Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"As for Professor Kettleburn, although he looks shabby and is always injured by those cute little guys, he is also a very rich professor." Hagrid rubbed Iger's little head. : "There are too many good things in magical creatures, but I don't like to exchange their creations for money, which makes me feel a little reluctant."

Iger nodded in agreement. Except for the centaurs, all the creatures in the Forbidden Forest were Hagrid's own sons...

There are countless dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest. According to the in-depth look of the two of them this month, there are not only the kinds of dangerous creatures mentioned in the book, but there are far more dangerous creatures, but it is strange to say that these creatures have never been. Not attacking Hagrid is obviously treating Hagrid as a friend, and even unicorns who hate men don't mind that Hagrid is closer to them.

Maybe it's because they get along day and night and have feelings for each other? Iger was a little puzzled.

Speaking of Professor Kettleburn, Hagrid seemed to think of something: "By the way, Professor Kettleburn will retire in a few years, and he recommended to Dumbledore the magic of me being the new one. Biology professor, don't tell anyone else."

Hagrid's small black beetle-like eyes shone with excitement. Iger looked at him and smiled: "Do you want me to cast a Faithful Loyalty Charm?"

"No, no, no, no." Hagrid hurriedly stopped Iger's chaos.

"Just kidding, in fact I don't either." Iger shrugged: "I'm going to the other side of the Black Lake to test this broom. I haven't played in Hogwarts for so long."

"I suggest that you better ask Mrs. Hooch to teach you how to fly, otherwise the first flight may be a little dangerous." Hagrid suggested.

Iger didn't care either: "It doesn't matter, I will bring Buckbeak, he is very sensible."

Half an hour later, next to the Black Lake, Buckbeak splashed the lake with his sharp front paws. It seemed that he wanted to catch two fish. Iger knew that he was just bored, because Iger had already fed him before he came. A few voles have passed it.

Looking at the broom beside him, Iger stretched out his hand: "Get up!"

With a 'whoosh', the broom fell into Iger's hands.

"It seems that I still have some talent." Iger grinned, and the reason why he didn't choose to test flight in the academy was mainly because he was afraid that he wouldn't understand how to ride...

But looking at Iger's current appearance, riding a broom probably wouldn't be difficult.

"But I want to fly better. I've only ridden a bicycle when I'm so old..." Iger got on a broom, kicked with both feet, the broom shot up into the sky, the whistling wind blew past his ears, turned the broom gently, Iger Delicately turning the corners in the air.

An eagle's cry came, and on the ground, Buckbeak flapped his wings and followed Iger's side, and two figures quickly passed over the black lake.

When flying for the first time, I didn't have the feeling of squatting in my imagination. Iger felt as if something was holding him down. It should be the magic that comes with the broom. now...

The big baby is developing and can't be treated sloppily.

In the evening, Iger, who had been flying all afternoon, appeared in Snape's office on time.

Snape didn't seem to be in a good mood. Although he always had the same expression, Iger was able to distinguish between "not good" and "very bad" after a month of contact.

"What are you learning today?" Iger asked Snape, looking at him.

"Launch the spell, Wadi Vasi..." Snape didn't look at Iger with a face. "The spell has already been told to you. It is estimated that you can learn it as soon as you learn it. Don't bother me, you can go out now."

Iger's short little man nodded his feet laboriously, stretched his head and looked at Snape's notebook: "Why are you so sluggish today? It's not your style, Severus~"

Snape took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.

You can't hit him, you can't hit him...

He told himself so...

"The new potion I invented lacks a strong poison, and there is nothing that can replace it." Snape's voice was still so sullen and gloomy: "But this obviously has nothing to do with you, or you can help me find it. The right venom?"

"Hagrid can help you find the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider. You can just tell him." Iger raised his head and looked at Snape.

"The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is not so much venom as it is a powerful anesthetic. Although it is called highly poisonous, the poison is not particularly strong. That is what they use to paralyze their prey." Snape's face was still gloomy: "You Should have read more books to fill your..."

"A brain smaller than a mung bean?" Iger continued without expression.

Snape glanced at Iger, and he seemed satisfied that Iger would answer.

"I do know a kind of venom. It works very quickly and the effect is super strong. I don't know if you have the courage to take it." Iger lay on Snape's table, holding his chin and looking at Snape's notes, The two legs are upturned.

"I'm curious..." Snape looked indifferent.

"Have you heard of the Chamber of Secrets?" Iger rested his head with one hand and pinched his waist, lying on his side on Snape's desk, imitating Deadpool's cheap moves, looked at Snape cheerfully, and then looked at Snape. By the time Snape's face turned pale.

"Are you here to make fun of me?" Snape reached out and picked up the collar behind Iger's neck, and threw it aside like a chicken: "I don't have the time to listen to your nonsense."

Immediately, Snape felt his head sink, and Iger's thin body climbed onto his shoulders and looked down at Snape upside down: "What I said is true, I know where the secret room is, how to get in, it's inside What, the toxicity is guaranteed to be strong enough!"

Snape could have sworn that when he grew so big, Iger was the first person who dared to ride on his shoulders, and Voldemort had never done that!

Looking gloomily at Iger's little face, Snape said slowly after a while, "Take me there."

A few minutes later, Eggler rushed into the principal's room, followed by Snape with strides.

Looking at the empty headmaster's room, Iger moved a chair and wanted to take the sorting hat off the tall cabinet.

Snape impatiently reached out and took off the Sorting Hat, apparently knowing the correct way to use the hat.

Immediately, Iger leaned over to Fox on the shelf and stared at the red phoenix in front of him: "Am I taking you to play?"

Fox moved his claws, wanting to stay away from the madman, but before he could move away, Iger's cheap hand slid onto his claws and lifted him upside down in his hand.

A panicked chirping sounded, and Fox looked humiliatingly at the kid who was carrying him.

It didn't dare to move, and with its power, just flapping its wings could kill Iger.

Iger hugged it in his arms and went along: "Good, we'll be back when we go. I need your help."

Afterwards, the Hogwarts students saw Iger holding Fox in his arms, and Snape strode behind him with a broken hat in his hand, and the two rushed into the girls' bathroom on the third floor...

Snape looked at Iger with an ugly expression. The meaning was obvious. I wanted a reasonable explanation.

Iger scratched his head, turned to look at Snape, and said dryly, "Do you know Parseltongue?"

After a while, Iger was carried by Snape and followed him to the library.

Ignoring the surprised eyes of Mrs. Pince and the other students, Snape led Iger into the forbidden book area.

Snape swept across the books on the shelf quickly, and finally stopped at a Book of Bloodlines, picked it up and walked away, watching Mrs. Pince in a daze.

In the principal's office, Snape flipped through the book of blood, opened a page, and then looked at Iger: "What words do you need?"

Iger looked at the book in his hand curiously: "Open it, and there is 'Talk to me, Slytherin, the greatest of the Big Four'."

"What a bad taste..." Snape's voice was gloomy, holding a piece of parchment in his hand, planning to write something.

Iger nodded in agreement: "Yeah, I also think it's too shameless."

Looking at the obscure symbols in the book, although Iger didn't know them, he felt inexplicably familiar, as if it was an article that teaches literacy like a children's book.

What's this? Is it phonetic? He subconsciously read it out, and a hoarse hiss came out of Iger's mouth.

Iger was surprised to find that he could read the words above and read aloud? Do you have talent for this too?

Turning his head to show off to Snape, he saw Snape staring blankly at him.

"What trick are you... playing?" Snape's face became visibly ugly, uglier than any time Iger was angry with him, and there seemed to be a hint of panic mixed with it.

"Isn't this a translated version?" Iger was stunned.

Snape turned the book forward a few pages with an ugly face, and a single title appeared in front of Iger: Slytherin Bloodline, Parseltongue Original...

Iger's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared blankly at Snape beside him, feeling a little overwhelmed.

What kind of feelings? Isn't this a translation? !

Although he has been in the UK for eight years, Iger's writing skills are obviously not very good compared to his spoken English. He thought he had seen strange writing somewhere.

"Are you a Parseltongue? You don't know it yourself?" Snape looked at Iger with a sullen face.

Iger was also stunned for a while: "Why am I so arrogant?"

"Answer my question!" Snape was instantly angry. What the **** am I kidding you about such a serious matter?

"I don't know either!" Iger said dryly, frowning and thinking hard: "No, the Voldemort family is dead..."

Snape's two large, thin hands immediately pressed on Iger's shoulders, and stared at Iger: "Is it possible that you are his descendant?"

Iger waved his hand expressionlessly: "It's impossible."

"Old Hale said I was picked up at the door of the orphanage. I'm eight years old. Voldemort hadn't fallen when I was born. If it was his blood, he would never have appeared at the door of the Muggle orphanage." Iger Explains: "And, as far as I know, Voldemort should have had no children by now, and trust me, I know him better than you."

Snape stared at Iger's eyes for a while, and then slowly released Iger.

"It looks like this book is useless." He casually threw the thick book on the desk in the office, Snape picked up Iger like a chicken, and strode toward the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

Iger held Fox blankly and swayed it in Snape's hands. Not to mention, he felt quite amusing.

As for Parseltongue, Iger doesn't care at all. Slytherin's blood has been around for thousands of years, and God knows if there is any out there, and Snake Language is not only Slytherin's expertise, although it is the ability of Slytherin blood, but from Iger's current I understand that many families in the magical world with the blood of magical creatures have strange abilities.

Snake language? It's not unusual, Slytherin has never been the only one who plays snakes, Xu Xian also dares to play, maybe there are more tricks...

Of course, that's what I said, but according to research, Slytherin's Parseltongue should be an awakened talent, just like Harry Potter's broom-playing talent, and there must be some people who have awakened over thousands of years. , For example, Professor McGonagall can make the cat listen to his own words, isn't the Dumbledore family also guarded by the Phoenix, Grindelwald can't do it.

Even according to Iger's guess, the reason why the pure-blood family is so fanatical may be because the ancestor's blood contains some kind of ability, but when the blood gradually became thinner, a group of two fools thought of intermarriage. The method of trying to maintain This bloodline ability, I hope that one day it will be able to reproduce its glory...

emmm... very good at population control...

"I remember that Dumbledore seems to speak Parseltongue too..." Iger chuckled, "Could he be Voldemort's real father?"

Snape didn't even look at him, and a gloomy voice sounded in Iger's ear: "Dumbledore can speak Parseltongue, but he learned it himself, and I also know that he can speak Mermaid and Goblin, and other languages. A mess of language."

"Ah... Si Guoyi..." Iger waved to a little girl in the distance who was peeking at her Hufflepuff. The little girl ran away in panic. Iger thought that Snape might have scared her.

Fox grumbled dissatisfiedly in Iger's arms, and it seemed that he was still brooding about Iger's rude behavior.

"Come on, open it." Snape put Iger down casually. Iger turned around several taps in the bathroom and found a small snake on the side of one of the taps.

"Open." Iger looked at the little snake. He wasn't quite able to use Parseltongue as he wanted, but Iger really felt it. As long as he wanted, he could say it at any time, instead of having to see it like Harry did. Snakes can talk.

The sound of rumbling sounded, several pools were split and suspended in mid-air, and a dark and bottomless pipe appeared in front of the two of them.

Looking at the dark pipe, Iger hugged Fox and jumped down without thinking. Snape subconsciously wanted to stop his rash impulse, but he was a step too late. In desperation, he had to jump with him.

Inside the pipe, Iger's excited shouting sound came, and Snape's face was dark.

What did he think he was doing? Is it a slide?

When the two figures appeared at the bottom of the pipe, Snape looked at the green behemoth in front of him, his face even more ugly, and even a little distorted. Looking at the snake slough dozens of meters long in front of him, Snape swore, If he listens to Iger's nonsense again, he will be a stinky fool!

I didn't say it was so big!

Snape didn't know that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened once fifty years ago. In fact, Snape was not yet forty years old, and he was younger than Lucius Malfoy. He was the same age as James. By the time he went to school, the craze for the secret room had subsided, he just knew there was such a place.

"What the **** is here?" Snape's face was gloomy.

Iger looked at Snape and laughed: "Basilisk~ A thick and long basilisk!"