addition.

The three pig heads are so expensive, so there is no reason why this dead raven has no value at all.

"Do you know the news about Ravenclaw?" Egg asked softly.

"I am a door knocker." The raven on the door knocker is vivid, but the voice does not contain a trace of emotion. Compared with the talkative Sorting Hat, the door knocker in front of him is obviously more inhumane.

"Can I go in and have a look?" Egger tentatively looked at the bronze door knocker in front of him.

"What should I do if a needle falls into the sea?" Dead Raven didn't give him any face.

"Buy another one?" Egg looked tentatively at the raven in front of him.

"Take advantage." Dead Raven finally opened the door.

This is Egg's first time coming to the Ravenclaw common room. Compared to the red Gryffindor, the blue Ravenclaw lounge feels more refreshing and transparent.

It was a large circular room with elegant arched windows and blue and bronze silk hangings, unlike the warm tapestries in the Gryffindor common room.

The dark blue carpet is dotted with stars. Looking at it, it seems like you are stepping on the starry sky. Existing in the starry sky with Egg are tall bookshelves.

In the niche opposite the door is a white marble bust of Rowena Ravenclaw. The milky white stone statue emits a glowing light under the stars at night.

Looking at the stone statue in front of him, Egger stepped forward curiously, took out the crown from his arms and gently placed it on Ravenclaw's head.

But nothing happened...

The common room was as quiet as ever. From time to time, kittens raised by girls passed by and rubbed against Egg's trousers.

There was a dull sound of opening the door, followed by a somewhat suppressed snicker, followed by a frightened intake of breath. A few girls sneaked in through the hole. Egg turned around and saw that Qiu and Zhang were panicking. Look at yourself.

"Night trip?" Iger looked at the pile of small cakes in Qiu Zhang's arms. Several girls behind him looked at Iger with some trembling eyes.

"Mr. Mori...Sess..." Qiu Zhang looked at Aige tremblingly.

"Don't be afraid, I often do that too, it's okay, I don't care." Egg spread his hands, turned his head and continued to look at the statue in front of him, hoping to find some clues.

Seeing that Iger didn't care, several girls became bolder. They gathered around Iger and asked questions. Iger felt that he was at the peak of his life, because just now a girl took advantage of him and touched him while he wasn't paying attention. Hit his butt...

"Ege, why are you here?" Qiu Zhang approached Ige with a somewhat delighted expression. Girls in this era have not yet been influenced by the era of information explosion, and they all yearn for stories about beauties and heroes, hoping to Find yourself a husband that only exists in stories.

He didn't know if Iger was that kind of heroic figure, but that didn't matter, at least in the eyes of these girls, he was.

"I...there are some things..." Egg held his chin and thought, then turned to look at the girls beside him, "Have you ever heard of the legend of Ravenclaw? For example, what things were left behind?"

"Of course it is the crown. It is said that it has been missing for a thousand years..." Qiu Zhang said without hesitation, and then he saw Ige stuffing the crown on the head of the statue into his arms with a calm face, facing a room full of dancing eyes. Son, Ige looked at Qiu Zhang and said, "It's okay, you can continue."

I said your mother is so tall!

A group of girls were breathing so hard that their chests almost exploded.

"What was that just now?" Qiu Zhang stared at Ige with a fiery look on his face.

"Well...Ravenclaw's crown." Egg tilted his head. "Don't worry about those details. Just go on, what else? If she left her own personality, where would it most likely be?"

Qiu Zhang took a breath with excitement, "I don't know about Egg, but what I can be sure of is that if Ravenclaw left her own personality, it would definitely be in this castle, because according to some history For the record, the castle at Hogwarts was designed by Ravenclaw, and she is the one who knows the castle best."

Egg nodded slightly. He had heard about this statement, but it was just unofficial history and there was no conclusive evidence.

But thinking that the portraits of Slytherin were painted with the help of Ravenclaw... Iger thinks this unofficial history is quite credible.

"So...about the crown..." Qiu Zhang looked at Iger with some expectation, biting his lip slightly and moved closer to Iger, "I mean...are you going to help us find the portrait of Ravenclaw?"

The girls behind Qiu Zhang smiled ambiguously and walked towards the dormitory calmly.

Iger is very charming, Iger knows it.

But Iger doesn’t think he’s yet at the point where when his cat body shakes, the girl will run over and shake with him.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward. Apart from two or three kittens wandering at night, there were only two living people in the empty lounge.

Qiu Zhang's face was a little red, and even in the night, Iger could clearly see the blush on Qiu Zhang's face.

"Ege, I..." Qiu Zhang looked at Ige hesitantly, not knowing what to say, and then gently moved a small step forward, his black eyes and Ige's blue eyes facing each other.

The two were so close that Iger could even smell the buttery smell of Qiuzhang's breath.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered that there is still chicken soup in the dormitory. It's getting late. You should go to bed quickly. Good night."

Seeing that the red little lips were about to touch her, Ige ran away in a swipe.

Oh, woman...

Want to seduce this baby? no way! I will not give you the crown!

If I find it on my own merit, it’s mine!

The door closed, and the atmosphere in the Ravenclaw Tower became eerily quiet. Behind the door of the women's dormitory corridor, a group of girls looked at each other, and Qiu Zhang looked a little embarrassed.

Qiu Zhang still has absolute confidence in his appearance. In fact, this is also the case. Basically, boys of all grades in various colleges have confessed to Qiu Zhang, but Qiu Zhang has never agreed until now.

As a result, people are disgusted today. He is still a boy who is one year younger than me. The most important thing is that this boy still has two things to do...

"Is there something wrong with me like this?" Qiu Zhang looked at his friends helplessly, "I mean, he and Granger..."

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