Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I have to warn you one thing, in any case, distraction is not allowed in the battle, you must take care of each other." Iger looked at the two with a serious expression: "And you must master the silent casting of the iron armor spell as soon as possible, and you must ensure that you are in battle. When in the middle, he instinctively releases the Iron Armor Curse."

"I don't want to see George standing alone in front of your stele Fred one day." Iger looked serious.

If reading books in the past life is the most regrettable thing in the entire Harry Potter seven-part series, then Iger thinks it must be Fred's ending.

"The Iron Armor spell is too difficult..." Fred spread his hands: "Is there any other spell?"

"As far as I know, the Iron Armor spell is the easiest one to indiscriminately protect wizards regardless of any type of spell." Iger nodded: "You should have seen it, your spell is right. I am completely ineffective, no matter when and where, I have been running the iron armor spell, this is already instinct."

"God, what kind of life did you have before..." George looked at Iger in disbelief.

Iger's mouth twitched: "It's okay, it's just that Snape suddenly jumped out of nowhere and gave me a curse..."

Looking at the expressions of the two, Iger vaguely felt a trace of sympathy.

For a long time to come, Iger has been helping the Weasley brothers to make up for the curse, and the two have also learned a lot of useful spells.

Time flew by unwittingly, and soon, Halloween was two days away.

"When we could barely hold your wand, we found out that your left hand can also cast spells..." Fred leaned helplessly on a chair.

George tilted his neck and panted slightly. The large amount of mana consumption made him a little tired: "What's next? Feet?"

"You guys are so disgusting..." Iger squeaked while holding the double-warmed milk: "It's just a good suggestion... Maybe I'll be able to use five parts to cast spells in the end."

"It's four, and your right hand must hold the wand." Fred reminded Iger.

Iger straightened his waist and shrugged his hips forward.

The twins immediately laughed, and Fred nodded: "You're right..."

"This may be the most powerful in the world..." George looked at Iger with a smile, and Iger waved his hand hurriedly.

"Stop, I'll be a pervert if I continue..."

"You are already a pervert." Fred nodded.

"When you say five..." George looked serious.

Iger flat-mouthed: "Perhaps, I have already taught you the most common spells so far. You just need to train more. The rest is only black magic, and I can't teach you any more."

"Thank you Professor Morriss for your hard guidance~"

"You have worked hard!"

Seeing the two laughing and laughing, Iger was a little helpless.

Maybe because of the upcoming Halloween, the atmosphere in the school was a little restless in the past two days. When Iger came to the magic spell classroom the next day, he could clearly feel that the classroom was more noisy than usual.

Professor Flitwick stood on the podium and taught the Floating Mantra: "Don't forget that delicate wrist movement that we have been training!"

Stepping on a thick stack of books under his feet, Professor Flitwick shrieked: "With a wave and a shake, go and don't forget the wizard Balufeo, he said 'f' to 's', and found that he was Lying on the ground with a bison standing on his chest."

"That's pretty strong, after all, bison can't be summoned casually..." Iger whispered.

Professor Flitwick divided them into a group. Because of Neville's expectant eyes, Iger had no choice but to go with him. After all, Harry and Ron couldn't see him. Seamus dragged a group, Hermione and Ron a group, looking at their appearance, it is difficult to say who is more annoyed...

Iger looked at Neville encouragingly, and silently released an ultimate guardian spell beside him.

Fortunately, although Neville failed, he didn't do any damage either...

At the table behind him, Seamus detonated his feathers with a bang. Iger was not surprised. He felt that Seamus might be suitable for a summoning spell, and maybe he could summon a Gundaluf...①

"Wingadim Leviosa!" Ron's voice came over, Iger turned his head to look, he shouted loudly, and waved his two long arms like a windmill.

Beside Iger, Hermione said mercilessly: "You are wrong, it's Yugadi Mulavi-O-Sa. The word 'plus' is long and clear."

"Since you're so clever, come try it out." Ron growled angrily.

"The first spell Iger taught me was this." Hermione rolled her eyes: "I can now cast spells silently."

said. With a wave of her wand in her hand, the feathers fluttered.

"Beautiful silent casting, well done!" Professor Flitwick clapped, and everyone laughed habitually. It was no wonder that Hermione and Iger scored extra points in the spell class.

Sure enough, Professor Flitwick gave Hermione another five points, Iger clapped his hands with a smile, the feathers flew, and Professor Flitwick gave Iger another ten.

In his opinion, giving Hermione and Iger lessons is a kind of enjoyment, but he has always emphasized that Iger had better put the tip of the Eagle Wand he gave him on the wand, saying that he would be happier.

Iger said that the eagle's open wings made him uncomfortable, so he took it off after trying it once.

After a class, Ron's mood was extremely bad.

A large group of students were bustling in the corridor, Harry and Ron were struggling to squeeze.

"No wonder no one can stand her except Iger!" Ron said to Harry, "Except for Iger, who is much better than her, she treats everyone like that, it's a nightmare!"

Beside Iger, Hermione burst into tears, Iger felt helpless for a while, it's hard to say who's right or wrong in this kind of thing.

Hermione walked away in a hurry, but Iger didn't chase after him. He felt that it might be a good thing for Hermione to learn empathy.

"I think she heard you." Harry said, looking at Hermione who was pushing past him.

"So what?" Ron was still so annoyed: "I think she must have noticed, she has no friends."

"Iger is." Harry pointed to Iger next to him.

"Boyfriends and friends are different, right?" Ron pondered.

All afternoon, Hermione disappeared, Iger didn't go to Hermione, Hermione had trace marks left by Iger, she had been in the toilet for a long time, Iger just skipped a few classes with Hermione, Go to sit on a stone step not far from the door of the girls' bathroom and read a book.

Harry and Ron overheard Parvati talking about it when Harry and Ron went to the Halloween party at night, and Ron seemed a little uncomfortable.

"I think Iger must be blaming us for annoying Hermione." Harry said dryly: "It's not that fun to sit on the stone steps for an afternoon..."

"No." Ron affirmed: "I feel that Iger seems to be not very interested in our disputes all the time, and looks like he doesn't care."

"That's because he has always been the type who can move his hands and try not to speak." Fred, who was not far away, grinned and ate a piece of baked potato.

George also echoed: "Maybe when he gets impatient, he will turn the two of you into skunks and hang them at the school gate."

"He's always had a soft spot for being a skunk."

"And it's handy."

The two of them sang in harmony, and Harry and Ron's faces turned pale when they heard it.

"Don't listen to them." Neville whispered to the two of them: "Iger wouldn't do that. No one knows what he's thinking. Iger feels like Professor Dumbledore to me."

"Really? I feel that Iger is sometimes more troublesome than us. He looks crazy, is it not as exaggerated as you said?" Parvati, who was whispering to Lavender, turned his head to look at Neville.

"Professor Dumbledore is crazy too..." Ron said, but he was relieved, it seemed that Iger really wouldn't turn them into skunks.

The ceiling of the auditorium tonight is extraordinarily beautiful. I don't know where Dumbledore got a thousand bats. The ceiling of the sky that used to be deep and vast is now covered with layers of low and dense dark clouds, constantly not far above the dining table. Circling and flying around, the Jack pumpkins on the walls and on the long table sparkling with fire in their eyes, it looked very interesting, and overall it was a very good Halloween for the students.

Harry was eating a potato with the skin on when Professor Quirrell burst into the auditorium, with the large scarf on his head crooked, his face full of horror.

Quirrell hurried to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned against the table, panting and trembling, "The troll--in the basement--I thought you should know... "

After speaking, he fell to the floor with his head and passed out.

Screams sounded, and the auditorium suddenly became a mess. Dumbledore had to use his wand to blast purple fireworks in the air several times, and then everyone quieted down.

"The prefects will immediately lead the students from each academy to the dormitory area!"

"How can a troll get in?" Harry looked at Ron and asked in the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

"Don't ask me, trolls should be ridiculously stupid." Ron said, "Maybe Peeves did it? To make Halloween a little more interesting."

The two walked with the crowd, and then Harry grabbed Ron's arm suddenly.

"I remembered, Hermione and Iger!"

"What happened to them?"

"They don't know about trolls yet."

Ron bit his lip and looked at Harry with a bitter face: "It doesn't matter, right? Iger is so strong."

"But that's a troll!" Harry's green eyes were full of anxiety: "Quirro said that trolls are very resistant to spells."

"Okay, but it's better not to let Percy find out we're gone." Ron nodded, and the two of them buried themselves, mixed with the Hufflepuff crowd, and walked in the other direction, sneaking quietly past the empty space. corridor. Just as they turned the corner, the two heard hurried footsteps behind them.

"Percy!" Ron whispered, pulling Harry behind a griffin statue.

The two looked over from behind the statue, but found that it was not Percy, but Snape. Snape hurried across the corridor and disappeared from their sight.

"What is he doing?" Harry whispered. "Why doesn't he stay with the other teachers in the basement downstairs?"

"How do I know?" Ron said casually.

The two of them didn't have to pay attention for too long, and quietly walked down another corridor, trying not to make a sound.

"Can you smell anything?"

A stench penetrated into their nostrils, like the smell of smelly socks mixed with a public toilet that was never cleaned.

Not only they smelled it, but Iger also smelled it on the stone steps not far from the women's toilet.

Harry and Ron looked in horror at the huge figure at the end of the passage on the left, and they quickly retreated into the dark, watching it slowly walk into a patch of moonlight.

Iger looked blankly at the troll walking towards him, stood up slowly, and covered his nose lightly with his left hand.

Harry and Ron also noticed Iger on the stone steps at this time, and they hurried out to try to persuade Iger to hide.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

An extremely fast transparent light and shadow flashed by 'Whoosh', and the troll suddenly separated from its head.

With the wand in Iger's hand dangling gently, Harry and Ron stared at the blood-gushing neck of the troll. The scene in front of them caused too much impact to them.

"It's too strong, what kind of spell is that?" Ron looked at Iger with shining eyes.

"Dark magic, you are not suitable to study now." Iger smiled.

In the women's toilet, Hermione walked out of the toilet with red eyes, and was immediately frightened by the huge figure falling down in the corridor and the pungent stench.

"What happened?" Hermione asked in a panic, looking at Iger.

"The troll was put into the castle. I have been waiting for you at the door, and it happened to be delivered to the door." Iger looked at Hermione and smiled.

Hermione looked at Harry and Ron: "How about you?"

"We heard that Iger and you have been here all the time, so we rushed over to rescue you..." Harry looked at the troll corpse on the ground and swallowed: "But it looks like we are no longer needed."

Ron shrugged: "Iger is so good to us, we have to be interesting, you know..."

Hermione's little face was tensed, and then a smile appeared on her face.

Before she could say anything, loud footsteps sounded, and several people turned their heads to look, and a group of professors hurried over from the other side of the corridor.

Professor McGonagall was at the forefront, and Snape followed closely behind.

Iger felt that they came so fast must be because of the stink of the troll, at least he was a little over the top.

Quirrell walked behind the two of them, glanced at the troll corpse on the ground, and then sobbed weakly, leaning against the wall beside him and holding the clothes on his chest tightly.

Snape bent down to look at the troll, and Professor McGonagall looked at the white lips of the others, and Harry felt that judging from her expression, there was no hope of winning fifty points for Gryffindor.

"What the **** are you playing?" Professor McGonagall said in a cold and angry tone.

Snape looked at the wound on the troll's neck, then turned to look at Iger.

"In fact, it's Professor McGonagall. Hermione and Harry had a little conflict. They kept crying in the toilet, and I waited for her at the door. We didn't know that the troll entered the castle." Iger explained: "Harry and Ron wanted to run over to inform us for our safety that they were brave and did not embarrass Gryffindor."

"Oh...if that's the case." Professor McGonagall calmed down and looked at Ron and Harry: "Five points for your brave performance...Gryffindor. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Professor McGonagall snorted and seemed to have not recovered from the worry just now: "Five points per person."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and grinned.

Professor McGonagall looked at Snape, Snape nodded at her, and then turned to look at Iger: "As for you, Mag, you can kill giant monsters with one blow, courage and strength coexist, and you can achieve even many graduations. Gryffindor adds 20 points to something that is hard to do in life, but next time it's not allowed, trolls are already very rare."

Iger laughed. He didn't think that Professor McGonagall gave him too little, because Professor McGonagall gave him enough in every Transfiguration class.

"Okay, kids, hurry back to Gryffindor's tower. The students are all in their own academies wanting to use the Halloween dinner." Professor McGonagall smiled at a few people.

Iger swung his wand in his hand, and a golden-red flame devoured the troll's body instantly. Professor McGonagall's eyelids twitched, and she recognized that it was obviously a fierce fire.

Immediately, Iger pointed to the blood sprayed by the troll on the wall, and the wall immediately became clean.

A few minutes later, the four of them walked towards the tower. Ron grumbled.

"She should add fifty points to Iger, that's a troll." Ron was a little unhappy: "It's only twenty points, and Iger has more than thirty points in one day's class."

"It's because Iger is so good at earning points that Professor McGonagall only added 20 points." Harry thought for a while: "If I wanted to be us, maybe 50 points..."

A few people returned to the lounge. There was a lot of noise in the lounge. Iger smiled at the embarrassment of the three beside him. At least they should be friends now, right?