Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

On the other side, in Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore sat on the chair and looked at the image made of smoke in front of him with interest. The image was exactly what was happening in the kitchen at this time.

"It seems that our Principal has found a student who is very suitable for you?"

A greasy voice came, Dumbledore raised his head, and his wise eyes looked at a man in a black robe in the room. The long black hair on the man's head made him look a little gloomy.

At this time, Snape didn't seem to be in such a bright mood. In fact, his mood was basically not very good. Unless Harry Potter hit the fire dragon's **** with his broom, the dean would be three hundred and sixty a year. For five days, it was the expression of eating shit.

"Nice kid, isn't it? Sif?" Dumbledore smiled. "Seriously, I'd love to try this kind of food Iger made, it looks good, but you know, it's on. Age is most afraid of eating these spicy things."

Dumbledore thought about it with interest. Snape looked a little impatient. He always felt that if Dumbledore was not fighting at his age, it would be better to stay in a nursing home or a museum...

"So what do you want me to teach him?" Snape looked at Dumbledore. "Eight-year-old children, even those who are silent, can't learn a few spells."

Snape's meaning was obvious, he was helpless, just wait to die.

"I think there is an endless source of magic power like Silent, and it's only a matter of time before you learn it. I thought you had the patience." Dumbledore looked at Snape.

"If you are patient, I think Professor Sprout's patience will be better, and Professor Flitwick is more reliable than me in terms of spells." Snape was a little impatient.

"But I need you to teach him Occlumency. At least among you, your Occlumency is the best." Dumbledore nodded.

Snape's face darkened: "If they are also walking on the edge of death, their Occlumency will definitely be better than mine."

"So you agree?" Dumbledore smiled.

Snape's face was gloomy: "I don't have a choice, do I?"

Dumbledore spread his hands innocently: "I didn't force you, and one more thing, don't check his memory when teaching him, can you do it?"

"Then how do you want me to teach it? Is it according to the script?" Snape was almost in a hurry. Compared with Dumbledore's statement, the difficulty seemed to be similar to that of letting him eat with his feet.

"Take your time, we have time. At present, we have at least three years to prepare." Dumbledore gave Snape a meaningful look.

"God babbling..." Snape looked at Dumbledore for a while, then turned and left with a greasy long voice.

"As far as this evaluation is concerned, I think you have a very common language." Dumbledore smiled and said towards Snape's back.

Snape froze, then quickened his pace and left.

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"Double, doubletoilandtrouble... (Don't be afraid to work hard and not be afraid of trouble

"Fireburn, andcaldronbubble... (The boiling foam in the kettle has become a storm

"Somethingwickedthiswaycomes! (The wicked must come!

Iger stood on the long kitchen table, with his wand in his hand guiding the elves, and a group of elves around the table sang happily.

This song is the one that Professor Flitwick directed his students to sing in the third film Prisoner of Azkaban. Just now, when Iger asked who could sing, he proposed this song. It seems that everyone basically sings. , after all, having lived in Hogwarts for so many years, there is no reason not to sing.

Fortunately, thanks to Iger's tossing and turning, the little elves in front of them seem to have lost the restraint they had at the beginning. Although they are still very humble towards themselves, their eyes clearly reveal their closeness.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Iger." Kaka bowed deeply to Iger excitedly, and Iger took him aside with a helpless expression.

"Don't you usually do some activities?" Iger picked up a piece of mutton and put it in his mouth, the taste was not bad.

The elves looked at each other and seemed a little surprised by Iger's words: "Our happiest activity is to serve wizards!"

"Forgive me..." Iger shook his head helplessly. He understood it. It was basically useless to say anything in the face of this group of stubborn ancient creatures: "Come here, eat quickly!"

Fortunately, Iger was just tossing and turning so much, and the elves were no longer so trembling. They all sat timidly at the table to eat. From their eyes, it was obvious that Iger was a good person.

Eating and eating, Kaka burst into tears, Iger hurried forward: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Iger is so kind to Kaka and the dishes he cooks are so delicious, Kaka is so moved..."

Iger shook his head speechlessly: "Hurry up and eat!"

From the morning to the afternoon, Iger was already starving. In the morning, he was still shining shoes on the streets of London, and in the afternoon, he went to Hogwarts' kitchen to cook hot pot...

The current time is already sunset, and occasionally an elf will go to prepare dinner for a few professors. Iger suggested that they serve the hot pot to a few professors, and they did so, but to Snape The elf was obviously scolded.

But Iger had no choice but to give another consolation to stop the elf's panic.

"Professor McGonagall said that the hot pot you made was very delicious, and he asked me to thank you!" Kaka bowed to Iger.

"Professor Sprout too, Professor Flitwick said that although it's very delicious, he doesn't like spicy food very much..." The elf next to him said excitedly.

Iger shrugged, looking indifferent. Iger has come to the UK for the past few years and has fully realized how **** British food is.

I love to eat fish, but the British can only fry and fry them. However, the fish in the UK is really delicious. Maybe because of the sea area, the meat of the fish in the UK is better than the fish I ate in my previous life.

The most common things people eat for breakfast are sandwiches, ham, fried eggs, milk…

What xiao long bao, siu mai, wonton, soup rice, bean curd, fried dough sticks, soy milk, nothing!

Iger always thought that he could make a lot of money by opening a restaurant in the UK, especially in this day and age.

After dinner, Iger rubbed his stomach and walked contentedly inside Hogwarts Castle. It was the first time he saw moving stairs. To prevent getting lost, Iger brought Kaka with him.

There are seven secret passages recorded in the original book, but the descriptions are somewhat abstract, and there are many similar statues and floors in the castle. Iger did not find which secret passage for the first time. The only good news is that When he knew that the Requirement Room was on the eighth floor, Kaka took him to the Requirement Room.

Iger felt that it was necessary to find the Ravenclaw crown first, not to mention damage, at least put it in an absolutely safe place first, Gringotts is quite good, although Harry and the others are in the seventh. I broke in once in my grade, but for the average wizard, nothing is safer than Gringotts.

None of those stingy goblins will buy it, not even Voldemort!

Looking at the door slowly appearing on the wall, Iger pushed the door open and walked in. For thousands of years, the contraband stuffed here by countless students formed hills. Iger did not dare to touch those things at will, so he had to walk. Stop and look everywhere.

A pockmarked stone wizard with a filthy tattered scroll and an ancient, faded crown...

Iger recalled hard in his heart and searched everywhere.

More than ten minutes later, Iger stopped in front of a pile of debris. In front of him was a stone statue of a pockmarked old wizard with hollow eyes. Iger looked up and landed on the crown on top of the stone statue.

Iger felt that his breathing was a little heavy, knowing the location is one thing, finding it is another...

Gently took off the crown, Iger looked at the words in front of it carefully.

"Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind..." Iger read it out softly: "Perfection, that's what it is."

Iger didn't think about putting the crown on his head. He knew that once he put the crown on, something strange would definitely want to enter his brain.

Holding the crown, Iger left the request room and let Kaka lead him towards the principal's office.

"Good evening, Iger, are you here for some bedtime readings?" In the office, Dumbledore sat at the table, looking at Iger behind the half-moon lens.

"I just found a very interesting thing and brought it to show you." Iger grinned.

With that said, Iger put Ravenclaw's crown on Dumbledore's desk, Dumbledore looked at the crown, and his eyes slowly became serious.

"Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind." Iger read: "Looking at your expression, I obviously found something incredible."

Dumbledore nodded: "That's right, very incredible."

Saying that, Dumbledore put the crown in the drawer, stood up and looked at Iger carefully, but still did not use Legilimency: "I have to say, Iger, you are more mysterious than I thought, even though I I really want to give you a Legilimency, but my gut tells me I shouldn't do that."

Iger shrugged, he didn't care if Dumbledore would know his origin, what would he know? Can you kill yourself?

If he did, obviously he wasn't Dumbledore.

It is difficult for you to evaluate a person like Dumbledore. He can use anyone, including his own life, to kill Voldemort. In fact, if necessary, even to save the next person, Dumbledore will Wouldn't begrudge his own life, he was a real Gryffindor after all.

A guide who can think that love is the most powerful magic. Iger does not think that the other party is really a bad person. He is just too rational in some things, and even calm is too scary. Such a person will always make people afraid. .

He is not a good person in the pure sense, nor can it be said that he is a scheming bad person. If Iger really wants to evaluate him, Iger thinks that he is a very great person.

"I'm really not worried now that you will be like Iger, my student." Dumbledore looked at Iger with probing eyes: "But I personally think that you are a bit like a friend of mine."

Looking at Iger's somewhat unclear gaze, Dumbledore smiled: "Compared to him, my student is just a junior who is greedy for life and fear of death..."

Iger thought for a while, Dumbledore should be talking about Grindelwald. Although Iger hadn't seen where Fantastic Beasts were when he was traveling, he had seen Grindelwald's name more than once.

"Iger, what do you think of Muggles?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

Iger didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but he still said: "No idea, but compared to Muggles, the magical world is simply too poor..."

Iger said, and then nodded again to confirm: "Too poor!"

"But we have powerful magic!" An old man with a hat on the wall portrait waved his hand, obviously not agreeing with Iger's words.

"Professor, have you heard of the atomic bomb?" Iger grinned and said, "Do you know about the nuclear peace policy?"

Dumbledore nodded decisively, clearly agreeing with Iger's words.

"Of course, I think that although Muggle weapons are very powerful, it is not inevitable." Iger spread his hands: "As long as you give them a Confusion Charm before they launch their nuclear bombs, their nuclear bombs will fall on their heads. , and the caster only needs one more Apparate."

"I don't think a war with Muggles is a good thing, but if there is a war, Muggle weapons may be very dangerous, but before the wizard's powerful mobility and endless means, maybe the war has not yet begun. The upper class of Muggles is all controlled by wizards, I think, although such high-level wizards are not common, they are definitely not rare, right?"

"Of course, at least each of the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic has such basic abilities. The development of the magical world has existed since the beginning of human society." Dumbledore nodded.

"Besides, a place like Hogwarts will definitely have protective magic, let alone a war, whether the other party can find it or not is a matter of choice. Many half-blood wizards or Muggle-born wizards live in Muggle society. It is unrealistic that there might be a war." Iger shook his head: "Wizards and Muggles can only coexist. Even if the wizards are destroyed, sooner or later, there will be children with magic in this world."

"The way to defeat the enemy is never to destroy the enemy, but to understand the enemy." Iger looked at Dumbledore: "Of course I will not regard Muggles as the enemy, because for wizards, Muggle girls are better to lie... "

Iger stood up and looked at Dumbledore and bowed slightly: "That's my opinion, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is such a professor, I should also go back to my room to rest, good night."

Dumbledore looked at Iger approvingly and nodded slightly.

As if remembering something, Iger said quickly: "I think there should be more than one thing. I suggest that you better collect them all before destroying them together."

Dumbledore nodded, put his fingers crossed on the table and looked at Iger carefully: "So, how many do you think there should be?"

Iger grinned: "Seven is a very magical number, isn't it?"

"I think so..." Dumbledore smiled: "Then, good night."

At night, Iger lay in the Gryffindor tower for a long time, unable to sleep.

Why Gryffindor? Because the question raised by Ravenclaw's bronze door knocker is so **** up, Iger is unlucky, the dark raven didn't ask himself which came first, the chicken or the egg, the fire or the phoenix, but I asked myself a very tricky question, but Iger didn't answer it...

Hufflepuff didn't know where, and Slytherin Iger didn't want to go...

Too many things happened in one day. First it became Silent, then I met Auror Kingsley from the Ministry of Magic, and finally I was sent to Hogwarts. Dumbledore, an old madman, taught himself to control Silent. Of course, if it wasn't for the explosion of information in his previous life, Iger felt that he might go crazy.

Although time-travel novels appeared endlessly, when things really happened to him, Iger realized how incredible this kind of thing was, and then Iger felt that he was thinking a little too much, and he was reborn, what would happen to Dumbledore? Surprisingly?

Turning over, Iger slowly fell into sleep.