Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

In the evening, as always, the host banquet in Gryffindor Tower was initiated by the Twins and Sirius. Unexpectedly, even Professor McGonagall attended.

In the dark corridor of the castle, a black kitten was walking on tiptoe.

Iger, who came out to look for food, still turned into Animagus. After all, he was no longer a substitute professor. As a student, walking around the castle at night would be too disrespectful to the professors.

"Wang..."

In the dark night, a dog barked, and a **** dog crept behind the black cat...

Immediately, the shadow of the black cat reflected on the wall in the moonlight instantly turned into a human shape: "Why have you changed too?"

Sirius stood up and turned into his original appearance. Looking at Iger's appearance, he was slightly embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I'm used to it..."

"..."

"It used to be like this when I went to the kitchen at night when I was in school. There was no old Filch at that time. I remember being a fierce old woman who would whip people with whips..." Sirius rambled on. On the way, the familiar lead the way in front.

"Of course, I've never been smoked. I've always suspected that the old woman has a crush on me..." Sirius laughed, "She always turns a blind eye to me when I travel at night..."

"Bah, scumbag..." Iger pouted.

"Do you know how I feel now?" Sirius hurriedly walked towards the kitchen: "It's like going back to the days when I was at school with James and the others..."

Iger followed Sirius in silence. Among these people, whether it was the dead James or the down-and-out Remus, they all seemed to have a better life than Sirius.

Seriously, I went to Azkaban a few days ago, and Iger felt that the people there were really worse than death...

Maybe Sirius wasn't here to be a teacher? It must be a dream come true...

Pushing open the door of the kitchen, dozens of house-elves suddenly surrounded the two of them, their eyes the size of light bulbs shining brightly at the two of them under the light of the fireplace.

"Master Iger, Master Iger!"

Excited voices sounded, and Iger looked at the elves beside him intimately: "Can you help us prepare some food to send to the tower?"

"Of course, no problem!" Xia happily brought a pot of hot pot soup base: "It's ready!"

"It's so cute~" Iger grinned and reached out to touch Xia's little head.

"Your elf... it's really good." Sirius nodded with a complicated expression.

"Is old Kreacher okay?" Iger turned his head and smiled.

"Not bad, you're right... Maybe I was too irritable before." Sirius spread his hands slightly embarrassed.

Iger shook his head slightly and said nothing.

From the perspective of a pure-blood wizard like Sirius, there is nothing wrong with asking him to realize that he has done something wrong, but if he is asked to apologize to an elf, it is impossible.

But that's good too, at least he won't be killed by the elf anymore...

...

Back at the Gryffindor Tower, Iger saw Hermione and Professor McGonagall talking, Professor McGonagall said something in a low voice with a smile on her face, Hermione looked a little eager to try.

Looking at the two smiling, Iger probably knew what was going on, it was nothing more than the time converter.

Applying to the Ministry of Magic for a time-turner is not an easy task, but it's up to who.

According to the original work, the proof of the dean, the professor, and the all-excellent homework must be required, but Iger feels that perhaps because of his own relationship, these steps can be omitted a lot.

The busiest thing in the morning of the first day of the new semester of the third grade is the arrangement of the class schedule. The delicious sound of pumpkin pie and sausages floated in the auditorium. Thousands of students were chatting and discussing the new courses of this semester.

"What class did you choose?" Ron looked curiously at Iger's class schedule with a piece of fried egg in his mouth.

"emmm...divination class and...magic animal protection class..." Iger spread out his hands and threw the class schedule aside.

"Looks like we all chose the same thing." Ron said happily, "Harry and I also took Divination and Fantastic Beasts, which is really good, how about Hermione?"

"I suggest you don't look at her timetable." Iger pouted, then turned to look at Hermione slightly puzzled: "Why choose Muggle studies?"

"I want to study their behavior from the perspective of wizards. After all, our understanding of the Muggle world is limited to the cognition of a teenage child. If we want to seek the common development of Muggles and wizards in the future, this It is a very necessary knowledge." Hermione said with oath.

"Damn, do you really think that Professor Keredy knows Muggles very well?" Iger looked at Hermione strangely: "I remember she didn't even know what a game console was, not to mention the rapid development of the Muggle world, and we It has not been updated for more than ten years."

"There will always be a way." Hermione said in a muffled voice, looking a little lost. For her, not being able to learn useful knowledge at school was undoubtedly a torture.

Iger looked at Hermione with a smirk, leaned close to Hermione's ear and bit the little girl's earlobe lightly, and the slender black tail behind him gently poked in from Hermione's robe: "I am a Muggle. I understand very well, if you want to learn, come to my bedroom tonight..."

Hermione's face turned red...

Ignoring the steam **** the side, Iger turned around and ate breakfast, and then saw Hagrid strode in in the direction of the entrance of the auditorium. He was wearing the dragon fur coat that Iger bought for him, and he was absent-mindedly using the The big fan-like hand swung a dead chicken eagle.

"How's it going?" Hagrid held his footsteps and walked towards the teacher's bench, looking at several people with great interest: "You guys come to my first class! As soon as lunch is over! I get up at five o'clock in the morning. , have everything ready... hope the class goes well... oh... I..."

Hagrid paused, then laughed excitedly: "Finally become a teacher... Really..."

After speaking, Hagrid turned around and continued to rush towards the teacher's chair.

"I wonder what he's getting ready?" Ron's voice sounded worried.

Harry looked out the window with a distracted look and muttered to himself, "As long as it's not a fire dragon..."

"Okay, we'd better go. With me here, Hagrid's class will not be in danger." Iger said casually: "But I don't guarantee that Professor Trelawney will not be late for the first divination class. I'll blow your brains out with a crystal ball..."

Several people finished breakfast in twos and threes, greeted Fred and George, and walked towards the tower of the fortune-telling class.

The north tower of the divination class is far away from the castle. Even Iger rarely goes anywhere. There are not many people in the entire north tower on weekdays, so even though Harry and Ron have stayed at the school for two years, they are not very familiar with it. .

"Oh... Iger..." Walking into the north tower, the portrait of Slytherin was chatting cheerfully with the portrait of a young woman, and when he saw Iger, he immediately shouted: "Do you remember what you promised me? Have a clue? Is it?"

"Don't suffer Lao Tzu, stay away from me..." Iger muttered inexplicable Chinese and walked away quickly.

"That's Slytherin?" Ron looked at the portrait of Slytherin in surprise: "God, he really looks..."

"So handsome..." Even Harry felt a little unbalanced about Slytherin's appearance, which is a common problem for young boys.

Iger sighed helplessly. It wasn't that he didn't want to help Slytherin, but until now, he had no clue about the other people. The luxurious golden crown was almost rusted in the bag...

"Don't move." He casually put his arm on the shoulders of the two of them: "If you don't want to climb the seventh floor in a row..."

"Thanks a lot, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't even be able to find our way to the North Tower..." Ron shrugged.

Behind Iger, Hermione obediently grabbed the tail behind Iger, and several people popped up above the tower.

This is a small platform. Listening to the noisy sounds around, several people found that most of the classmates had already arrived.

Most of the students in the group are still girls. It seems that girls are more curious about these fascinating subjects.

After all, you don't have to do anything, just sit in a soft chair and drink tea, sleep for a class, and bragging during the exam is over...

On the ceiling in front of the platform is a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque embedded in it.

"Sybill Trelawney, divination teacher..." Harry looked at the trapdoor. "How do we get up there?"

Iger is not surprised by this situation. In his eyes, there are two bats in the school, one is Snape the black bat, and the other is the old bat woman who likes to pretend to be mysterious, Trelawney.

A long ladder was turned out at random, Iger snapped his fingers, and the trapdoor opened with a click.

"Let's go in…"

"Would it be a little rude?" Hermione looked worried.

The corners of Iger's mouth twitched up, don't worry, you'll be the most rude one in no time...

A few people walked into the house, and a strong and disgusting sound came to the nostrils. In front of them was an old teahouse-style room. There were twenty small round tables in the not too big room. Calico armchairs and bulging little futons.

I don't know what incense the old witch lit. Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light. The curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with large scarves. The temperature in the room was hot. It's breathless.

Under the mantelpiece where a pair of messy things were placed, the flames were burning fiercely, and there was a large copper teapot on the fire. Iger noticed that the disgusting aroma was emanating from this copper teapot.

A number of shelves line the surrounding prototype walls, and the shelves are filled with dirty quills, candle heads, tattered playing cards, countless silver crystal **** and a huge pile of tea cups.

A group of students were whispering to each other behind him. Igra led Hermione to the round table and found two soft chairs nearby, and sat down. The thin body suddenly sank into the chairs.

A voice suddenly sounded in the shadows, a soft, indistinct voice.

"Welcome..." Trelawney's voice rang out, "It's great to finally see you in the material world."

Trelawney tinkled as she walked up to the students, and Iger noticed that she had more strange jewelry on her neck than before...

"Sit down, my children, sit down," Trelawney said.

Iger's sense of Trelawney is very complicated. He admires the other party's divination level very much, but the narcissistic look is really annoying.

However, Iger still agrees with the other party's level of divination. For example, Trelawney gave Iger a divination, saying that he would die in the fire of hell...

Heck, strictly speaking, the previous body did die in the fires of hell...

Is Trelawney's prediction accurate?

Very accurate, without exception, basically all in, whether it is her own prophecy in a normal state or a prophecy in a chaotic state, of course, the possibility of her crow's mouth is not ruled out...

But while the predictions are accurate, Trelawney's predictions span so much time that many people ignore them.

And according to Egocha's information, Trelawney's ancestors seem to have been cursed. The curse is that the prophecy will definitely come true, but others will not believe it...

Don't believe it, it's really such a **** curse, Iger didn't dare to think about how boring the person who cursed was.

Another is that if you say you make prophecies, it’s fine, why can’t you make good prophecies?

Everyday this dead that dead...

Anyone else would say you're a lunatic!

However, Iger felt that what the other party said was right, as long as people die sooner or later, it's just that the time span is relatively large...

"Welcome to the divination class." Trelawney sat in an easy chair in front of the fire, looking at the students in front of her: "I'm Professor Trelawney, and you probably haven't seen me before. I found , often going down to the chaotic and noisy campus life will make my Tianmu blurred..."

Iger looked at the other person's eyes that were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle and sighed slightly. He felt that this sentence could be put in another way: I found that walking in a crowded place, all kinds of light flickering would make my presbyopia myopia flash. become serious...

Look, Trelawney's words are stubborn, but the interpretation technique is actually very simple...

Listening to Trelawney's words, no one said anything except Iger's smile.

Trelawney neatly tidied up her shawl, cleared her throat and continued, "So, you've taken divination, which is the most profound of all magical arts. I must speak first. , if you don't have insight, I can't do anything, and in this field, books can teach you only a little bit."

After hearing the words, Egg Harry and Ron immediately turned their heads and glanced at Hermione cheerfully. The little girl looked very shocked when she heard that the book was useless.

"Many selfless, despite their talents in ping-pong-pong sounds, scents and sudden disappearances, cannot see through the mysteries of the future~www.NovelMTL.com~ Trelawney continued, A pair of frighteningly large sparkling eyes swept across nervous faces.

"It's a talent that only a few people have. You, child..." Trelawney suddenly spoke to Neville. "How is your grandma?"

"I think it's alright," Neville said timidly.

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, darling," Trelawney said in a mysterious voice, her long emerald earrings gleaming in the fire from the fireplace.

"This year we will learn the basic methods of divination. In the first semester, we will focus on interpreting tea leaves. In the second semester, we will learn to read palmistry. By the way, my dear..."

Trelawney suddenly mumbled to Parvati: "Be wary of a man with red hair..."

Parvati was immediately panicked, glanced at Ron behind him with a perverted look, and quickly moved the chair, Lavender on the side seemed to be mad with hatred...