Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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Inside the arena, Iger casually summoned the glowing trophy and placed it gently in front of the four of them.

"To be honest, your last level looked ugly beyond my expectations." Iger glanced at the four of them: "Hysterical..."

Furong turned her head awkwardly.

"Crying father and mother..."

Jiang Xuanzhong coughed awkwardly.

"Headless rambling..."

Krum lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers...

"And... Sexy and charming." Iger looked at Hermione and smiled.

Hermione's face flushed slightly, and the other three suddenly turned their heads: "???"

"Cough cough... Of course, this game can also be regarded as the most difficult game ever, because in previous games you would never face more than two 5X creatures per level but this time... emmm …”

Looking at a group of magical animals of different shapes outside the golden flame, Iger laughed: "Very good."

The audience immediately cheered, and the chaotic shouts startled the birds on the periphery of the Forbidden Forest.

It is something to be celebrated to be praised by the always serious Professor McGonagall, but it is undoubtedly an honor to be praised by Iger.

This kind of glory does not come from Iger's identity, but to hear this kind of compliment from the existence of Iger's species that crushes all magical creatures. This is something to be proud of at all.

In the past, Iger's feeling to others was: I never make friends to see whether they are strong or not, anyway, they are not as strong as me~

Iger has praised others for their charm, intelligence, and even the craftsmanship of elves for food, but he has never praised how powerful others are, but this time, people really heard such words of praise from Iger's mouth.

"Nevertheless, before this, I can't be sure whether you can afford this trophy. You must know that this year's trophy is the year with the highest gold content!" Iger looked at a few people with a smile: "So I need to see if you have any I don't have the courage to pick up the trophy. It seems that you all have the awareness that you will succeed if you fail. I am very pleased, so I announce that this year's ranking is tied for first place."

Furong stared blankly at Iger: "But the jury..."

"Oh... Go to his jury." Iger waved his hand indifferently: "Dragon, I caught it, I took the money. So I have the final say, is there any problem?"

no... no problem...

Karkaroff looked at the screen in front of him and swallowed. Dumbledore looked a little disappointed. He was looking forward to the final score.

Madame Maxime smiled kindly, but there was no objection. She knew that from the second level, Furong's record of winning the championship had almost disappeared.

As for Zou Shu, Old Master Zou smiled and stroked his beard. He really came for the purpose of friendship first and competition second, so there was no disappointment.

"That...there is only one trophy..." Jiang Xuanzhong grinned awkwardly.

"It doesn't matter, I will ask someone to build a few more, these are not problems." Iger spread his hands.

"I still think... a bit too sudden..." Hermione stared at her hands in a daze. The parts that had been scratched and bruised in the maze were covered with strands of golden flames, and the golden flames flowed rapidly around her body. Repaired the injuries suffered by several people in the game.

"Very well, since that's the case, then let's go back~" Iger tapped the staff on the ground in his hand, and several people appeared on the rostrum of the audience stand in an instant. The next second, the deafening cheers suddenly resounded in the On the edge of the forbidden forest, people threw flowers at their favorite warriors, and the warm atmosphere infected everyone present.

"Boss! Are you crazy?"

As soon as Iger came out of the Forbidden Forest, he was dragged aside by the twins who rushed to the podium.

"What's wrong?" Iger was stunned.

"The four people are tied for first place, which means that there are no losers in this game. Similarly, it also means that we, as the bookmaker, will lose a lot of money!" George spit in his mouth and looked at Iger with a broken face.

"It doesn't matter, it's a small matter." Iger smiled: "Look a little longer, and give as much as you want."

"Why?" Fred sighed sadly.

"Everyone is carnival, what they want is to win money, and what I want is to continue the hegemony competition smoothly." Iger raised a finger: "What I want is the good reputation of the official bookmaker, and the future. The banker status of each game, one game, not much to lose."

Iger smiled and held the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. As long as he wanted, he could play the British magic world to inflation...

After sending the twins away, Iger was soon surrounded by crazy students. Everyone cheered excitedly, because there was no loser in this game. If you insist on saying who lost, then it seems that there is only Iger. .

However, looking at Hermione who was chatting with Elsa excitedly, Iger felt that it was actually quite good to be taken advantage of once in a while.

...

For the whole day, all the students were immersed in the joy of the end of the game. At night, there were singing and dancing in the tower of Gryffindor. This time, even many students from other colleges took advantage of the excitement to get into the Gryffindor. Fendor Tower.

For example, Draco and Astoria, who were whispering in the corner, and Luna, who looked at Neville calmly, all of them were eagerly discussing the last game of the day, accompanied from time to time. Someone's dancing and bursts of laughter.

At this time, Iger was sitting quietly on a soft chair in the principal's room, drinking lemon juice, thinking about a more important matter.

The principal's room was also very lively tonight. So far, the most powerful people in the magic world have appeared here.

For example, a mysterious person with a hood covering his ears and stealing bells to hide his identity is now leaning against the window and playing with a wand.

Another example is Emily, a 200-year-old loli vampire who is still pretending to be tender, and is curiously poking at the Slytherin portrait on the wall: "Eh... Are you a Slytherin?"

"I heard that your descendants also have blood clans~"

"Does Parseltongue only speak to snakes? What about salamanders or something?"

Slytherin looked agitated~www.NovelMTL.com~ impatiently avoiding Emily's restless little hand in the portrait.

Dumbledore sat quietly behind the desk, his deep eyes fell on a cauldron in the center of the room, the cauldron was tumbling, and Snape was quietly boiling the potion.

And little Barty, who was caught by Iger during the day, was tied to a chair at this time, and was guarded by Professor McGonagall.

"I think...it should be almost all right," Snape said in a flat, soft voice.

"Nice, I think, so how are we going to force Harry to give his blood now?"

Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, and looked at Snape who had finished cooking the potion.

"Leave it to me..." Snape said sharply.

Shouldn't he be taking Harley's blood? Iger looked suspiciously at Snape's figure who strode away.