Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"They like you just because you are famous."

After the girl left, Hermione spoke to Iger solemnly.

"Yeah, only our Miss Morriss, since she saw Iger at the age of eight, has planned to keep this surname after her name for the rest of her life." Fred said with a smile, and several people suddenly laughed.

Hermione blushed and looked at Fred angrily.

"Compared to the love I got~~" George shouted in a weird voice, Hermione frowned again.

Perhaps it was because people were relaxed enough after the first game, or perhaps because Christmas was approaching, the atmosphere in the school was noticeably more relaxed.

Even Asia, who has been focusing on physical fitness training recently, seems to have temporarily put aside the military training class and started taking the students to practice traditional Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Even an easy-going teacher like Professor Flitwick didn't lecture at all, letting the students play games in Wednesday's class, while dragging Iger and Hermione to discuss the Triwizard Tournament, especially Hermione. The flying spell that performed extremely well was, in Professor Flitwick's opinion, the best reward for his course this year - he had just taught the students the flying spell two months ago.

Unfortunately, Hermione's Flying Spell was not taught by the little professor, but was taught by himself two years ago. After learning this, Professor Flitwick was even more excited and gave Gryffindor twenty points. .

Of course, not all teachers are willing to let their students play games in their classrooms. For example, Professor McGonagall, her curriculum is very rigorous; another example is Snape - he would rather have Harry as his son than Reluctance to let students play games in class…

However, Iger felt that if it was Harley, it would be another matter. Snape reckoned that he would turn the classroom into a playground for the students, and would not give Harry's custody to others...

"He sucks!" The night before the holiday, Ron sat at the study table in the lounge angrily: "Come to test us on the last day and ruin the last little time of the semester with a lot of homework."

Iger shrugged: "No, I think it's okay, because I didn't write it at all..."

"Actually, I don't think it's a big problem for me." Hermione said after thinking.

Harry said dryly: "I didn't write much, because it seems that it makes no difference whether I write or not..."

"Damn..." Ron was dying of envy.

"Look, it's almost Christmas." Harry leaned lazily on the soft chair, holding the book "Flying with the Artillery" that he had read no less than eight or nine times.

"You know, he hasn't given up the idea of ​​drugging people at the end of the semester." Ron looked at Harry with horror: "I think his target is likely to be you."

"Okay, he won't go down at all." Iger smiled: "Perhaps you didn't pay attention, Severus is the one who manages the safety of students most strictly, so he won't break his own principles."

"Is that so?" Ron scratched the back of his head.

"Of course..." Iger nodded.

In the original book, out of the idea of ​​​​protecting Harry, Snape wanted to imprison Harry in Privet Drive for a lifetime and never let him return to Hogwarts.

Of course, that doesn't rule out Snape's dislike of him.

But now...

Out of the protection of Harry, Snape wanted to keep Harry in the potions classroom for the rest of his life...

"Speaking of which, have you solved the clue of the golden egg?" Harry seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at Iger and the two, obviously not wanting to tangle on this terrifying and dangerous issue.

"It's resolved." Hermione nodded.

"So what's the second level?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Underwater." Iger smiled.

"Wow...sounds a little creepy..." Ron rubbed his arms, as if he had goosebumps all over.

This is also a deep-sea phobia, afraid of the depth of the water...

Speaking of the second level, if you want to put the hostages underwater, you will be the referee, so it's better to let Harry go down, right?

Thinking of the other warriors in the original book, either the younger sister is the hostage, or the opposite **** they like is the hostage.

Only Harry - his target is Ron...

so poor...

Iger felt that he would rather not save himself, let him fend for himself...

This kind of competition is not worth participating in!

You can just help me find a girl and I'll have a decent face, right?

"It doesn't sound very friendly, so let's talk about the dance partner." Harry turned to look at Ron, he knew that Iger would definitely prepare Hermione properly for the game, so he changed again. Topic: "Have no idea who to invite? I really think you should invite Lavender."

"If there's really no better--then I will," muttered Ron.

"What's better? Lavender is just right for you, Ron." Hermione hated Ron's hypocritical look.

"Yeah, but I feel like she's still a little...well...not right for me," Ron said nonchalantly, "so I should hurry up, I don't want to be dancing with the last ugly guy—like Heloise Mee. Like Degen, oh my god, she has more pimples than I have freckles..."

"Recently, she has grown a lot better and has less acne. She's actually quite beautiful." Iger searched hard for the face corresponding to this name.

"She has a crooked nose," Ron said.

Hermione seemed irritated. "Oh, I see. Basically, you want to invite the prettiest girl who will accept you, even if he's a total badass?"

"Um...yes, basically correct." Ron shrugged. "Men, isn't that the case?"

"Iger won't!" Hermione emphasized.

"Who said that?" Ron seemed annoyed and turned to look at Iger: "Iger, which one do you like?"

Hermione's eyes locked on Iger's face immediately.

"Emmm... This is a very serious question." Iger squeezed his chin: "I like big breasts."

Hermione: "..."

Harry and Ron laughed so loudly that they were hit on the head by Hermione with a ten centimeter thick book.

"I'm going to bed." Hermione gave Iger an angry look, then turned and walked upstairs.

"It's terrifying..." Ron looked at Iger embarrassedly: "How on earth can you stand her? Except for better grades, she's simply unbearable..."

"Hermione is beautiful." Iger gave Ron a surprised look.

Hermione's appearance in real life is very similar to the movie actress Emma, ​​except for the inevitable freckles of British adolescent girls, Hermione can basically say goodbye to cosmetics in terms of face alone - although Iger gave her Bought a lot.

"Beautiful?" Ron looked at Iger in surprise: "Is that Crookshanks hair? Or Buckbeak-like character? Made you have this illusion?"

Harry hurriedly tugged at Ron uneasy: "We'll die if she hears it!"

Iger: "..."

"Emmm... gold always shines~www.NovelMTL.com~ Hermione is really beautiful." Iger smiled.

On weekdays, Hermione's hair was messy, and she always looked anxious. She was a little hunched when she walked around with a large bundle of books, and she always walked briskly with her head lowered, as if she was in a hurry. .

Not to mention dressing up, the little girl always has a strong and rigid personality, which makes everyone subconsciously ignore the face that can give her extra points.

But none of this matters, what matters is that this piece of gold is about to shine!

This treasure girl will soon bloom at the dance party.

Iger was even a little impatient.