Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

In the principal's room, the light flashed, and the two figures appeared.

"Won't those fairies find our trail?" Iger asked.

"I don't think so. No one has been able to discover the magical traces I left for many years. If they can, I will be very happy." Dumbledore thought for a while and said.

Iger didn't know if what he said was true or not. Anyway, if he found a trace, at least he wouldn't be happy.

"The place where I can't Apparate makes me feel bad." Iger sighed.

"Actually, it's not that Iger can't Apparate." Dumbledore sat on a chair and put the gold cup in his drawer: "It's that I can't Apparate at will."

Iger was a little confused: "What do you mean?"

"Sometimes the enchanted door can't be opened by Araho, but some people can use Araho to open it." Dumbledore gave an example: "Those people can open it because he himself has no interest in the spell. The understanding is deep enough, and the main point is that their magic power is higher than that of the caster, or the level is the same."

"Similarly, when your mind is concentrated enough, I think it's fine. There shouldn't be many people who can match the total amount of magic power of the silent one, even if that person is Salazar Slytherin."

Iger spread his hands: "For now, let's forget it. I don't think my understanding of Apparition has reached the level you said."

"Then, good night." Dumbledore smiled, he knew that Iger said so, and he would definitely start trying in private.

"Good night, Professor."

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The next evening, Iger, who had made a small fortune in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid during the day, came to Snape's office a little tired. Snape was boiling something with a cauldron.

Iger is not surprised, this cauldron has been standing here for a long time, God knows why he has not been boiled dry, this is not scientific, but very magical.

"Your task today is to learn the Flying Spell." Snape looked up at Iger, and said slowly in a tone that was not much higher than a whisper.

Seeing a plate of unfinished sandwiches on Snape's table, Iger waved his wand: "Flying sandwiches."

The sandwich on the plate flew into Iger's hand with a 'whoosh'. Snape looked at Iger's dirty little paw with disgust: "If you don't finish him, I'll stuff it for you."

Iger grinned awkwardly: "Is it alright?"

"Your spell talent is very good, and you can control basic spells quickly, but my request obviously won't be so easy." Snape stood up and took a big step and snatched the wand from Iger's hand.

Why did you take the wand yourself? Because Iger has an iron armor spell, he can't break it...

"Now, you can cast your wand and fly over." Snape looked at Iger with a gloomy look.

Iger looked dazed: "How can you cast it without a wand?"

"A lot of children who didn't go to school can control the floating spell, and they don't have a wand." Snape sat back at his desk and continued to brew the potion in the cauldron: "If you can't finish it, you don't have to go back tonight, and the jar in the jar Dead toads are here for company."

Iger turned his head and looked around. A toad the size of a human head was soaking in a jar of green liquid, and he was staring at himself.

"The wand is flying!" Iger stretched out his hand, and Iger's wand in Snape's hand shook, then stopped.

Snape lashed out impatiently, but was deflected by the Iron Armor and hit a shelf on the side. Snape gave Iger a dark face and said, "Silent casting."

Iger sat on the ground angrily, stretched out his arms to Snape's direction, his eyes were wide, like an undead coming to ask for his life. .

"What are you doing?!" Snape shouted angrily, obviously frightened by Iger's strange spellcasting state.

"Silent casting..." Iger said dryly.

"Looking at your appearance, you obviously didn't understand the meaning of silent casting. I thought you were constipated." Snape threw Iger's wand into another corner of the room, out of sight and out of mind.

In the quiet office, Snape frowned and brewed the potion. Iger, who was not far away, waved his arms like a convulsion, hoping that his wand would fly over obediently. The scene was quiet and eerie.

Snape had a quill in his hand, and from time to time recorded the state of the cauldron on the parchment. After a while, Snape suddenly felt that something was wrong and raised his head. Iger was staring wide-eyed, his small head resting on the desk. Above, from Snape's point of view, Iger seemed to have only one head left.

"What the **** are you doing?" Snape stood up abruptly, and just now Iger stared at him so strangely, his heart throbbed with fright.

Iger sniffed: "Can you show me a demonstration?"

I really want to demonstrate, but I won't...

Snape's face was pitch black, as if he had eaten a dead child...

"Standless spellcasting relies on a high degree of concentration, and few wizards can master it. So far, the only one I've seen who can successfully release it is Dumbledore..." Snape's meaning was obvious. Stay with Toad tonight...

Looking at Iger, who looked slumped, Snape didn't know what he was thinking, and immediately said: "Of course, casting spells without a staff does not mean that it is very difficult, as long as you find a specific method, as far as I know, most wizards in Africa are They are all staffless and extremely powerful, they use their fingers to cast spells, or some specific gestures and movements."

Seeing Iger's dazed look, Snape laughed sarcastically: "Perhaps you can think of your fingers as a magic wand?"

Iger stretched out his right index finger, looked at it carefully, imagined that it was a magic wand, and then pointed to the magic wand in the corner of the room, thinking that the wand was flying.

The wand flew into Iger's hand with a whistle. The moment I got the wand, Iger seemed to hear the sound of something condensing, as if something had been hit by a petrification spell.

Snape's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he said slowly in that soft and greasy tone: "You can go..."

With a 'click' sound, the door closed, Snape was stunned for a while, then threw his wand into the distance, and stretched out his hand like Iger had just done. Pu's face twitched.

How did he do it?

Iger was very happy. He walked in the castle very happily, greeting the portraits in the corridor from time to time.

Following the Iron Armor Spell, he finally mastered another spell without a staff. In the true sense of the spell without staff, Iger felt that he could release other spells according to the tricks of his hands.

Iger is very clear that it is not so easy to learn to cast spells without a stick. The reason why he can succeed again and again is not because of his talent, but because of the silence that continuously provides magic power in his body.

In a sense, this is also a golden finger, right? If I can live...

Thinking in Iger's head, two girls from Ravenclay passed by in the distance. The corners of Iger's mouth were slightly raised, and his fingers were slightly hooked.

Relax and let go!

The faces of the two girls suddenly stiffened, they hurriedly covered their chests, and ran away in a hurry.

Iger snickered in his heart, he knew that their underwear might have opened inexplicably...

At night, in the Gryffindor Tower, in Iger's room, Iger was using his fingers to make Guoba and Keda fly, and the two little things looked a little scared.

The door opened, and Elsa walked in, looking at Iger who was casting spells without a staff in surprise.

"How did you do it?" Elsa looked at Iger in surprise.

"With your fingers..." Iger roughly described the feeling to Elsa, but Elsa tried it but it didn't work.

Shrugging helplessly, Elsa felt a little disappointed: "It might be a matter of talent."

"The underwear is flying!" Iger reached out and pointed at Aisha, and the underwear on Aisha immediately flew down the robe to Iger's hands.

In front of Iger, Aisha's face suddenly turned as red as a ripe tomato, she grabbed her underwear in a panic, and Aisha pinched Iger's little face: "What are you doing!!"

"Soft..." Iger said vaguely.

"What?" Aisha was stunned, looking at Iger's chest tightly, and slowly released her hand.

"Soft..." Iger rubbed his face and said dryly.

Aisha froze for a moment, and she sat beside Iger's bed with her blushing face hugging her legs. After a while, Aisha looked at Iger with eyes like water and whispered, "I can wait for you to grow up..."

Iger's face flushed: "How about waiting for me to marry you?"

"I'm much older than you..." Aisha's eyes were complicated: "I can accompany you all my life, but you can't marry me."

"I don't mind..." Iger said dryly.

"But I'll mind, I don't know what other people will say." Elsa rolled her eyes, and then gently hugged Iger's shoulders: "I allow you to find a little girlfriend, but you must allocate some time and space give me."

"No one would want to share love with others..." Iger said intoxicatedly, hugging Elsa's waist.

"I don't mind, as long as I can be with you." Elsa giggled and gently stroked Iger's cheek.

"I'm curious, why are you interested in me." Iger lay lazily in Elsa's arms.

Aisha's face was slightly rosy: "You'll know in a few years..."

An ambiguous atmosphere surrounded the two of them in the room. With a 'pop', Da Da pulled off a small crystal from the chandelier and fell from the lamp.

With a wave of Iger's hand, Da Da slowly landed on the ground, and got under the bed in a panic.

Beneath Iger's bed is an accessible treasure trove. There are a lot of things scouted from all over the castle. Most of them are in the room of responsiveness, and a few are brought out of the Slytherin lounge by Iger. Snape had approached Iger several times.

Iger, of course, wouldn't let Dao steal anything valuable, just unplug the faucet in the Slytherin bathroom and cause a flood, or take off the Slytherin wall lamp bulb... even if the magic bulb is unplugged It's also bright, and Da likes that thing.

Aisha stood up with a ruddy face: "I'm going back."

"Stay and sleep with me, okay..." Iger blinked his big eyes maliciously and pretended to be cute.

"No..." Elsa murmured and ran out.

Iger sat up helplessly and looked at the small bag that was bulging in his robe. Although he was very young, some features had begun to take shape. At least Iger was able to raise his head long ago...

"It can't go up, it can't go down..." Iger grumbled and went out, planning to go shopping in the kitchen.

It was already lights out time, but Iger didn't care. Dumbledore gave him a lot of privileges, such as being able to take a bath in the prefect's bathroom, but he didn't go there. He didn't want to be killed by crying Myrtle while taking a bath. staring at...

"Don't sleep in the middle of the night!" Peeves' loud voice sounded above Iger's head, and Iger turned to look at Peeves.

"As far as I know, the petrification spell can have an effect on ghosts. Do you want to try it? Peeves?" Iger smiled brilliantly.

In fact, Iger didn't know whether the petrification spell would have an effect on ghosts, but Nick, who was almost headless, was once stared at by a basilisk, causing black smoke on his body. Iger felt that a petrification spell with similar effects might be useful.

Peeves also didn't know whether it would work or not, but it was obvious from his appearance that he didn't want to be the first ghost to eat crabs.

He glanced at Iger timidly, and Peeves flew away in a panic.

Iger came to Hogwarts and found out that Peeves is a very special ghost. At least other ghosts can't pick up chalk and throw them on students' heads, but Peeves can touch some things. Can also walk through walls like other ghosts.

Professor McGonagall's explanation to Iger is that Peeves is a special kind of spiritual body, which does not belong to the category of dead people. It is not even a ghost. It should be regarded as a collection of naughty students in the castle for thousands of years. .

So his position is very embarrassing. The ghosts don't take him in their activities, and the students don't play with him. For thousands of years, he has been wandering alone in the castle by himself, and it is inevitable that he is mentally abnormal.

Iger walked silently in the castle, looking at the ancient castle that had been sleeping for thousands of years. The ancient and mysterious atmosphere permeated Hogwarts at night. Iger couldn't help feeling a little excited.

Even though it's been more than half a month, Iger still doesn't have the slightest bit of boredom. Magic is a magical thing. uukanshu. The more mysterious com is, the more often Iger realizes that it is just a colorful corner of the splendid world after he feels that he has captured the true meaning.

Wandering aimlessly, Iger calmed the restlessness that Aisha had just stirred up, and a small door appeared in front of him.

Iger remembered that this seemed to be Filch's office. He pushed the door and walked in. There was no one in the room. Filch should be taking Mrs. Norris to watch the night.

"The Marauder's Map is flying." Iger waved his hand, and in the drawer of Filch's desk, a piece of parchment flew into Iger's hand. Iger shook his wand, the drawer closed again, and Shi Shiran left. cabin.

"I solemnly swear that I have no good intentions." Iger tapped the wand in his hand, and a map slowly appeared on the parchment.

"The prongs salute you, congratulations on your discovery of this Hogwarts treasure..."

On the map, several lines of writing appeared.

Iger laughed. Unlike the words in the book, it seems that this map has a part of the creator's consciousness. Every time he says it, it's not necessarily the same. It's a bit close to the Sorting Hat in Dumbledore's room. The dead raven at the Vinclaws door...

On the map, Dumbledore's name was on the chair in the office. Iger wondered if the old man would protrude his waist if he sat like that every day?

Filch and Mrs. Norris were in the corridor not far from the gate, and Snape was still in the office, seemingly still brewing that cauldron that did not conform to the law of conservation of energy.

Iger didn't know that Snape was sitting behind the desk and pointed his finger at the wand on the ground in the distance from time to time, and constantly changed various positions according to the feeling, it looked like he was doing radio gymnastics...

If Iger can see Snape at this time, his expression will be very wonderful.