Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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Harry's group arrived at the camp the next morning. Early in the morning, when 80% of the wizards in this camp had not woken up, Harry's group happily rushed into Iger's room. tent.

As soon as Iger woke up, he saw that in the living room of the tent, Mr. Weasley was urging everyone to build a new tent.

"There is no need to set up a tent. The tent of the Magic Trick Workshop is on our right. I count..." Iger muttered sleepily: "It should be a group of you."

"And Bill, Charlie, and Percy, they'll have to wait a while, I envy them for being able to Apparate..." Ron shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, the two tents are the best, and you can live in them completely." Iger yawned indifferently, as if he didn't seem to wake up too much.

"Oh haha, that's great." Mr. Weasley looked happy. "But I need to remind Fred of one more thing..."

Iger: "???"

"Uh...To be honest, Molly is very angry at the two of them for leaving without saying goodbye, and she doesn't seem to approve of their um... career." Mr. Weasley shrugged and looked at Iger with an embarrassed smile.

"I think it's good, nothing wrong, it's easy to earn so much money." Iger grinned.

Not far away, Harry and Ron were choosing a room, while Ginny got into Hermione and Elsa's room.

"Of course I know, but Molly seems to be a little stubborn about this." Mr. Weasley sighed helplessly: "But I still want to thank you Iger, you gave them what they wanted."

Saying that, Mr. Weasley opened his arms and hugged Iger gently.

"You're welcome, even if I'm not here, they will get everything they want sooner or later." Iger laughed: "Of course, if you don't mind, I'll have to take a nap first..."

Glancing outside the curtain, Iger noticed that the sky was just getting brighter.

Originally, he was thinking of taking another nap, but in a short time, the more and more lively tent made Iger more and more unable to sleep.

"Do you guys set up a small tent when you wake up?" A gentle voice whispered in Iger's ear.

"emmm?" Iger flattened his mouth, opened his eyes in a daze, and a delicate face fell into his eyes.

"It's called Chen...Fuck!" Iger sat up suddenly, staring at the girl beside him: "Luna, why are you here?"

"I met Harry and the others at the camp with Dad, let's come and see with them..." Luna's voice was ethereal.

"Oh..." Iger muttered a little embarrassedly: "Okay, let's go out quickly..."

Longevity, if Hermione sees it, she'll be dead...

After packing up and getting out of the room, Iger found that not only Luna, but also several Hogwarts students were in the tent.

Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Lavender Brown, and Captain Neville, Dean and Seamus…

"Um... It's beyond my expectations, how come you are so complete?" Iger looked at everyone in surprise.

"Cedric Diggory came with us, Neville and the others had an appointment, Lavender came to Ron, Malfoy emmm... happened to meet." Harry still didn't like Malfoy very much. , The two seem to be inseparable, although Malfoy is not as annoying as he used to be.

"So what are you doing here?" Iger muttered softly.

Ron coughed dryly and lifted the curtain of the tent. Outside the curtain, You Mengyu was cooking a roasted whole cow with two stove kings...

"Merlin's panties..." Iger opened his mouth, this girl was too fierce...

By the way, where did she catch the cow?

"Okay kids, we set up another tent." Mr. Weasley happily got into the tent, followed by Percy, Charlie and Bill.

It was the first time Iger saw Bill, and he looked more interesting than Iger expected, like a Muggle musician playing rock...

Mr. Weasley briefly introduced Iger, and then dragged everyone out to see the fruits of his labor.

The two tents were pitched crookedly on the opposite side of Iger's tent, as if it would collapse when the wind blows. Compared with Iger's tent, which looked like a small yurt from the outside, Mr. Weasley's two tents. The tent looks like a desolate little toilet...

"Wow...great, Harry and I live in Fred's tent..." Ron muttered bitterly.

"I share a room with Hermione Elsa." Ginny turned her head wisely.

Mr. Weasley looked so lost that he was the one who advocated pitching the tent the way the Muggles did.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, just a few of us can live in." Bill comforted Mr. Weasley kindly, turning his head to look at Harry and smiling: "Dad, he just wants to experience the way Muggles set up tents... Thank God He succeeded…"

"It's said that the tent is very big and can be fully accommodated..." Iger shrugged helplessly.

The tent Iger bought was not just like a yurt, it was a tent made in Mongolia.

In the magic world, Mongolian yurts exported by the Mongolian Ministry of Magic are generally very popular. Although the home accessories inside are modified according to British customs, Mongolian wizards are very good at making magic yurts.

At this time, the people in the camp had begun to wake up. Iger stepped out of the tent and stretched his waist, and looked at the rising sun in the sky from a distance.

Not far away, a little boy about two years old was squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wand in his hand, and happily passed a slug on the grass, and the slug slowly swelled into a sausage. Big, Iger watched the slug's smile gradually change...

Then the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you Kevin? You're not allowed to -- touch -- your dad's -- wand -- ouch!"

The little boy's mother stepped on the fat slug, and the slug exploded with a snap...

Iger's crotch suddenly froze...

Turning around and returning to the tent, the boy's cry was still heard in the distance: "You stepped on the worm! You stepped on the worm!"

"Where is our tent? Is there anything interesting in the camp?" Harry looked at Seamus' group of people curiously.

"Between the supporters of the Irish team and the supporters of the Bulgarian team." The twins jokingly got in from the outside, and Fred said with a smile: "It is said that to prevent the fans from fighting, the officials of the Ministry of Magic specially helped Iger picked this position..."

"Yeah, the position is great. If the two sides fight, we will be the first to be killed." George laughed.

"Just like Mrs Finnigan~www.NovelMTL.com~ you have to ask anyone you see, which team do you support? It must be the Irish team, right?" Ron shouted: "God, she looks like that. We, what can we say?"

"Ron, don't speak ill of my mother!" Seamus yelled angrily.

"I don't, it's just an analogy." Ron muttered softly: "I support the Irish team, but it doesn't affect my liking for Krum..."

"Then you really should go to the tents of the Bulgarian supporters. All the tents have that big gloomy face, frowning except blinking." Fred put his hand on Ron's shoulder. .

"Who cares what he looks like? He's amazing! And he's very young, only about eighteen years old. He's a genius, you'll see tonight." Ron looked crazy.

"Genius?" Luna looked at Ron curiously, then turned to Iger thoughtfully.

"Well, I'm talking about humans..." Ron muttered softly.

Iger: "???"