Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Rowena has appeared, and Godric must have his own personality left." In the principal's room, Slytherin looked at Iger with certainty.

"Are you sure?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"I'm not sure..." Slytherin laughed dryly: "Rowena said she didn't know anything."

Iger pouted: "Then you talk shit..."

Slytherin: "..."

The headmaster's door was pushed open, and Dumbledore came in with Fudge and some well-dressed people.

"Ah... Iger, it's really nice of you to be here." Dumbledore gave Iger a cheerful look: "There is something about the Triwizard Tournament, do you want to know?"

Iger turned his head and looked at Dumbledore curiously: "What's the matter?"

"Some things about the competition items, we initially decided on the three items are fire dragon, underwater tracing and maze." Fudge looked at Iger and said.

Iger blinked his eyes, it seems that these three items are in the original book...

In other words, this group of officials from the Ministry of Magic directly set the initial plan so casually?

Then why are you asking me...

Iger frowned slightly: "Fire dragon...isn't it..."

"Just let them take something away from the fire dragon, it won't be too dangerous." Fudge interrupted Iger's words and swore to assure.

He suddenly felt that Iger was not so bad anymore, at least Iger would still think about the players.

"Is it too simple?" Iger raised his eyelids.

Fudge: "..."

Holy crap, you are so cruel...

"Cough cough... I think... it should be fine, it's not too simple." Fudge looked at Iger embarrassedly, muttering in his heart.

At least I can't...

"I think... it's still too simple." Iger spread his hands: "It's enough to lead them away through the fire dragon. You can use gillsweed underwater, and the maze depends on luck. Whoever runs fast can win the championship. My results You can think of things so badly, and you look down on these heavenly people too much..."

A group of people watched Iger fall into silence, Heaven's Chosen doesn't have your unreasonable strength...

But even so, they felt that what Iger said was reasonable, but this competition has not been held for 700 years, and no one knows what the specific process is.

"Then what advice do you have?" Dumbledore looked at Iger curiously.

Iger smiled and laughed happily.

I asked you not to play with me. In this case, don't even think about having fun...

"I still have a clear understanding of the strength of the students I have taught. They can easily use the Patronus Charm, let alone ordinary Defense Against the Dark Arts." Iger shook his head: "The fire dragon is alright. What if the warrior is a lunatic if you are looking for someone underwater?"

Dumbledore: "..."

"Some people can't tell the difference between east, west and northwest on the shore, let alone in the water. In Lu Chi's eyes, the same place is different in day and night, summer and winter are different..." Iger spread his hands : "If you have to find someone... I am willing to provide the forbidden forest to you for free, what do you think?"

Fudge: "..."

This guy really did it on purpose.

He was trying to murder, right?

"Where's the labyrinth?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with interest.

"What's the use of that thing? Are you selling tickets?" Iger pouted: "Isn't it a competition of strength? Why don't you have to enter the maze?"

"Then what do you say?" Fudge looked at Iger helplessly.

Speaking from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to talk to Iger very much, but the identity of the other party was too sensitive. The landlords of Hogwarts were a strong group, and the most important thing was that the other party was unreasonable...

"Simple, it's a heads-up, and the winner is the winner at the end." Iger waved his hand: "Isn't it a fight for hegemony? Let's fight..."

"..."

In the end, Iger's proposal was rejected by everyone. According to Fudge, it was too outrageous...

However, although the proposal of the third pass was rejected, the second stage of the Forbidden Forest to find people was retained, but the task of communicating with the creatures in the Forbidden Forest was handed over to Iger and Hagrid.

Iger didn't find it troublesome, no matter how fierce the creatures were, they were docile and kittens-like in front of Iger, and there was no pressure in this work.

"I think next year's top three... No, it's now the top four..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "Next year's hegemony may be the most interesting one in history..."

"More than worth seeing..." The portrait of Dai Lisi on the wall smiled cheerfully: "You know, the competition has been suspended for more than 700 years. It's a pity that I couldn't see it when I was alive."

Fudge looked at the portrait of Dai Lisi and smiled respectfully: "The prize money we have prepared for this competition is one thousand Galleons, I think..."

"Only a thousand Galleons?" Iger's voice sounded again, and Fudge very much hoped that a thunderbolt would fall to kill this **** at this time.

"It's too stingy, it's just the value of two Firebolts." Iger pouted.

"With all due respect, a thousand Galleons is already a very large number." Beside Fudge, a chubby lady with a friendly face smiled at Iger.

"Auntie, if I remember correctly, you belong to the Kingsley family. Can a Kingsley family still have thousands of Galleons? Please, obviously our British Ministry of Magic is the organizer. Don't be so petty, okay? China's Bafang The salary of guarding for a month is more than 400 Galleons, and their mortality rate is not that high..." Iger spread his hands: "Hegemonic competition... Although I don't like it."

Everyone in the room suddenly pouted...

"Although I don't like it, but this is also a game where the students risk their lives..." Iger grinned: "You only pay a thousand Galleons?"

"Then how much did you say?" Fudge felt a toothache.

"The first place is 3,000 Galleons, and the other three are 1,000 Galleons each." Iger snapped his fingers and raised five fingers leisurely...

"Five thousand Galleons?" Fudge was stunned.

Iger's eyes twitched sharply: "Six thousand, big brother..."

"But you clearly put up five fingers." Fudge looked a little aggrieved.

"Nonsense, how about I only have five fingers on one hand?" Iger rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Okay, let's not worry about the fingers." Dumbledore pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet: "The question now is, who pays the money?"

The house suddenly fell silent.

The Ministry of Magic looked at Fudge, Fudge looked at Iger, and Iger turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: "..."

Looking at Iger's innocent eyes, Dumbledore's heart seemed to twitch.

Can you please ask for my mental shadow area?

"Alas..." Iger sighed: "Since you are all so reluctant, then I will pay for the money."

Saying that, Iger raised his chin towards Dumbledore provocatively: "But first, since I have paid a bonus, I will be allowed to advertise my store. During this period, during non-class hours, the school Students must not be prevented from using our products."

Dumbledore hesitated, then nodded: "This, I think as long as it's not too much, it's fine."

"In addition, we have to advertise during the game." Iger snapped his fingers: "We have to hang the slogan of our store."

"That's fine." Dumbledore nodded.

The learned man still knows the concept of sponsorship.

Fudge and a group of people left, happily.

The matter has also been settled, and it is expected that the process will be officially launched when the school starts in the second half of the year.

"Gu..." Fox shrank on the shelf and looked at Iger timidly.

"You've been a little wrong recently. I know a good veterinarian who's a friend of my mother. Would you like to see it?" Iger squinted at Fox.

"Don't..." Fox flapped his wings and flew away.

"I think the reason why he is wrong is because of the little phoenix you brought back." Dumbledore's cheerful voice sounded.

Iger: "???"

"So...I can understand...he is thinking about spring?" Iger blinked his eyes.

"Of course, like a restless teenager..." Dumbledore nodded: "But Fox seems to be a little shriveled. That little phoenix from the East doesn't seem to like his tricks, making him shriveled again and again."

"It's normal, that bird didn't even bird before me..." Iger pouted: "Yes, dare to pry the corner of the wall under my nose..."

Fox didn't hear the general and flew out the window...

"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

Iger was stunned: "What and how?"

"About the top three... the competition for the top four." Dumbledore looked straight at Iger, his sharp eyes pointing directly at people's hearts.

"What can I do?" Iger pursed his lips, looking like you are really interesting.

"Don't say that, child. I have the impression that you are never willing to suffer." Dumbledore said cheerfully: "Let me think... If you don't plan to start the game, then the only thing I can think of is to make you stable. The only way to make a profit is to be in the banker, if possible, I hope you can help me put three hundred Galleons on each of your players, regardless of the odds, to be honest, I think it should be enough for my pension..."

Iger: "..."

"You're not actually Dumbledore's, right?" Iger squinted at the white-bearded old man in front of him, and grabbed his beard viciously: "Goblin, hand over Dumbledore quickly!"

Dumbledore: "..."

There was an embarrassing silence in the air, and then Dumbledore spoke slowly: "One more thing..."

"Say..." Iger sullenly leaned into the soft chair, and he was very unhappy with Dumbledore's lower odds.

"I'll put an age limit next to the Goblet of Fire," Dumbledore said softly.

"Why?" Iger frowned: "Are you worried about me?"

"Forgive me, this approach may make the two little monkeys in the Weasley family unhappy, but I have to do it." Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"But you have to know that if you are selected by the Goblet of Fire, it means that that person has such strength, regardless of age." Iger shook his head slightly, disapproving of Dumbledore's approach.

"Yeah, I know." Dumbledore nodded: "But strength doesn't mean everything Iger, I'm pretty sure you're weaker than me now, but I can guarantee that the two of us will fight to the death and lose. It must be you."

Iger was silent, he knew that Dumbledore was right.

"Many factors will affect the performance of the warriors, among which the two most important points are: mentality and experience..." Dumbledore stood up and looked at Iger: "I know whether Harry Ron or the twins, maybe in you The strength is progressing very fast under the guidance of the leader, but I don't want them to take this risk."

Iger leaned on the soft chair, tapped the armrest with his fingers, and then shook his head: "Forgive my professor, I still don't agree with your idea."

"What?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with interest.

"They're going to be fourteen soon, but the Goblet of Fire is held every five years. I mean, if you miss this opportunity, they'll never fight for dazzling glory. Who's youth isn't crazy professor?" Iger Standing up and watching Dumbledore laugh.

"If they can't participate, it will be their regret, but professor..." Iger squinted his eyes: "You know what regret is like."

"But this way... the children participating in the competition may die." Dumbledore had a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Let's be a hypothetical professor..." Iger paced slowly, stretched out his hand and gestured: "For the simplest example, if you were their age... what would you do?"

Dumbledore didn't speak. Outside the window, Fox grumbled, not daring to enter the room because Iger was there.

After a long time, Dumbledore nodded slowly: "You're right... Maybe I'm really too old..."

Iger spread his hands: "Once in a lifetime, I think those boys will like it. Even if they are not selected, I don't think it will make them regret."

"Iger..." Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Iger's words: "You have to promise me...to protect them."

"Of course, I will." Iger nodded.

"Make sure they all survive." Dumbledore looked at Iger with deep eyes: "You know, those projects are not as easy as you just said."

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky." Iger's mouth curled up: "Have you heard of this, Professor? I will do my best to protect them, but I can't guarantee that there will be no casualties."

Dumbledore looked hesitant: "But so..."

"There's nothing wrong with the old man..." Iger waved his hand: "The road is our own, the only thing we have to do is to clarify the danger of this matter before this, to ensure that the students can think twice before acting, this is the only thing for them. Responsibility for life."

Dumbledore's face looked haggard, and it seemed that he was still unsure of what Iger said.

"The flowers in the greenhouse may be beautiful, but the roses that grow against the wind and rain are the healthiest." Iger shook his head: "I will do my best to ensure their safety, don't worry."

Dumbledore nodded slowly: "In that case, I'll leave it to you, little egg."

"Don't! Call me! Little egg!" Iger yelled angrily.

‘bang’

The door of the principal's room was closed~www.NovelMTL.com~ Dumbledore leaned on the chair quietly, his long beard moved slightly: "I am indeed old."

"Enough, it's not the first time you've said this, **** it, you said it thirty years ago..." Phineas exclaimed irritably, "Why did you live so long? Forget it. It's over a hundred years old, right?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Ah... yes, speaking of which, I once drank the elixir of life..."

"How does it taste?" Dalis looked at Dumbledore curiously.

"To be honest, it's not so good..." Dumbledore smiled happily: "A little bit of water squeezed out of the smelly quilt..."

"Uh...that's disgusting..." Phineas looked disgusted.

"You should pray that he lives longer..." In the portrait on the side, Slytherin opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Phineas: "He died, it means that the kid is not far from entering the principal's room..."

Phineas was stunned: "I think, should you drink a little more?"