Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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After experiments, Iger found that he really found some problems with the fried tail snails...

Like it smells so good...

Meat is definitely edible. When Iger came to the magic world, he had never seen a magical animal that couldn't open his mouth. What's more, the one who fried the snail was the offspring of Hagrid's cross between a human-faced sphinx and a fire crab. Said, this is a bit more trans-epoch than Mr. Yuan's hybrid rice...

And although the Sphinx Manticore is a 5X-level creature, it is extremely dangerous, but the huge scorpion tail is a rare delicacy, not to mention the fire crab.

"Xia used vinegar and wine to get rid of its fishy smell, removed the fishy tendons on the back, and then soft-fried, grilled and stewed the three fried tail snails separately. Is Master Iger satisfied?" The elf Xia stood obediently. Behind Iger, Iger was chewing a soft fried tail snail in his mouth and nodded.

"Except for the stewed soup, which is not very tasty, whether it is fried or grilled, it is very good. Maybe this thing is not suitable for soup." Iger said softly.

He didn't let the elf try the poison, but chose to taste it himself, because he had enough medicine on him, and secondly, if there was any problem, he could appear in the infirmary as soon as possible...

Iger nodded slightly as he looked at the blow-tail snail in front of him. This is a good thing Hagrid did unintentionally...

The fried tail snail that has just been cultivated is only the size of a palm, and there is no thick shell on the body. The meat is very fresh. Maybe it is because of the genetic fire crab, and it has a little muscle, maybe because of the gene of the human-faced manticore. .

All in all, in Iger's opinion, the taste is very good...

To put it bluntly, it actually feels similar to lobster, but it is a bit more muscular and has more meat, although it looks disgusting before it is put into the pot.

However, the disgusting is actually just because of the appearance of the scarred skin. In Iger's opinion, as long as it tastes good, the others are not unacceptable...

So that Iger caught a few more and went to the Ministry of Magic to register this new magical creature...

However, in view of the danger of this thing when it grows up, only the cubs are registered last, that is, the fried tail snails within two months are allowed to be legally farmed, and the fried tail snails more than two months old must be destroyed manually.

For no other reason, officials from the Department of Magical Creatures Management of the Ministry of Magic told Iger after research that this thing grows too fast, and the danger is between the Sphinx Manticore and the Fire Crab.

Iger conveyed these words to Hagrid intact, and although it was a pity, Hagrid obeyed Iger's advice fluently.

"How is it? Iger? Have you banned that disgusting thing?" During dinner, a group of students gathered around Iger, and Malfoy hurried over from a distance and asked impatiently.

"No, the cubs are finally in the category of legal breeding." Iger shook his head.

A group of dog children suddenly groaned and sighed.

"But it's not without harvest." Iger said, slapped lightly, and a plate of charcoal fried tail snails suddenly appeared on the plate in front of him: "You may not know, this thing tastes very good, like Eating lobster…”

Saying that, Iger ate on his own, and a group of students around him swallowed.

West Asia's craftsmanship is very good, and the smell of charcoal grilling is diffused in an instant.

"I'll try it." Ron was always the one who couldn't help being curious, and immediately picked up one and tasted it.

"How does it taste?" Fred looked at Ron expectantly.

"It smells so good..." Ron swallowed the fried tail snail in his hand in two or three bites...

"I think we can listen to Hagrid's lessons carefully, take care of this little thing for a week, then send it to the kitchen and tell Hagrid that it was accidentally raised to death, so that Hagrid can't wait to cultivate the next batch. ..." George rolled his eyes and suggested.

"Good idea, I agree!" Iger clapped his hands.

"Oh...I don't think so, Hagrid would be heartbroken if he knew." Hermione shook her head.

"If we don't eat and take care of these ugly bastards, we will also be sad." Harry immediately voted in favor.

You Mengyu didn't speak, she was eating the fried tail snail in her hand.

Draco picked up a burning red fried tail snail, hesitantly stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help sniffing: "Is this thing legally bred?"

"The cost is too high to recommend breeding." Iger shook his head: "Hagrid used a human-faced manticore and 60 fire crabs to cultivate these 100, and you have seen this thing. , there are thorns on the body, the tail will explode, and they will kill each other, just try it, don't let your dad waste time."

"After eating this batch, just tell Hagrid that those fried-tailed snails died early." Iger shook his head: "With Hagrid's obsession with these magical animals, there will be the next batch of ingredients sooner or later..."

Everyone: "..."

Wow, the devil is not the devil...

The next two days were uneventful, with no particularly interesting stories or accidents, except for Neville's burning of the cauldron in Potions class, which of course, Iger was used to.

It's just that Neville wasn't very used to being locked up by Snape as always.

Snape's confinement recently turned into disemboweling a large bucket of long-horned toads, which Neville ate with Iger. Unfortunately, the dead toads were not his own, and were all thrown by Snape to one. In the jar…

"In the first week of school every year, Severus will be constipated for a week, his face is full of meanness, and his eyes are flashing with hatred." At breakfast, Iger casually flipped through the newspaper and said with a chuckle. .

"Of course, it seems that Elsa's becoming a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is very disappointing for him." Harry nodded. "He hasn't been able to get the job for four years in a row..."

"More than four years..." Iger sneered: "He has been teaching potions when I was eight years old..."

"Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be too dissatisfied with Elsa." Hermione whispered.

"In fact, what can he do with dissatisfaction? His girlfriend lives in Aisha's house, and his daughter lives in Aisha's house. Does he dare to be dissatisfied?" Iger smiled gloatingly.

A group of students were all eagerly looking forward to Elsa's first class. Before the bell rang, the puppies filed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Iger sat in the chair in the first row of the class as he should have~www.NovelMTL.com~ with Hermione beside him.

"Black magic... Self-defense guide..." Hermione took out a magic book, while Iger silently blew kisses with Elsa on the stage.

Elsa looked like she wanted to laugh, but held back...

Still in class, be serious.

And the relationship between the two is only vaguely understood by a few people in a small area. In this Europe, which is extremely repulsive of teacher-student love, if it is exposed, it will be for Iger...

It doesn't seem to be a big problem?

At most it's just being called a scumbag...

But Aisha will inevitably be criticized, which is what Iger doesn't want to see.

"Put these things away..." Elsa chuckled as she looked at the textbooks in front of the students: "If you have any memory of Iger's lessons, then you should know that these things are useless."