Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Do you have any plans for the afternoon?" Iger turned to look at a few people, avoiding Snape's gaze, who had just turned Harry back into Harry.

Iger didn't even have to look at him to know that Snape's expression must be bad.

Will this guy research styling potions? Make Harry Harry?

Gently pinching his chin, Iger was deeply suspicious.

"I...go to Duke Honey." Hermione looked at Iger tentatively.

Iger tilted his head and sighed weakly: "Okay, I'll accompany you...Damn, I hate sweets."

"We're going to Three Broomsticks, I'm going for butterbeer, and Ron seems to be interested in some single proprietress," Harry muttered.

"I didn't." Ron's face flushed, and the twins burst into laughter.

"Oh... Little Ronnie must be too lacking in maternal love. We should write a letter to inform my mother and ask her to give you more love." Fred said lazily.

"I... No!" Ron gritted his teeth and hummed, with the knife in his hand slamming the steak, as if he had some deep hatred for that steak: "Don't talk nonsense about Harry..."

He still has some regrets about why Harry is not Harry.

"Perhaps you should also try Drowning Fountain? Indulge yourself?" George grinned wickedly.

"Professor McGonagall just listed that thing as forbidden!" Hermione couldn't help reminding.

"Yeah, but it's just a violation of the school rules." Fred said cheerfully: "What does it matter? Rules are meant to be broken, such as joining a team..."

"Okay, I don't care about you." Hermione shook her tousled hair angrily, and Iger couldn't help but grin.

Just like there are only zero and countless times in women's clothing, once some things are pioneered, there is no way to pretend that nothing happened.

In the afternoon, at the Three Brooms Bar, Iger took a glass of fire whisky and sipped slowly, quietly watching the sleet weather outside the window.

On the soft chair beside her, Hermione and You Mengyu were sharing the candy in front of them.

At the long table not far away, Sirius seemed to be a little restless.

"You have something on your mind, uncle." Iger turned his head to look.

Sirius froze for a while, then smiled helplessly: "I just want to kill that guy, but I don't know where he is."

"How about opening the school gate and letting him in? Catching turtles in the urn?" Iger grinned.

"No, it's too dangerous for the students." Sirius shook his head: "Don't forget, that guy killed more than a dozen people with one explosion spell. Although he was a little timid, he still has some strength. "

"Then don't think about it. Britain is not big or small. It's too difficult to find a mouse in such a large area." Iger shook his head: "Besides, your current status is not suitable for doing this anymore. It's just a matter of peace of mind and teaching at school."

"Iger is right, Sirius." Harry turned his head and glanced at his godfather: "He should be damned, but you shouldn't do it."

"That's right, Iger killed so many people, and he's not worse..." Ron muttered.

Iger: "..."

Maybe he shouldn't be cursed, it would be nice to turn him into a pig...

Apart from Sirius, Peter Pettigrew's escape doesn't seem to bring any bad negative effects to the magic world. Of course, the positive effects still lead to some. For example, many people are sharpening their knives, hoping to receive a reward from Iger. Thousand Galleons.

After all, a thousand Galleons is not a small amount in the magical world. Even if you don’t eat or drink according to the salary of a Hogwarts professor, you will have to save at least one or two years, which is still a high salary.

I don't know how long it will take to save some working wizards, a thousand Galleons.

The door rang, and the wind and snow poured in from outside the house, and people shivered with a chill.

"Hey, Iger, you would never have imagined that someone bought 80 bottles of Niang's Fountain with 20 Galleons at the Pig's Head Bar just now!" Fred's excited voice sounded: "This is a business without money, it's great!"

"Wow...some old pervert, maybe," Ron muttered.

"Yeah, I guess he might have a mentality with you." George grinned.

"Stay away from me." Ron looked bad.

"Twenty Galleons...Eighty bottles? Four Galleons for one? Hehe..." Iger grinned.

"Yeah, a big deal." Fred said with a smile.

"But who would spend twenty Galleons for forty bottles of Drowning Fountain?" Hermione was a little puzzled: "A simple pervert... Is it necessary to buy so much?"

Iger squinted his eyes and turned to look at the twins: "What does that person look like?"

"He's covering so tightly, we didn't see him clearly." George spread his hands.

Sirius seemed to feel that something was wrong, and he rushed out of the bar in a hurry, and Iger followed closely.

"Hey, where are you going?" Fred yelled, turning to look at the two of them.

"That person is likely to be Peter Pettigrew." Hermione said, and hurried out: "What does he look like?"

"A large area of ​​black huhu, covered in robes, with bandages on his face..." Fred roughly described.

"Very good!" Iger's voice came from a distance, and he had already seen the black-robed man coming out of the pig's head bar.

"Don't run!" Sirius charged frantically, the figure froze slightly after seeing the two of them, and in the next instant, Apparated and disappeared in place.

"Apparating in front of me? Thinking too much?" Iger laughed, chasing the direction of the man's Apparition and rushing over, disappearing into the air with a snap.

Sirius stared at the direction where the two disappeared, gritted his teeth, and sighed helplessly.

"What about people?"

In the distance, Hermione's group hurriedly chased after him.

"The apparition has shifted, and Iger has caught up." Sirius was a little frustrated.

"It's good, at least I don't have to worry about you being blown up by him." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aren't you worried about Iger?" Hermione looked a little unhappy.

"Are you worried?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"I..." Hermione froze.

I'm not really worried...

Damn, Iger won't be angry...

...

On a coast in the south of England, with two crisp snaps, Iger's figure emerged and pinched the man in black on the face, smiling like a vicious dog crawling out of hell.

"Run, then run!" Iger sneered: "Where do you run to?"

The man in black robe didn't speak, he threw off Iger's arm, and hurried to the distance, but it seemed that the magic power was almost consumed, and the physical strength of a few apparitions was a little unbearable, and the footsteps were a little staggered.

The man casually threw a spell over, and Iger happily watched the spell reach his chest and a little dust stirred up, and then he sneered.

After an awkward silence, the man in black robe turned and ran.

"Drink! A library!" Iger rushed up and kicked, and kicked the man in black on the back of the waist, and the man stumbled to the ground.

Putting a Bruce Lee stance, Iger was kicked when he went up, but maybe it was because of his young age. Iger's strength was not very strong, he just kicked a few kicks for fun. The man fell to the ground and held his head, broken. A little embarrassed, but just gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"I'll let you run! I'll let you run! How can you do that?" Iger snorted and kicked a few more feet, grabbing the bandage wrapped around the man's face. struggled.

"Be honest!" Iger casually slapped the black-robed man on the back of the head and cast a petrification spell, and the man froze immediately.

"The dead mouse can still run, you should be lucky, you know, the labor and management didn't bring a staff today, otherwise you will be hammered to death..."

Iger muttered in his mouth, and pulled off the bandage on the other's face...

As soon as the bandage was taken off, Iger almost jumped up in fright.

Not Peter Pettigrew…

It's Snape...

Iger: "..."

Snape: "..."

Grass, so embarrassing...

After undoing the petrification spell on Snape, Iger grinned apologetically at the bruised Snape.

"Then kick..."

Snape's face was pitch black, and his voice sounded like he was biting out of his teeth.

"Shhh..." Iger whistled and walked down from Snape innocently, with his hands behind his back, his eyes erratic, but for some reason there was a cold sweat on his forehead: "You can't blame me, it's a sensitive period now, You are still mysterious..."

"I gave you a hint..." Snape gritted his teeth.

"What hint?" Iger was stunned.

"I thought you should recognize my spellcasting gesture." Snape's voice was getting lower and lower.

"Ah...you said that curse...I thought it was a provocation..." Iger twitched awkwardly at the corner of his mouth.

"Thank goodness you didn't have a staff," Snape hummed.

"You can't really blame me..." Iger spread his hands innocently: "You squeak..."

Snape didn't speak, and stared at Iger for a long while with a dark face.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and Iger sighed helplessly: "Okay, I can't say it if I encounter this..."

Snape: "..."

For a long time, after Iger repeatedly assured that he would never tell anyone about this, Snape drank a bottle of magic potion and disappeared...

"Who is that person?"

As soon as he returned to Hogsmeade, Sirius rushed up eagerly: "Is that guy?"

"Uh... No, it's just an ordinary old pervert..." Iger twitched the corners of his mouth, looking a little embarrassed.

Sirius was stunned: "Dumbledore?"

"Thank you for thinking about me so much, Sirius." Dumbledore's voice came, Sirius' expression suddenly stiffened, he turned his head to look, Dumbledore was happily walking out of the Honeydukes store with Professor McGonagall.

"Sorry Professor..." Sirius was embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Dumbledore said cheerfully, not caring at all.

"Do you get used to this kind of thing..." Hermione looked at Dumbledore with some embarrassment.

"Of course... child, I'm over a hundred years old, and I dare say that I have been criticized enough to destroy a normal person." A smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and the blue eyes behind the crescent lenses looked at a few The man blinked.

"Then how did you deal with it?" Hermione was a little curious, he felt that this kind of skill Iger might use in the future.

"Actually, I'm talking about the situation of normal people." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "But unfortunately, in the eyes of others, I may not be very close to the word normal..."

Hermione: "..."

...

In the potions office at night.

The crucible on the desk was bubbling hot, and the dense mist of water continued to evaporate in the cold underground office, filling the cold room with a little human flavor.

Iger noticed that the bruises on Snape's face had disappeared, and it seemed that he had stocked up a lot of potions.

"What the **** do you think?" Iger looked at Snape with a puzzled face: "I know it looks like Lily, but you really don't plan to make him a girl all the time, right?"

"I don't think so..." Snape glanced at Iger and continued to boil the cauldron in his hand.

Just kidding, this kind of thing can't be admitted, admitting it is perverted.

Even if I'm a pervert, as long as I don't admit it... others don't know that I'm a pervert.

Snape probably thought so.

"What are you going to do?" Iger was a little puzzled.

"I just give some motivation to those students who are not motivated." Snape said leisurely: "In order to avoid some students' poor performance in potions, students who fail in each class will be punished by using This kind of curse, so that they know what shame is."

"It's really noble, but why don't you buy a male drowning fountain?" Iger said blankly: "Girls should also cultivate a sense of shame, no, only girls should cultivate a sense of shame, right?"

Snape: "..."

You are so right that I am speechless...

"Meow!"

A black cat was swirled out of the basement.

Snape didn't want to talk to you and threw you out...

"I think... the three people who need to worry about the potions class... Potter, Finnigan and Longbottom, if nothing else happens, they should all be men, so go back and hug your little buck teeth. Go to sleep."

Before closing the door, Snape looked at Iger coldly and said.

Bang!

When the door was closed, Iger blinked, licked the fleshy little paws subconsciously, turned and left.

what a nasty guy...

He is clearly doing perverted things, speaking perverted words, and planning perverted plans, yet he still looks righteous...

Lifting his hind legs, Iger wanted to urinate at his door to show his disdain, and then he felt something was wrong.

This peeing posture looks like a dog?

After thinking about it~www.NovelMTL.com~ Iger retracted his hind legs and fell into contemplation.

Yeah, how does a cat pee?

The train of thought strayed unknowingly, and Iger walked all the way back to the tower with small silent steps.

Back in the dormitory, Hermione was wearing pajamas under the covers and reading a thick book when she heard the door open and raised her head to look at Iger.

"If I'm not mistaken!" Hermione got up and closed the door, untied Iger's robe and hung it on the hanger beside him. "Today that person should be Professor Snape."

"You guessed it right." Iger nodded.

"Hehe..." Hermione suddenly laughed: "As you said, what is this called... Contrast cuteness? He is obviously so cold but so infatuated..."

"I won't allow you to use such a cute word on an old pervert who doesn't like to wash his hair." Holding Hermione's face and sighing, Iger took off his clothes and quickly got into the bed: "Okay, hurry up. Go to sleep."