Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Chapter 47: Substitute

Iger then smiled awkwardly and fiddled with the mandrake in his hand.

"What are you doing with the new branches of your poison-cut tentacles?" Harry looked at Iger strangely.

"The purchase price is very high, and the poisonous tentacles are very precious. When they grow teeth, a small branch will cost at least several Galleons..." Iger muttered in a low voice: "What's so good about mandrakes, this thing's role is only You can put it in the hot pot base to get rid of the fishy smell of meat..."

"How many Galleons?" Ron suddenly looked at the poisonous tentacles behind him with fiery eyes. The herbal class that I used to hate suddenly became very interesting.

"Yes, most of the money I live in is obtained at Hogwarts." Iger spread his hands: "Whether it is a forbidden forest or a greenhouse or a messy place, as long as you want, you can definitely get it at Hogwarts. Gwartz got help."

"What can make money in the Forbidden Forest?" Ron looked at Iger expectantly.

"A lot..." Iger thought for a while: "The eggshell of a bird and snake, the eggshell of that thing is silver, the hair of a unicorn, a ten Galleon, the venom of an eight-eyed giant spider, etc. It’s all worthless stuff.”

"Hagrid didn't even tell us!" Ron said a little sour.

"Hagrid doesn't like to exchange the things of the creatures in the forbidden forest for money, and his knowledge is really limited." Iger shook his head: "Except that Hagrid helped me get a lot of tuition and miscellaneous fees before I entered school. I have always gone to the Forbidden Forest to get it by myself, what's more, just driving your twin brothers out of the Forbidden Forest is enough for him..."

Ron nodded dazedly, and was about to say something when Professor Sprout's voice sounded.

"Okay, everyone put on the ear packs. Although the cry of the young mandrakes is not fatal, it can make people coma for a few hours." Professor Sprout motioned everyone to put on the ear packs: "I think You wouldn't want to be in the hospital on the first day of school."

"Iger, don't tug at the leaves of the mandrake!" Professor Sprout shouted loudly, but Iger was wearing ear packs, pretending to be inaudible, and quickly took a few pieces and put them in his pocket. Professor Prout suddenly looked melancholy.

With a 'puchi', he pulled out the mandrake, and Iger shoved the wrinkled black doll in his hand into the pot on the other side. Jin raised it slightly and shoved it in again.

Harry and the others on the side followed Iger in the same way. I have to say that this is indeed a lot more convenient, but Professor Sprout was very unhappy. She felt that Iger's movements were too rough and not good for plants. grow.

"What's the use of this thing growing?" Ron said.

"What the **** are you listening to? I have answered Professor Sprout's question." Hermione said impatiently, "Mandela is an important part of most antidotes, which can make deformed or petrified people back to their original state."

"Well, who would get what Transfiguration?" Ron muttered.

After a herbal class, the tossing students were exhausted and complained about the fatigue of the herbal class, but soon there was a worse class waiting for them, Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class...

However, for others, this class may be difficult, but for Iger and Hermione, this is a class to brush marks...

Their homework is to turn a small beetle into a button...

Harry lost his strength for a long time. The beetle quickly avoided the wand in Harry's hand, trying to escape from the table. Ron on the other side was even more unbearable. He tried to hold the beetle again and again, but he accidentally killed the beetle. In desperation, I had to go to Professor McGonagall to ask for another one, but I didn't seem very happy to see Professor McGonagall.

Iger felt that even with his presence, Ron's worn wand was not damaged, and it seemed to be no different from the broken wand in his hand...

Until the bell rang for lunch, both Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. Harry felt like his brain was a wrung out sponge, and Ron lay on the table weakly.

Iger stood up and took Hermione's little hand. After greeting the two of them, Shi Shiran walked towards the auditorium.

"I really envy Iger..." Ron groaned weakly: "His life is so beautiful."

"Don't say that." Harry whispered, "Iger is an orphan, and I think the most important thing for him should be family."

"Oh...then I'm willing to trade Percy for the Hogwarts castle..." Ron hummed.

"I think he might not like it..." Harry flattened his mouth, and then the two looked at each other and laughed maliciously.

At lunch, on the long table in Gryffindor, Iger muttered in a low voice, "Are you ready? Dobby?"

"It's arranged, Mr. Egger." Dobby's shrill voice sounded in Egger's ear.

A few minutes later, the students saw Lockhart strode in with a big smile on his face, and Iger sat silently beside Fred and George nibbling a piece of baked potato, just about to enjoy a 'Truth Show'. Then he felt a big hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Iger, you left so early that day." Lockhart greeted Iger with a smile on his face.

The baked potato in Iger's hand was still stuffed in his mouth. Hearing this, he turned his head with the potato in his mouth: "Get out!"

Lockhart walked away with a smile, as if the embarrassing incident had never happened...

Iger really had to admire this guy's face. His words were subconsciously spoken. Originally, he really didn't intend to attack directly.

Seeing that Lockhart was sitting on the teacher's bench eating lunch, he took a sip from the cup, and then he saw that Lockhart's eyes gradually became empty.

Iger gave the Weasley twins a wink, the twins nodded, and immediately moved to Lockhart's side happily, and Iger casually dropped a small beetle on the twins' robes.

The beetle was Rita Skeeter, who hurried over after Iger pressed the Egg Hall sign on the twins' arms.

"Hey, Professor Lockhart, we have admired you for a long time!" Fred shouted loudly, trying to attract the attention of the students and professors in the auditorium.

Sure enough, because of the unusual words of the twins, people turned their heads and looked at them in surprise.

"Thank you!" Lockhart's eyes were blank, but he still grinned.

"I want to ask you, what method did you use to stop the werewolf and expel the female ghost?" George asked curiously, holding an egg roll to Lockhart's mouth, as if it was a Muggle 's microphone.

"Stopping werewolves? Expelling female ghosts? That's not what I did..." Lockhart's words were like thunder on the ground, causing an uproar in the auditorium.

"Silence!!" Iger pressed his throat, and a loud voice made the auditorium quiet again.

"But you wrote so many amazing things in the book?" Fred asked in a playful voice. No one noticed. At this time, a golden cup in Lockhart's hand disappeared silently, not far away. Snape raised his eyelids, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

"Books are children who can deceive people..." Lockhart said cheerfully: "Use your common sense to think about it. If people don't think that I did those things, the sales of books will be far worse, and readers will not be willing to To read the deeds of an ugly old American wizard who, though he saved a village from the scourge of werewolves, wouldn't it be ugly to have his picture in a book? He had no taste at all in his clothes...and that banishment The witch of Wan Lun's ghost, she has a hairy chin..."

The surroundings became noisy again, the students looked at Lockhart in disbelief, and a little girl suddenly stood up and looked at Lockhart: "So you put everything other people do on your own account. ?"

"It's not that simple... I have a lot of work..." Lockhart's eyes were slightly empty: "Follow up and investigate to find out how they did it, and finally I will cast an oblivion spell on them, if I have anything Proud, that's my oblivion spell, you know, kid?"

As the last sentence fell, Lockhart's medicinal effect finally passed, and the smiling expression on his face gradually stiffened as his brain became awake. Looking at the angry and disgusting eyes around him, Lockhart's face instantly turned pale.

"I think your proud oblivion spell has no chance to be cast... Mr. Lockhart." Snape's dark voice sounded, and he looked at Lockhart gloomily: "I have to make sure that I Your students will not be harmed by your Oblivion Charm."

"I think the guards of Azkaban should have natural resistance to the Oblivion Curse." Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart angrily with some cloudy eyes: "Actually, I don't think you are a villain. Wandless casting is possible, sorry, we had to take your wand!"

Lockhart's face gradually turned hideous, and he suddenly stretched out his wand, but someone moved faster than him, and Fred waved his wand happily, knocking him unconscious.

"Beautiful silent casting, twenty points for Gryffindor!" Professor Flitwick shouted in a sharp voice, and it seemed that he was also taken aback by what Lockhart said just now.

"We will cherish it and salute you, Professor Flitwick!" Fred bowed cheerfully to Professor Flitwick.

"This is the first time we have added points since we entered school..." George laughed hehely: "It feels really good."

Just after the students were in an uproar because of Lockhart's despicable behavior, after a while, the Ministry of Magic rushed to a few Aurors to take Lockhart away.

"How can you do this?" After a while, Hermione looked at Iger worriedly: "The Ministry of Magic has strict controls on the use of Veritaserum, and you will be arrested! And openly drugging the professor, what do you think? What would the professors think?"

"Don't worry..." Iger grinned: "Fred just filled the unconscious Lockhart with a whole bottle of aged whisky, and everyone would think he drank too much... and before that, Seaver and I Ruth has communicated, he thinks it's a great idea, and even if it comes out, I've told the house-elves in the kitchen to put the blame on Dobby, and as for Dobby, I just gave him half of it. Months off, he went on vacation, and no wizard can catch a free elf."

"The main point is that I talked to the professors before doing this, and they always thought that bringing Lockhart to justice was the best option, even if it took the extra time to help the students for a few sessions. Defense Against the Dark Arts class..." Iger said with a smile: "Seriously, that guy is really annoying enough, and he was hated by all the professors on the first day he came here..."

At night, in Dumbledore's office, Iger was looking at Dumbledore with a smile.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to stand him until halfway through the semester." Dumbledore was chewing on a Bibido flavored bean: "Well...snotty...but I didn't expect you to be on the first day of school. Just start."

Iger looked at Dumbledore strangely: "So... what flavor can you eat just because you are knowledgeable?"

Dumbledore blinked, thought about it, and said, "Life... It's always exciting to try everything..."

"Ouch..." Iger covered his chest and retched, then decided not to continue this disgusting topic: "I thought you would be unhappy if I took him away."

"Actually, it's a little bit, after all, it means that this year the students don't have a suitable Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore nodded.

"What do you think of me?" Iger looked at Dumbledore with a smile.

"So you were waiting for me here." Dumbledore nodded with a smile: "I recognize you as Iger, but I don't know what the parents of those students think."

"I think I should be able to do it." Iger thought for a while and said.

"I think so too." Dumbledore nodded: "You caught that noisy little beetle in your hand, didn't you?"

"I can't hide anything from you, I need to win over some forces." Iger looked into Dumbledore's eyes calmly.

"It's a good thing, to be honest I don't want you to fight alone like me~www.NovelMTL.com~ Dumbledore doesn't seem surprised that Iger thinks:"If I could have been as tough as Voldemort or Grandover wrist, I don't think Voldemort will last long. "

"Let you say that I'm like them..." Iger flattened his mouth.

"In my opinion, you and them are the same kind of person, excellent, outstanding, outstanding, even as fierce as your wrists." Dumbledore nodded, his eyes under the half-moon lenses looked at Iger's immature face: "The difference is that , Iger, your positions are different, your personalities are different, you are much happier than them, and you cherish everything around you more, otherwise I will kill you when you used Avada to kill Quirrell. Controlled, in my opinion now, even if it is kind to others, sometimes a tough hand is as important, which may be my mistake at the beginning."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll become uncontrollable?" Iger pouted, he didn't believe that Dumbledore had nothing behind.

"I have thought about whether you will become more greedy." Dumbledore nodded: "But after thinking about it, it seems that there is really nothing that can attract you. The only thing you are bad at now is power. , but you don't seem to be interested in that thing, eh?"

"I don't even bother to write homework..." Iger said flatly.

"That's right, you should have no interest in paying attention to those political struggles..." Dumbledore nodded: "Then, it's up to you, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be replaced by you, but I only give you In a year's time, next year I will no longer have a reason for students to substitute."

"One year is enough." Iger nodded: "So, homework or something..."

"I can't help you with this..." Dumbledore said without thinking.

"..."

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