Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

After hearing Iger's description, Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Why are you so sure?" Ron looked at Iger.

Iger thought about it for the time being, and it was better not to tell the two that he was Animagus, so he had to say haha: "I know more about her than you, and she gave me all my broomsticks."

"Broomstick? Professor McGonagall even gave you a broomstick?" Ron was so envious that he almost cried: "What model?"

"Uh... Nimbus 2001..." Iger spread his hands.

"I believe what you said now, who can send me a halo? 1000 will do!" Ron thought in pieces.

Harry looked at Iger and thought for a while: "Iger, you mean... it's okay to violate the school rules, but even if everyone knows it's us, as long as we have the ability not to be discovered, there will be no problem, right?"

"I think so." Iger nodded: "What is this place, magic school, every year there are students who violate the school rules in different ways, but as a wizard, it is obviously very humiliating to be caught openly, but If you use a disillusionment spell, I think everyone except Snape will turn a blind eye to you, as for Filch, don't care, that guy is a Squib, and Fred and George are walking around, running out every now and then , when did they get caught?"

"It's not shameful to be caught by a wizard, but as a wizard, it's shameful to be caught by a squib. With Professor McGonagall's maintenance of Gryffindor honor, it must be very miserable to be caught by Filch." Iger told the two Given the stakes involved, the two little boys were obviously not as far as Iger thought.

After listening to Iger's words, the two of them finally came to a sense.

As the class time approached, several people also packed up and walked towards the Potions Classroom. Iger smiled at Hermione, who ran to his side with his head sullen in the distance, and turned to look at Harry: "Sit honestly. By my side, don't say a word, just listen to the class honestly."

Harry nodded nervously. Iger felt that he didn't feel like he was going to class, but rather like he was going to the battlefield...

A few minutes later, in the Potions Classroom.

The door opened with a bang, and Snape walked in in a hurry. Iger didn't know whether he smashed it with his hand or kicked it with his foot, so hard...

Before he could think about anything, Iger felt his body rise into the air, being carried by Snape and dragged to the position of the Slytherin students.

Iger: "???"

Harry: "???"

This is so different from what we said!

Just as Iger was about to stand up, he saw Snape's threatening look... Iger thought it was better to sit down, after all, he was likely to deduct Gryffindor points.

Just as Hermione was about to pick up the book and sit next to Iger, Snape's negative voice rang out: "Sit down, Miss Granger, since you got up at will during class, Gryffindor will deduct one. Minute."

Hermione sat down suddenly aggrieved.

Not far from Iger, Malfoy watched Hermione snicker viciously. Iger took up the potion book expressionlessly and slapped it on Malfoy's head with a 'pop'.

I really can't cure Snape, there's nothing wrong with you...

Iger's patted sound was very clear, and a group of Gryffindor lion cubs couldn't help but snickered.

Malfoy gave Iger a terrified look, covered his head and looked at Snape on the stage, but Snape leaned against the table and looked at the students below as if he didn't see anything, his eyes wandering from time to time on Harry on.

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation." Snape's voice was only a little louder than a whisper, but everyone could hear his every word clearly. Like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the deterrent power to keep the classroom in order with little effort.

"Since there's no silly wand-waving here, so many of you probably won't believe it's magic, and I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance, You won't really understand the magical power of the fluid that flows into people's blood vessels, the fascinated and distracted will..." Snape slowly tightened his black robe with his hands, and looked at Iger below: "I can teach How do you increase your prestige, brew glory, and even stop death—but there has to be one, that you are not the idiots I often encounter."

Under the podium, Iger grinned while listening to Snape's gloomy and slow tone, but judging from the appearance of the students around him, except for Iger, it was obvious that none of them could smile...

Snape didn't look at him. After a brief self-introduction, his eyes swept across the group of little wizards in the room, and finally his eyes stopped on Harry again.

"Potter!" Snape exclaimed suddenly. "What would I get if I added narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Harry was at a loss for a while, and glanced at Ron, but the teammate also looked bewildered...

Iger, who was not far away, wrote a line of words and held it up where Snape could not see it. Then Snape took two steps forward and stood in front of Harry, blocking his vision. However, this couldn't stop Iger. Iger hooked his fingers, and the parchment in his hand flew up. Snape didn't turn his head back. With a flick of his wand, the parchment flying behind him instantly burned into powder.

Looking at Iger who shrugged helplessly at him, Harry felt despair in his heart: "I don't know, sir..."

Snape sneered inaudibly and pouted contemptuously.

"Tsk tsk... It seems that fame doesn't mean everything." Snape ignored Hermione's raised hand, and the little tree protector who was pulling his robe under the table, staring firmly at Harry: " Let's try again, Potter. If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

Harry was dazed for a while, with Hermione's hand raised beside him.

Iger was a little helpless. Snape had a fight with Harry. Iger felt that there was nothing he could do about it. Who told you to take off his **** in the first place? Or in front of the girl people like...

In the end, he married the girl he loved the most, and gave birth to a son who was like a thief...

No wonder people miss you... Although Harry is indeed quite innocent...

Beside Iger, Malfoy sneered again when he looked at Harry, and both Crabgall and Crabgall laughed.

Iger rolled his eyes and slapped another book on it. After a crisp 'pop', Malfoy remembered that there was such a **** of plague sitting next to him, and immediately put away his smile and looked at Iger with trepidation.

"I don't know, sir." Harry saw Iger slapped Malfoy in the corner of his eye, and he felt relieved and almost laughed.

He suddenly felt that even if he couldn't answer the question, it was nothing.

Contentment in this class...

"I think you didn't read a single book before school started, did you, Potter?" Snape's greasy voice sounded.

"He turned over Severus, I can testify!" Iger laughed cheerfully.

"Shut up and call me Professor Snape." Snape looked gloomy and didn't look at Iger.

Iger sneered in his heart, you have a big hooked nose...

"Then, Potter, what's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf-venomous aconite?"

Hermione stood up, her arms raised so high that Iger felt like he was about to touch the ceiling of this basement...

"Isn't the black head growing on the nose?" Iger muttered with some doubts, Snape's body froze, and he ignored him.

"That's a black head..." Malfoy looked at Iger in a pleasing manner, and when he saw Iger's gaze, he trembled again.

"I don't know, Professor." Harry said dryly, "But I think Hermione knows the answer, why don't you ask her? Iger can too."

Several students suddenly laughed, and Snape's face was gloomy.

"Sit down!" Snape shouted angrily at Hermione, causing Hermione to tremble.

"Cough..." Iger coughed, and the chirping voice reached Snape's ears.

Snape took a deep breath, looked at Hermione, and said in a low voice, "...please sit down...Miss Granger..."

"Let me tell you, Potter." Snape sat down in front of Harry: "Daffodil root powder and wormwood together can make a very powerful sleeping pill, the water of life and death. Bezoar is obtained from goats. A kind of stone taken out of the stomach of the worm, which has a strong detoxification effect, as for the aconite in the shape of a boat and the aconite with wolf poison, they are the same plant, collectively referred to as aconitum. Do you understand?"

Snape's voice seemed to come out of his teeth: "You...why don't you write this down?"

With the sound of fumbling for a quill and the rustling of parchment, Snape strode onto the podium: "Potter, Gryffindor will deduct a point for you defying the teacher."

Harry feels so bad...

The Potions class continued, but the condition of the little lions in Gryffindor did not improve. Snape would be criticized by individuals when he got the chance, and even a lot of Slytherins were trained.

Snape asked the two of them to make a simple potion for boils, and Iger, who was so immortal, was assigned to a group with Malfoy.

Iger flipped through the potions book impatiently: "Nettle..."

Malfoy hurriedly found the nettle, and Iger pouted, "Go ahead!"

Malfoy hurriedly found dried nettles again.

"Smash the snake's fangs..." Iger muttered, and Malfoy nodded, placing the snake's fangs in a stone grinder and grinding it continuously.

After a while, Iger looked at Malfoy's crushed snake teeth: "Are the particles too big?"

In the distance, Harry and Ron looked at Malfoy and snickered. Obviously, Malfoy's fear of Iger made them feel good.

However, for Malfoy, who was bullied by Iger, Snape walked around the classroom with an appearance of "I can't see you."

Suddenly, a pungent smell came, and Neville burned Seamus' cauldron into a crooked piece. The potion in the cauldron was about to be sprinkled on the floor, not far away, Iger's hand was quick, he stretched out his hand, and then he went up. With one pick, all the potions flew into the air, shrinking into a ball and disappearing into the air.

On the ground, a few drops of potion that had fallen burned the slate into small holes.

"Idiot!" Snape looked at Neville grimly, but it was probably because of Iger's quick reaction that he wasn't in such a bad mood as he seemed.

"I think you probably put the porcupine thorn in without lifting the cauldron from the fire?"

Neville burst into tears, but luckily he wasn't hurt by the boiling potion.

"Restored as before." Iger pointed to Seamus' cauldron, and the cauldron turned back to its original state after a while: "I think you should master this spell, it's quite practical."

"I have to tell you Morrissey." Snape's shady voice sounded: "With their magic, there is no way to restore a crucible that has changed in quality, at best, it can repair a broken bowl. "

"What if..." Iger shrugged, "I think Neville is quite talented."

Neville looked at Iger gratefully, and Snape snorted noncommittally.

Iger didn't care, he just wanted to divert Snape's attention away from Harry. After all, just now, Snape trained his eyes and began to glance at Harry, obviously with some idea in mind. Just a little more jam for Harry.

"Excellent staffless spellcaster Morrissey," Snape said in a slow tone.

The eyes of Gryffindor's little lions suddenly lit up. Is Snape going to give Gryffindor extra points?

However, they clearly overestimated Snape's bottom line.

"Five points for Slytherin," Snape said greasy.

Iger: "???"

Are you **** kidding me? Complimenting me to give Slytherin points?

The hearts of a group of little lions are cold, it seems that Snape not only does not intend to give Gryffindor extra points, even in his eyes, Iger is his **** Slytherin...

Harry didn't know how he got out of the basement from the steps, his thoughts were rolling in his head, and his mood was very low.

There was only one thought in his head: Snape's heart was so **** dark...

Harry was going to ask why Egg Snape hated him so much...

"Cheer up, he often deducts points from Fred and George." Ron touched Harry's arm: "Can I go to see Hagrid with you?"

"Iger will be okay?" Harry looked at the potions classroom. After class, Iger was left behind by Snape.

Hermione angrily walked past them: "Iger will be fine, Snape treats him better than his own son. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

In the potions classroom, Iger looked at Snape with a smile: "What's the matter with me?"

"Just to remind you not to say unnecessary words." Snape flipped through a book.

"What extra words..." Iger looked innocent: "But Harry's eyes really..."

"Shut up." Snape interrupted Iger roughly: "Don't mention her name again."

The two stared at each other for a while, and Snape looked at Iger word by word: "Don't... tell... others."

"It's obviously the child of the person you love the most, yet you are still so vile." Iger pouted.

"But he is also the child I hate the most. He was carved out of a mold." Snape's face was gloomy.

Iger thought for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Do you have anything that Lily left behind? Like hair or something."

Snape looked at Iger sarcastically: "How do you say? You still want to bring her back to life? Don't think I don't know, you are playing with the idea of ​​the resurrection stone, but I think it comes from the fact that you haven't been killed by your oath. Look, the resurrection stone should be real."

"I know that Muggle biologists have a method of cloning, and the children born look like cell providers..." Iger fiddled with his slowly growing slender fingers: "You want to raise a daughter Is it?"

Iger swears that he was only going to be mad at Snape because he yelled at Hermione...

This time, Iger saw the light from Snape's eyes again...

"Wow...you are really perverted..." Iger smacked his lips dryly, got up and tried to run away, the next second he rose up again, Snape carried Iger out of the school with big strides, and a group of students watching were stunned for a moment. stunned.