Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The spell Snape gave Iger tonight was simple.

Except your weapons...

The classic can't be more classic spell.

"All you have to do is lift the wand in my hand, but of course I won't let you lift it so easily." Snape stared at Iger: "I will resist your attack, when will you lift my wand, Tonight's class is over."

Snape's plan was to let Iger not think about going back to the bedroom to sleep. He planned to educate the rude boy in front of him.

"Except your weapon!" Iger pointed his wand sharply in his hand, Snape waved his hand, and a loud 'clang' sound blocked Iger's spell.

"Suddenly, a bit interesting, but obviously a lot worse." Snape's hand holding the wand was behind him, his wrists trembling slightly.

Looking at Iger in front of him, Snape roared in his heart.

What the **** is this? Getting hit by that spell will kill you, right? Avada doesn't have so much energy in life, right?

Does the Arvada version remove your weapon?

Suddenly, Dumbledore's description came to mind, that if the wizard who silently parasitized cast a spell, he would be much stronger than ordinary people by nature.

Snape felt that he understood now what the limit of this power was.

But the face has already been placed here, it is impossible for him to step on both feet by himself...

I swear, if I practice spells with him again, I'll be a **** troll...

Snape gritted his teeth inwardly, and Iger raised his wand again in front of him.

Snape was suddenly flustered, and hurriedly squatted down with his chest covered, his face very painful.

Iger was stunned for a while, and quickly stepped forward to help him: "What's the matter with you?"

Snape's face was gloomy and terrifying: "Old problem, you are very lucky, now you can go back, I need some medicine."

Iger looked at Snape with doubts in his heart, and saw that Snape quickly took out a small bottle from his robe and took a sip, and waved his hand for Iger to go out.

Depressed and unhappy, he returned to the common room. Iger was a little disturbed. He wanted to try out the power of your weapon impatiently. At the same time, it was also a little strange. The original book did not mention any hidden illnesses of Snape?

On the other side, in Dumbledore's office, Snape pushed open the door with an ugly face.

"Iger's business?" Dumbledore looked at Snape curiously.

Since Snape became Iger's spell teacher, Dumbledore felt that he came to see him significantly more often.

"That guy is a monster, Albus." Snape looked angrily at the old man in front of him: "The disarming spell released by an eight-year-old can blow up half a mountain! You never told me that it was such an exaggeration. !"

"Maybe my reminder was a little more subtle, but I thought you would be mentally prepared." Dumbledore chuckled: "I'm curious, how did you escape?"

"Felicity..." Snape said coldly with a sullen face.

"Hehehe..." Dumbledore looked very happy: "It's really worth it."

"His study must be limited. I don't think there are many people who can resist a spell of that intensity." Snape said with a cold face, "Have you ever seen a Muggle shell? That's how it feels."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "Don't forget your unbreakable oath, Sif, you can't refuse his request, even if he wants to learn the Killing Curse."

Snape obviously regretted it, he paced back and forth with some hesitation, and then looked at Dumbledore with burning eyes.

"Can you guarantee that he won't be the next Dark Lord?"

Dumbledore nodded as a matter of course: "Of course, I guarantee that the child has higher pursuits than Voldemort."

"Don't mention that name!" Snape waved his hand impatiently, and after thinking about it, he turned around and left the principal's office.

"It's shameful to scare a child like that." In the portrait on the wall, Phineas began to chatter again.

Dumbledore shook his head and retorted: "We all know the power of the silent one, Phineas, even I can't guarantee 100% that I can subdue the silent one."

Phineas closed his eyes and did not refute. In the corner of the office, Fox made a 'goo~' sound and seemed to agree with Dumbledore's words.

…

Half a month passed quickly, Iger wandered around the campus all day, riding Buckbeak to Black Lake to catch fish and eating, and occasionally went to the offices of Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, Learn some useful spells from them.

The professors at the school were also very happy to see Iger's eagerness to learn, and they were all generous with advice. Iger did not disappoint these teachers, and quickly absorbed the knowledge he had learned.

At least now Iger has been able to perform Transfiguration at will. Of course, it is only for some simple transformations, and it can turn the bench into a chair, but there is no way to carve patterns on the chair. Occasionally, some patterns can be formed, but Far from what Iger expected.

Iger has been thinking about transforming Snape's face that has been stretched out for thousands of years on the stool, and then sits on it...

After half a month of tossing, Iger also got to know all the teachers in the school, including Professor Quirrell...①

At this time, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had not yet become a high-risk occupation in people's mouths. According to a little lion, Snape had been thinking about Professor Quirrell's position for several years...

Iger was a little surprised. He thought that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had been changed every year from the beginning. Think about it too, if it is really a year for a fool to apply for a job.

Iger thinks that's fine, at least now Quirrell doesn't have a silly headscarf wrapped around his head, and there is no garlic smell in the classroom, and he still looks quite capable and refreshing.

Looking at the sunny sunshine at noon, Iger walked towards the auditorium. It was lunch time and there were many students in the auditorium.

Just sitting on the chair, outside the small window above the auditorium, a large group of owls flew in. One of the owls let out a strange laugh, causing the little wizards to look at a loss.

Iger grinned and looked up, Lack was flying over with a long package.

Turning his head to look at the teacher's chair, Dumbledore blinked at Iger.

Iger felt a burst of joy in his heart, the old man really believed in credit!

"What is this?" Elsa looked at Iger's package curiously.

"A present for you." Iger tapped the wand on the package: "Relax!"

The package was opened, and a slender broom appeared in front of everyone.

"It's Nimbus 2001." An excited voice sounded from the side, and a brown-haired boy eagerly squeezed to Iger's side.

"Good afternoon, Oliver." Iger smiled.

The boy in front of him was named Oliver Wood, who was Harry's future Quidditch captain, but Wood was just in the second grade at this time, and he would not be able to advance to the fifth grade until Harry entered the school year.

"Can I touch it?" Wood looked at Iger expectantly.

Iger felt that the way he looked at the broom didn't look like a broom, but rather like looking at his wife...

"Of course..." Iger grinned and turned to look at Aisha, who was in tears with excitement: "How is it? This gift can be used as a deposit for your marriage, okay?"

"It's beautiful." Elsa laughed suddenly, reaching out and pinching Iger's little nose: "I'm not very good at riding a broom, it's a pity for me to give this gift, you can keep it, the boys who play Quidditch are the best Attract girls."

Iger grinned: "No, I will have better things in the future."

On the teacher's bench, the pudding on Dumbledore's spoon slammed onto the plate. His movements were a little stiff, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

"And I'm now learning to Apparate." Iger grinned.

"That's not an Iger you can learn at your age." Elsa suddenly frowned worriedly.

Iger shook his head: "I have to learn so that I can use it to release my restless magic."

Wood and a group of young lions were still excitedly watching the broom. Wood was at a loss with excitement and looked at Iger with a flushed face: "Iger, can I have a test flight?"

"Of course." Iger nodded, and Wood rushed out with a broom in his arms, followed by a large group of little wizards.

Iger didn't care about their test flight. After lunch, Iger ran to Hogsmeade, and Snape was waiting impatiently under a big tree.

"Too slow." Snape glanced at Iger.

Iger grinned: "You can't be a man too fast."

Snape looked ugly, why the **** should I talk to him?

"Goal, determination, calmness, the three-D principle, don't make me repeat it, you know how to do it." Snape waved his wand, and a stone on the ground turned into a circular wooden ring.

Snape looked at Iger: "Concentrate your attention, make up your mind that you must reach your destination, and let this thought spread from your mung bean-like brain to your whole body."

With the wand in his hand pointing at the ring on the ground, Snape continued, "Then, spin, and feel like you've become nothing."

Iger took a deep breath, trying not to let himself think about the pain of splitting. He focused on the wooden circle in the distance. Iger turned his footsteps and spun quickly.

The feeling of being deformed, squeezed, and relieved filled his mind again. Iger didn't dare to be distracted, and the circular wooden ring was firmly locked in his mind.

Immediately, there was a 'pop' sound, and Iger apparated into the wooden circle.

In Iger's previous position, a strand of blond hair fluttered down.

"Split, failed attempt." The tip of Snape's wand picked up the hair that fell on the spot, and looked at Iger with a cold face: "If you come here so many times, maybe you will ask me for hair growth potion? I I don't want to spend time cooking the useless stuff, I just throw it all away when I get back to school."

Iger was slightly panting. The first independent Apparition had a big impact on him: "You should keep it. I think your greasy hair may need to be maintained with a hair growth potion."

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth..." Snape felt that his resistance to Iger's poisonous tongue had improved a lot, and then he waved his wand, and another wooden circle appeared in front of Iger: "One more time, if you still have energy. ."

Iger waved his hand and panted heavily: "It's okay, it's just a little dizzy, it's good to get used to it."

Saying that, Iger stared at the wooden circle in the distance again, turned around under his feet, and there was a slight explosion in the air, and Iger returned to his previous position.

Snape looked at Iger's position before moving with anticipation, but unfortunately he didn't see anything falling this time, Snape was a little disappointed.

"I succeeded?" Iger was a little excited.

Snape turned and left with a blank face: "Reluctantly."

Iger looked at the wand in his hand, and grinned with joy. The gate of the orphanage flashed in his mind. Iger spun again, and the air exploded. A few seconds later, Iger appeared at the gate of the orphanage.

"Old lady Hull? Mr. Egger is back~" Egger rushed into the dilapidated room excitedly, but the room was empty, and some old objects disappeared. It seemed that the welfare home was merged.

Iger looked at the empty room, and sat on the steps of the door with his knees in his arms, feeling a little lost. He was in a complicated mood.

"Flocks of birds..." Iger shook the wand in his hand, and a few birds jumped out from the tip of the wand, whirling around Iger.

A burst of loneliness struck, and for the first time Iger felt what emptiness was.

There was an explosion behind him, and Iger didn't need to look back to know who it was.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, for making me sad for a while..." Iger didn't look back, his eyes were dull looking at the dilapidated small yard in front of him.

"It seems that Mr. Poison Egg is a little sad?" Dumbledore's old voice did not appear in his imagination, and Snape's low-pitched whisper came from his ear.

Iger looked at Snape in surprise: "Why are you? How did you know about this place?"

"Experienced wizards will find the traces of Apparition in the air, not to mention the smell of milk on your body..." Snape looked at Iger: "I thought you were as vicious as you were. My child must have some kind of love-deficiency syndrome, but it seems I'm wrong now, are you still a baby?"

Saying that, Snape smiled sarcastically.

"People who are as greasy as you like others, in comparison, I think I look much more normal." Iger's face did not change: "So, why are you coming to me? You don't think so for a while. Kungfu, my silence will explode, right?"

Snape snorted: "Dumbledore asked me to tell you to go back to the academy as soon as possible, in case something happens to your small body of dozens of pounds."

Iger spread his hands and didn't take it seriously. It was rare to come out to play, how could he go back so quickly?

Immediately, he turned around and walked out of the yard by Shi Shiran, and ran away.

…

Inside the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore looked at Snape who was complaining in front of him and laughed: "I don't remember I asked you to tell him, Sev."

"I don't remember when my whereabouts fell into your eyes, Albus." Snape's expression remained the same: "And I don't think let a silent person who has strong strength before school run around. It was a wise choice."

"I think he will be measured." Dumbledore looked at Iger's figure in the smoke in front of him, and when he waved his hand, the smoke dissipated, and then he looked at Snape curiously: "I thought you were starting a little. I like that kid, Sev. If you count your age, if you have kids, you should be this old. Seriously, are you really looking for a suitable one? I have quite a few good candidates..."

Snape turned away with an ugly face, and the old thing started chattering...