Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

At night, in Professor McGonagall's office, Professor McGonagall was grading the students' homework. Because of the large amount of homework left over, Professor McGonagall's work was much more than other professors.

"Meow~"

A black cat squatted by Professor McGonagall's desk.

"What's the matter, Iger? If possible, I hope you can go back to bed early." Professor McGonagall waved his wand and closed the door: "Okay, if you have anything to say, hurry up."

The cat's body changed, and Iger appeared in front of Professor McGonagall: "I'll recommend a good Seeker to you."

"Are you recommending yourself? It seems that you have practiced a lot?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help laughing when she looked at Iger: "I can help you apply for Professor Dumbledore."

"No no no, although I ride pretty well, I don't have much interest in Quidditch." Iger waved his hand: "I'm talking about Harry, he's a natural Quidditch player."

"Don't tell me that you took that kid on Iger's broom." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger with serious eyes: "It's very dangerous."

"Not yet, but he is indeed very talented. I promise you, after all, his father is James Potter." Iger laughed: "I'm just thinking about the Academy, knowing that Slytherin is seven years old. Consecutive championships."

Professor McGonagall was a little hesitant. Iger's words really moved her. She missed the trophy for seven consecutive years, which made her often avoid Snape, and also made the elderly Professor McGonagall feel very embarrassed.

As long as the college can get honors, what does it mean to violate the school's rules? !

Most of Gryffindor's courage is spent on breaking school rules!

"I'm going to take Harry to the outskirts of Hogsmeade to practice tomorrow. You can watch it there. I'm very good at my Levitation Charm and Apparition, so don't worry." Iger laughed.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, thinking about what Iger said in her heart. Compared with the Academy Cup, a small violation of the school rules might not be a big problem?

"Then, good night~" Iger looked at Professor McGonagall and smiled, his figure shrank again, and he walked silently in the corridor at night.

Immediately, a somewhat suppressed frightened sound came, and Fred patted his chest and looked at Iger's figure.

"It scared me to death, I thought it was Mrs. Norris..." Fred breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter?" George appeared at the corner of the corridor with a pile of snacks.

Iger looked around and stood up in a whirl: "Good evening, gentlemen..."

"Cool..." The twin brothers looked at Iger and said in unison.

"You turned out to be an Animagus, Iger." Fred said in a suppressed voice.

"I've practiced for a long time, maybe you can try it, Professor McGonagall will be willing to help you." Iger looked at the two with a smile.

"Will you be willing to deduct points for us..." George came over and handed Iger a piece of pastry.

"No, I was taught by her." Iger grinned.

Originally, I planned to lend them the Marauder's map to play with, but considering that my appearance might cause some butterfly effects, it would be bad if the two of them saw Peter Pettigrew...

"I suggest you go back to the dormitory quickly, otherwise Filch will go crazy again." Iger smiled: "Good night, you two."

The two looked at each other.

"Maybe we should really learn Animagus..."

"Help each other…"

Early the next morning, Iger was forced to pull Harry and Ron from the bed, who couldn't wait.

"I said, this is against the school rules." Hermione said a little angrily.

"So you still followed?" Iger grinned.

Hermione was a little under-confident: "I'm just afraid that something will go wrong with you."

Harry and Ron snickered behind, and Iger wanted to laugh a little too. He led a few people along the way to a statue to open a secret passage, and quickly walked in with the three of them.

"There's actually a secret passage here? How did you know, Iger?" Ron was a little surprised.

"There are many secrets in the castle. There are seven secret passages in total. It's up to you if you can find them." Iger nodded and answered Ron's words lightly. A few people stuck their heads out of Honey Duke's cellar.

Ten minutes later, on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, Iger took out three small brooms from his pocket, spread out his hand, and the three brooms suddenly became normal sizes.

"Where did you find so many brooms?" Ron was a little surprised: "It turned out to be two comets..."

Harry looked at the slender broom in the middle, with a line of words carved on the top of the broom: Nimbus 2001.

"At Hogwarts, there is always help for those who are worthy of help." Iger waved his hand and motioned the three to stand by the broom.

The other two brooms he found in the Room of Requirement, where there were simply too many...

"He reached out to the broom and said: Get up, be careful to bring some emotion." Iger said.

"Get up!" Harry looked at the broom and said, and the Nimbus 2001 flew into his hand.

Harry stared in surprise. In the dark, a tabby cat looked at Harry with its mouth slightly open.

"Get up!" Ron said to the broom when he saw Harry's appearance.

With a 'bang', the broom slammed into Ron's face, and Harry and Hermione on the side laughed immediately.

"Don't laugh..." Ron lost his energy for a long time before finally letting the broom fly into his hands.

Hermione looked at Iger, stretched out her hand and said softly, "Get up!"

Thank goodness, the broom flew into Hermione's hands, and Iger would never forget the way Hermione was stomped with a broom in the backyard of Granger's house when her tears were wiped away.

"Very good, basically okay." Iger nodded: "Come from Harry first, Hermione, give me the broom."

Taking the broom that Hermione handed over, Iger leaned on the broom and flew into the air above the heads of several people with a swoosh.

"Harry, get on your broom and kick the ground."

Harry did as Iger said, and the broom whistled and flew up. Harry looked at the broom under him in surprise.

Iger took out a small stone from his pocket: "I'll throw the stone out here, you must catch it before it hits the ground."

As soon as the words fell, Iger suddenly threw the stone out, Harry was stunned, then turned the direction of the broom and chased after him.

Iger threw it with great strength, and the small stone roared and flew into the distance. Harry looked at the direction where the stone fell and swooped sharply, grabbing the stone in his hand.

Seeing Harry excitedly falling from the sky, Ron shouted excitedly.

"How do you feel?" Iger looked at Harry.

Harry's heart beat a little faster: "I feel like it could be faster..."

"Very good talent." A serious voice sounded, and Professor McGonagall's tall and thin figure suddenly appeared next to several people.

The three of Harry's faces turned pale with fright.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Iger laughed: "With such a talent, I think Professor Dumbledore will make an exception and let him join the team."

"Fifty-foot dive, you scared Iger." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, but she looked a little excited, and she looked at Harry: "The speed of diving at that speed didn't even scratch a skin, Come with me, Potter."

Having said that, Professor McGonagall hurriedly left with Harry.

"Harry won't be fired, will he?" Ron looked at Iger with a bitter face.

"Of course not. I applied with Professor McGonagall last night to take you out today, and Harry will soon be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Iger shook his head: "Harry is on Quidditch. There's talent, his father was the best Seeker in the 100-year-old cadet, there's something in the trophy room, that's talent."

Ron looked so excited: "Then can I?"

"I see, I can't..." Iger shook his head: "But it should be possible in the future."

"Okay..." Ron shrugged a little disappointedly: "I think we should help Harry celebrate."

"I agree, how about a banquet in the kitchen at night?" Iger nodded.

……

The news of Harry's approval as Gryffindor's new Seeker has caused quite a stir at the school, which has been discussed in recent days.

"I've never ridden a broom, my grandma never let me."

On Thursday morning, in the sunlit auditorium, Neville said.

Harry and Ron both felt that Neville's grandma was very reasonable, because even if Neville had both feet on the ground, unexpected things might happen.

"You're just too unconfident Neville." Iger was lying on the table, biting a long straw in his mouth, and the straw was connected to the cup in his hand: "Actually, I really think you are quite good. Talented, at least you can see it in herbal medicine class."

"Maybe it's because Professor Sprout is the only one who doesn't reprimand me..." Neville said somewhat unconfidently.

"Didn't you already master the Flying Spell I taught you?" Iger laughed: "This is not a spell that first-year students can master."

"Iger is right." Hermione sat next to Iger and looked at Neville: "You are indeed too unconfident. In fact, you can do better."

"I think so." Neville still had an unsure attitude.

Iger thinks that Neville may have parents because he is like this, but it is more likely that his grandma is too strict with him.

Another routine owl rain, an owl flew to Neville's side and handed him a small package.

"It's a memory ball," said Neville, opening the package. "Grandma knows I'm always out of memory, and he'll tell you if there's something you forgot to do, just hold it tight, like this, if It turned red, oh..."

Neville suddenly elongated his face, and the memory ball in his hand glowed red: "It means you forgot something."

"The problem now must be that you have forgotten what you have forgotten, right?" Iger laughed.

Not far away, Malfoy passed the long table of Gryffindor, and subconsciously, he snatched Neville's memory ball.

Harry and Ron jumped up, probably for some reason they wanted to fight Malfoy.

"Go away!" Iger turned his head to look at Malfoy.

Malfoy watched Iger's face change, and he realized that Iger had been lying across from Neville...

Malfoy hurriedly stuffed the memory ball into Neville's arms and left in a hurry.

In the distance, Professor McGonagall walked towards this side. It seemed that the incident just now caught her attention.

"It's a good deterrent, Mr. Morrissey." Professor McGonagall's serious face revealed a smile, nodded to a few people, turned and left.

"I just said that Professor McGonagall has always favored us." Iger laughed.

Ron looked at Iger strangely: "You scared him into this virtue with just one spell?"

"Of course there are other reasons..." Iger nodded: "For example, that spell blew up an entire wall..."

"Wow..." Harry laughed.

"Iger has always been Slytherin's nightmare." Wood walked over and greeted several people.

"I can't beat it."

"I don't dare to scold."

Fred and George followed Wood.

Wood looked at Harry: "Professor McGonagall has already asked you for a leave of absence from this afternoon's flying lesson. All you have to do this afternoon is to have Quidditch training with us."

Immediately, Wood looked at Iger sadly: "It would be even better if you could join. I have seen you flying Iger. Your level is very high."

"But I'm really not very interested in Quidditch." Iger smiled.

"It's a pity, if you join the team, I'm willing to give you my bat." Fred pushed Hermione, who was beside Iger, to sit beside Iger and embraced his shoulders.

"Maybe you can blow Slytherin's head off." George pushed Harry aside and sat on the other side of Iger.

Iger looked at them, wondering if they were talking about hitting Bludgers or hitting Slytherin players' heads.

"Remember that Flint?" Wood looked at Iger and smiled: "He is the captain of the Slytherin team now."

Said, Iger pointed to the long table of Slytherin, Iger turned his head and looked, a tall and strong boy with buck teeth dodged his eyes.

"His buck teeth seem to be bigger?" Iger frowned.

"The place you're paying attention to is really peculiar." Wood nodded with a smile: "But it's really bigger."

"Slytherin's classic tactics, relying on size to squeeze the opponent off the broom, so they obviously have an advantage over Ravenclaw's gang of bean sprouts." Wood frowned and looked at Slytherin's direction: "Then Pig-like size is easy to find in Slytherin."

"It's also very advantageous to us." Fred shrugged.

"We've lost seven years in a row..." George poked at Wood's scar mercilessly~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's different, this year we have the earliest Hogwarts Seeker to join the team in the millennium. "Wood looked at several people excitedly.

Iger laughed, I hope, if I remember correctly, you still lost this year...

……

Around 3:00 in the afternoon, Iger led Hermione Lolita to the lawn of the flying lesson.

"I'll bet on a kiss, Neville will definitely have a problem..." Iger whispered in Hermione's ear.

Hermione blushed and rolled her eyes, "Neville won't."

"Betting?" Iger looked expectant.

"Just bet..." Hermione's face flushed red.

A few minutes later, as Madam Hooch's whistle sounded, Neville failed to live up to expectations. Before the whistle sounded, he threw himself into the sky.

Looking at Neville who was getting taller and taller, the lawn was full of exclamations.

"Neville is flying..." Iger pointed the wand in his hand, Neville's figure quickly fell from the air, Iger held his left hand, and Neville landed firmly on the ground.

Immediately, Iger waved and recalled the broom that had lost his mind.

"Fast reaction speed, Mr. Morriss, Gryffindor plus ten points."

Mrs. Hooch hurried over to check whether Neville was missing any parts. Neville looked at Iger with a pale face.

"Iger, thank you."

"You're welcome." Iger said with a smile, while Hermione blushed.

Seeing that the surrounding students were all around Neville, Iger pointed out his face: "Well..."

The little girl lightly tapped her foot and gave Iger a quick kiss on the face, then turned her head blushing.

Looking at the steaming girl beside him, Iger smiled like a little fox.