Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Harry, please call Hagrid for me, hurry up, that guy doesn't dare to come back." Iger tapped the wand in the unicorn's wound lightly.

Harry nodded and hurriedly launched a red spark into the air.

After a while, Hagrid hurried over with a lamp and a small umbrella: "What happened? Iger, why are you here?"

"Don't talk about that, hurry up and call Professor Kettleburn for me, he should have healing medicine for magical creatures..." Iger tapped his wand in his hand: "This is caused by black magic, I can only use its blood at most. Stop, hurry up."

Hagrid nodded somewhat bewildered: "Then be careful, I'll take them back first."

Saying that, Hagrid hurried back to the castle with Harry and the others, and hurriedly woke up Professor Kettleburn who was in pajamas. The two hurried over with the healing medicine. In the middle of the night, the dying unicorn was finally rescued.

The next morning, at the door of Hagrid's hut, Iger was feeding a silver-white unicorn with grass. The little guy seemed to know that Iger had rescued him, and from time to time he licked Iger's little hand affectionately.

Although the unicorns' nature allows them to only allow virgins to approach, but for a savior like Iger, it can't help but get close to each other.

"It's so good..." Iger rubbed the unicorn's head, and Buckbeak's big eagle head came up behind him, and cupped Iger with a taste, Iger patted Buckbeak's head lightly: "You Very nice too…”

"Iger, I really appreciate you." Hagrid walked over with a bundle of tender grass, looked at Iger and smiled: "If it wasn't for you, this little guy might have died last night..."

"It should..." Iger shook his head: "They helped me make a lot of money, I don't deny that I have selfishness."

Hagrid laughed: "No, our Iger is the kindest, and he must be a great wizard in the future, like Dumbledore."

Iger laughed, and the anger that had accumulated last night slowly dissipated.

"I really want to kill him..." Iger squinted and muttered to himself.

Hagrid shook his head: "Don't follow Snape's way, I don't want you to become vengeful like him, although he has a lot for you to learn, but I think you should pick some good ones. "

"Okay." Iger shrugged helplessly, Quirrell won't live long anyway, let him be...

When Iger returned to the Gryffindor lounge, Harry couldn't wait to rush up: "Iger, I have something to tell you."

"Is it about Voldemort?" Iger smiled.

"So, last night..." Harry looked at Iger in surprise.

Iger nodded and didn't refute: "Voldemort was indeed there at the time, but he was weak."

"Iger, I don't know if I should tell you something." Harry looked at Iger hesitantly. "I want to say, is there something between Snape and Voldemort?"

"Of course it does, Snape used to be a Death Eater." Iger nodded.

Harry was visibly stunned: "What is a Death Eater?"

"It's Voldemort's minions, I've seen them in the history of modern magic." Hermione walked over to Iger with a pale face: "Iger, listen to me, believe it or not, Snape wants to get the Philosopher's Stone. Help the mysterious man regain his strength."

"You also listen to me, if Snape really had the idea of ​​the Philosopher's Stone, he would have succeeded long ago, and he can get the Philosopher's Stone to make an elixir at any time." Iger gave Hermione a serious look. , and then Shi Shiran walked towards the auditorium, without sleeping all night, Iger felt sleepy and hungry.

"I swear, he must have been confused by Snape." Ron said with certainty.

Hermione and Harry hesitated. They didn't think Iger was so easily fooled.

"Think about it, that's Death Eater Harry." Ron looked at the two and said, "Why can he be a teacher here, maybe Professor Dumbledore is also bewildered, what's the difficulty in confusing Iger? ?"

Harry thought for a while, then nodded. After the three studied, they planned to continue the plan to prevent Snape from taking the Philosopher's Stone.

However, compared to stopping Snape, the three of them still have a big hurdle to pass, which is the upcoming final exam.

Even though Harry and the two were still laughing at Hermione before, there were still more than two months before the final exam, but they never thought about it, more than two months passed in a blink of an eye.

Iger was still listless in get out of class every day, lying on Hermione's lap in the sun after class, hiccups from time to time, as if he didn't care about the sudden exam.

Harry was a little helpless when he looked at Iger. He really envied Iger for doing nothing. Compared with Iger, who had a leisurely life, Harry's Quidditch training three times a week plus Professor McGonagall's stay. A lot of homework made him miserable.

As for Ron, even without Quidditch training, he was tortured by his homework...

When it came to the exam, Harry kept thinking about how Iger planned to pass the exam, but what he never expected was that in the potion exam, which he did not dare to turn his head at all, Iger snatched the paper that Malfoy had just written. copy…

Iger knew that Malfoy's grades in Potions had always been pretty good. Who wouldn't copy him?

Harry raised his eyes and looked at Snape, only to see Snape staring at him, as if he didn't see Iger's actions...

Harry felt sadness in his heart. If he were Iger, he would never believe that Snape would steal the Philosopher's Stone, would he? Hermione was right, Snape was like a son to Iger...

Iger didn't know Harry's inner thoughts, he just thought that his exam results should be pretty good, at least the Potions class should be excellent...

During the spell test, Professor Flitwick asked them to tap a pineapple across a table, and Iger gave him a shape-shifting spell. His stomach danced tango across the table, watching Professor Flitwick sluggish for a while.

"Forgive my professor..." Iger smacked his lips: "I really don't know how to tap dance."

"Actually, this tango is not very standard...and I mean making pineapples dance, a simple tarantella will do, but you do it beautifully, a perfect transfiguration..." Professor Flitwick pointed The thin voice said: "I will give you full marks..."

As for Professor McGonagall's practical exam in Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall asked them to turn mice into snuff boxes, and Iger suddenly got into trouble.

Iger looked at Professor McGonagall dryly: "I've never seen a snuff box..."

"Then it can be turned into a locket, it's almost the same, but the locket is smaller and may be more difficult for Mr. Morriss." Professor McGonagall looked at Iger with encouragement.

Iger nodded, and a beautiful locket appeared in front of the two with a wave of his hand. Professor McGonagall was obviously a little excited: "Perfect staffless and silent spellcasting, I can tell you your grades right now, full marks!"

Iger walked out of the classroom with a grin. He felt pretty good. The herbal class might have a lower score, but he answered all the regular questions. Basically, this exam is not a problem. As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Quirrell's question is even simpler, this guy is still trying his best to pretend to stutter...

The last course in the history of magic is not difficult for Iger. In fact, even if it is difficult, he doesn't really care. No matter how bad the grades are, the scumbags are still happy...

When the last magic history test was over, the little wizards around couldn't help cheering in unison. Even Hermione stood up a little excitedly, because for the next week, they didn't have to think about anything, they just needed to open the door. Have fun playing for a week and wait for the results...

No matter what others think, Iger intends to have a good week playing.

That afternoon, on the lawn next to the Black Lake, Iger was lying on Hermione's lap basking in the sun with squinted eyes.

Not far away, Harry and Ron whispered something, and then Harry jumped up and hurried towards Hagrid's hut with an anxious face, and Ron hurriedly followed.

Iger sighed faintly. It was really curiosity that killed the cat. He could feel that the little girl beside him was obviously not shy...

Iger wasn't in the mood to care about what they were discussing. He only knew that tonight he only needed to follow the three of them to finish the end. If there were no accidents, there should be no danger.

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At night, a black kitten was lying quietly beside the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Iger watched the three figures run downstairs quietly, and the three of them said something from time to time.

"What are you doing?" Neville's voice sounded in the corner of the room, and the three of them turned to look. Neville was holding on to the struggling toad Leif, and looked at the three with burning eyes.

"It's nothing, Neville, nothing," Harry said, hurriedly hiding the invisibility cloak behind his back.

"Are you going out again?" Neville said, staring at their guilty faces.

Hermione looked at Neville and hurriedly denied it, but although Neville was a little timid, he wasn't actually that stupid...

"You can't go out," Neville said. "You'll be caught, and Gryffindor will be even more unlucky."

"You don't understand..." Harry said anxiously, "This matter is very important."

Unfortunately, Neville was determined to stop them this time.

"I don't allow you to do that!" Neville hurriedly blocked the portrait hole: "I'm going to... have a contest with you!"

"Neville!" Ron looked at Neville angrily: "Get out of the hole, you idiot!"

"You are not allowed to call me an idiot!" Neville said, "You can't violate the school rules, and you taught me to resist others!"

"But not against us!" Ron looked at him angrily: "Neville, you don't even know what you're doing..."

Neville threw the toad away, stepped forward aggressively, and was immobilized by Hermione's petrification spell...

"Meow..." Iger reluctantly covered his eyes with his claws, and it was too soon to end.

Looking at the backs of the three of them leaving, Iger helplessly stood up under Neville's panicked eyes, and waved casually, "Stop the curse!"

Neville suddenly felt that he was able to move, and hurriedly ran to Iger: "Iger, I..."

"Don't worry, there will be no problem with me." Iger patted Neville on the shoulder: "Trust me."

Compared with the three of Harry, Neville was obviously more convinced of Iger. He looked at Iger and nodded: "I... did I do something wrong?"

"You have done a great job. It may only take some anger to resist the enemy, but sometimes it takes a lot of courage to resist friends. As I said, you are a real Gryffindor." Iger nodded with a smile: "Go back to sleep. Well, it'll be fine."

Neville nodded and returned upstairs with some hesitation. The moonlight penetrated into the tower. On the wall, Iger's shadow turned into a cat again, and sauntered out of the opening of the tower.

A few minutes later, when he came to the three-headed dog, he couldn't help but be amazed, the dog was indeed no smaller than a giant dragon...

The three-headed Luwei roared and bit at Iger fiercely. Iger instantly turned back into shape, quickly pulled out his wand and fell unconscious.

The magic power in the body poured out without reservation, a red light penetrated through Lou Wei's skin, and the three big dogs fell asleep immediately.

"Simple and rude, fast and efficient..." Iger muttered and removed Lou Wei's big claws, opened the trap door and jumped down, falling down slowly, Iger casually fired a burst of flames below, directly After passing through the shrunken devil's net, it fell to the ground.

Iger walked forward quickly, and there was a sound of wings flapping. At the end of the corridor was a door that looked a little old. Iger ignored the flying keys and just took out a small green small from his arms. Dongxi walked to the heavy door in front: "It's up to you, Guoba."

The door that has been enchanted may not be able to be opened with the spell, but the Hushu Luoguo can physically open the door with their slender little claws. Iger has tried many times, and all kinds of doors, without exception, can be opened in the small pot. The lock cylinder of the door opened in an instant.

As expected, Iger pushed gently, the door opened, Iger heard Ron's shouting in front, Iger silently cast a disillusionment spell on himself, quietly watching the three of them play chess.

For wizard chess, Iger has never been able to play, but he thinks that there is a way to do it in the past, and those stupid white chess can't stop the fierce fire.

Seeing Ron using himself to let Harry pass the customs, Iger couldn't help nodding lightly. Harry and Hermione hurried through the gate. Iger waved his wand and healed Ron's broken arm. Ron opened his eyes. Opening his eyes to look at Iger, he was a little surprised for a while.

"I think you can now ride the broom in front of you and fly out to inform Dumbledore..." Iger looked at Ron and smiled.

Ron wanted to say something, but Iger interrupted him and motioned him to leave quickly.

Immediately, Iger opened the door, and a stench filled the air. Iger was expressionless, and a fire burned the unconscious giant on the ground...

It seems that Quirrell did it. That guy is very good at trolls, and he also left the trolls.

Iger continued to walk forward, opened the door and walked in. Hermione was drinking the potion and planning to go back. It seemed that he had let Harry go through the flames in front of him.

"Iger!" Hermione screamed when she saw Iger, and ran over to hug Iger excitedly: "Why are you here... I mean... Anyway, let's go back and inform Dumbledore, Harry is still inside, St. Nep wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and the You-Know-Who might be in there..."

Iger shook his head helplessly, patted Hermione's head lightly, and interrupted her incoherent words: "Trust me, it must not be Snape in it."

"Iger..." Hermione looked at Iger pleadingly.

Iger shook his head helplessly, took out the ruby ​​necklace in his arms and handed it to Hermione. Hermione was stunned when she saw Iger's movements, and then covered her mouth in disbelief: "So~www.NovelMTL.com ~The Philosopher's Stone...always on you?"

Hermione had seen Iger's ruby ​​necklace. When she was at Granger's house, because of Iger's habit of not wearing pajamas, Hermione could see the ruby ​​necklace on Iger's chest every time she took a shower.

"What's in there is..." Hermione looked at Iger in a daze, looking at Hermione's dazed look, Iger grinned: "It's an ordinary stone, Dumbledore was playing with Voldemort... In fact, he even You might not even get a normal stone, trust me."

Iger said, took out a bottle of fireproofing potion and drank it: "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

Hermione nodded, Iger handed her a sip of the fireproofing potion, and the two stepped into the black flame in front of her.

Once inside the house, Quirrell was forcing Harry to stand in front of the mirror.

"Why are you?" Hermione looked at Quirrell in surprise.

"Oh... I really don't want to repeat what I just said to this hairy boy." Quirrell looked at Hermione lazily and said, and then looked at Iger behind Hermione and his face twitched violently.

"Hello, Quirrell, we meet again..." Iger waved his wand expressionlessly: "Harry here!"

Harry suddenly flew to Iger's side strangely, looking at Iger and Hermione with surprise: "How did you get in?"

"It's a long story..." Iger looked at Quirrell blankly, his eyes not moving at all: "Actually, I should have killed you in the Forbidden Forest that night, if it wasn't for Dumbledore who wanted Harry to experience it. Facing Voldemort, you may have been dead since school started... how the **** dare you touch my vault!"

"Of course... I don't rule out that Dumbledore might just want you to teach for free for another year..." Iger looked at Quirrell coldly.

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