Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I don't want your father to come to trouble me." Iger looked into Malfoy's eyes and said softly: "You know, you will go to Hogwarts sooner or later, which means that sooner or later you will fall into my hands, See what I mean?"

Malfoy nodded quickly, and Iger was very satisfied with his response. Compared with the childish rivalry between Malfoy and Harry, Iger felt that a strong impact might cause a critical blow to Malfoy's young mind. If Fu is not stupid, he should know that he is not something he can provoke.

"My name is Iger Morrissey, remember my name, one day it will make you look up." Iger looked at Malfoy with a smile: "If you are willing to change the character you hate, I think I I don't mind being friends with you."

Malfoy stared blankly at Iger, and nodded shyly. His mind was still blank, and Iger's shattered body just terrified him.

Iger looked at Malfoy: "Wait for me to drop you off?"

Malfoy woke up like a dream and left the pub in a hurry. Whether it was Diagon Alley or anywhere, Malfoy felt much safer than staying by Iger's side.

"Mr. Tom, a glass of butterbeer." Iger smiled at the hunched old Tom behind the bar.

"I don't recommend underage drinking, Mr Morrissey..." Tom's voice sounded like a broken old bellows, especially when he laughed, Iger couldn't help but wonder if someone had stabbed him in the lung. Hole.

"Azkaban won't lock up a curious kid because he stole a beer, and he won't arrest you for selling alcohol." Iger grinned.

"It makes sense..." Tom looked at Iger ingratiatingly, and served a glass of butterbeer with thick foam. Iger's tender little hand held a huge oak beer mug, which looked a bit funny.

Iger squeaked and drank beer, and a large group of wizards unknowingly surrounded him. From time to time, someone chatted with Iger, and Iger chatted with them one after another.

Soon, Hagrid's tall figure appeared in the shop.

"I just heard that there was a little wizard in the Leaky Cauldron who used a beautiful smash to blow up an entire wall. Seriously, Iger, this is very dangerous." Hagrid looked at Iger and said seriously.

Iger looked at Hagrid and opened his mouth. He wanted to tell Hagrid that someone had said bad things about him just now, but after thinking about it, he nodded: "I'll pay attention next time."

"But I heard that the boy was trying to protect his friend, Iger, I was very moved." Hagrid's rough voice laughed, and couldn't help hugging Iger lightly: "Everyone in the Malfoy family is very annoying, I I don't want you to have any conflict with them because of me, after all, they are still powerful..."

Iger looked at Hagrid and laughed, feeling itchy in his heart.

"The price of spider venom is higher than I thought. A sneaky old lady bought it from me for sixty Galleons." Hagrid looked at Iger and whispered, "It's a lot of money, isn't it?"

Iger nodded and followed Hagrid into Diagon Alley. Hagrid said he would choose an owl for Iger, which made Iger a little excited.

"After two days, we will spend more time in the Forbidden Forest, and we should be able to buy you a good flying broom. In fact, we can buy it now, but the brooms of dozens of Galleons are obviously not worthy of our future great magic. Teacher, isn't it?" Hagrid walked with big strides, and Iger trotted behind Hagrid.

Hagrid turned his head and laughed at the way Iger was running. He reached out to hold Iger and let Iger sit on his shoulders.

"I think you'll be more relaxed this way," Hagrid said.

Iger sat on Hagrid's broad shoulders, looked around, and the people around looked at Iger. Hagrid's outstanding height made him particularly striking.

Hagrid took Iger to the door of a shop. Iger looked at the sign on the shop:

Ella Owl Shop…

"This house has the most complete set of pets. Most of the students at Hogwarts found their messengers here." Hagrid put Iger down, pushed Iger through the door and walked in.

"Welcome." The female owner of the shop said with a smile.

"Which one you like, pick it yourself." Hagrid patted Iger's little head.

There were many owls in the house. Iger wanted a Costco like Harry Potter. He looked around, hoping to find a friend who had a good eye.

Soon, in a corner of the shop, Iger saw a little guy with big eyes looking up and down at him. This owl has black and white feathers and a small beak. With those big eyes, it looks cute.

"I want this!" Iger grinned.

"Fifty Galleons!" The female boss looked at Iger and rubbed her hands.

"How much?" Iger and Hagrid both stared, looking at the female boss in panic and asked in unison.

"Fifty." The female boss shrugged: "That's the laughing owl. It is said that a species that went extinct decades ago is rarer than a giant dragon. Fifty Galleons are already very cheap."

In the corner, the big-eyed owl jumped in the cage, looking at Iger with some anticipation.

"What are the characteristics?" Iger looked at the female boss.

"It just sounds like someone is laughing, isn't it weird?" The female boss spread her hands.

Iger was a little speechless: "No matter how weird it is, it's just an owl."

The female boss looked a little impatient: "Things are rare, do you understand? Do you buy them?"

Hagrid opened his mouth to buy it. He could see that Iger really liked that owl.

"Thirty Galleons!" Iger frowned and looked at the female boss: "This is the limit we can bear."

Saying that, Iger made a regretful expression and planned to leave, but the female boss hurriedly stopped him and stuffed the cage into Iger: "Thirty is thirty, you know that I have already made a lot of money at thirty, although it is an extinct species, but you That's right, it's just an owl, the poor little guy has been there for a long time, and others won't buy it when they hear the price..."

The female boss was chattering, looking at the thirty Galleons that Iger handed to her, obviously very happy.

"Black shop!"

The two were walking in Diagon Alley, but Hagrid was still indignant: "A toad is only a few silver cents! The most expensive owl is only eight or nine Galleons! What did she think she was selling? A giant dragon? "

In comparison, Iger was clearly in a good mood. He constantly comforted Hagrid and reached out to tease the laughing owl in the cage.

In his arms, Guoba timidly stuck his head out to look at the laughing owl in the cage, and slowly moved to the side of the cage.

The laughing owl looked at the tree guard Luoguo in front of him and slammed into it, so frightened Guoba ran back to Iger's arms, screaming. In the cage, the black and white owl burst into laughter, and the originally big eyes were also mischievous. Squinting.

The peculiar laughter immediately attracted the attention of the people around, and Iger was also amused by it to laugh: "It's not worth thirty Galleons, isn't it? This laughter sounds very happy."

"The person just said that you might be the last laughing owl, how about calling you Luck? Lucky?" Iger stretched out his finger and poked Lack's beak, Lack glanced at Iger, and gently pecked at Iger's hand Peck, it seems that I am quite satisfied with the name.

A few minutes later, Iger and Hagrid came to Gringotts and deposited fifty Galleons. Hagrid helped Iger buy a money bag with a traceless stretch spell, and asked Iger to take the rest of the money with him.

The two then rode their motorcycles back to Hogwarts, and on the way they saw a train heading for Hogwarts.

"Want to see the freshman entrance ceremony?" Hagrid asked.

"Can you?" Iger was a little curious.

"Of course you can, you are also a part of Hogwarts now, there is no reason why you can't." Hagrid smiled.

The rumbling motorcycle fell into the forbidden forest, and Hagrid motioned for Iger to return to the castle first.

"I'm going to pick up the freshmen who are entering the first year. Iger, go and prepare for the banquet. The entrance banquet dinner is very rich." Hagrid patted Iger's little head.

Iger nodded and walked towards the castle with Lack's cage.

After a while, Iger walked out of the Gryffindor common room after finishing packing, and the house elf Kaka led him to the academy auditorium.

"I haven't remembered the location of the auditorium for two days. I really doubt what is in your head, Iger." A greasy voice came, and Iger turned his head to look, and a red light was facing himself. lasing.

Iger was suddenly shocked, and the red light was blocked by an invisible barrier more than one meter in front of him.

"Nice silent casting, it looks like you don't even need a wand now." Snape looked at Iger with a gloomy look, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and then he looked at Kaka: "You Go back, I'll take him to the auditorium."

Kaka bowed to Snape in panic, and then the figure slowly disappeared.

Iger couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had maintained the state of armor and body protection as Snape said, otherwise, it would have been unpleasant to come here just now.

Iger took small steps and followed behind the fiery Snape, and the two entered the auditorium. At this time, the four rows of long tables in the auditorium were already filled with groups of little wizards in black robes.

Seeing Snape and Iger walking in, people's curious eyes all fell on Iger.

"He doesn't look like he's ten years old? A freshman?"

"Maybe it's Snape's relatives? Otherwise, that old bat wouldn't be in the mood to take children..."

There were all kinds of voices around, Iger felt a little embarrassed, and being stared at by so many people was obviously a little stressful.

"Little Egg!" A crisp female voice sounded, Iger turned his head to look at him, and on the long table in Gryffindor, Elsa was looking at herself excitedly: "Sit here, here!"

Iger looked at Elsa and laughed. It is a very happy thing to have a familiar person in an unfamiliar environment.

Just as he was about to walk towards Elsa, Snape rudely picked up Iger's collar, and a negative voice appeared in Iger's ear.

"It's a pity, Miss Smith..." Snape looked at Elsa with the same stinky face that never changed. "Iger is my disciple. I think he should sit in Slytherin instead of... Gryffindor?"

The noise around him suddenly became more lively. Snape was talking about disciples instead of students. When did this greasy old guy start accepting disciples?

Elsa looked at Snape without flinching: "But I think he hasn't arrived at the branch yet, isn't he? It should be his freedom where to sit."

"Ms. Smith is right." Professor McGonagall appeared next to several people at an unknown time: "Where to sit should be the child's freedom. We have no right to interfere, Severus."

Snape looked at Professor McGonagall, then dropped Iger's collar and looked at Iger threateningly.

Iger grinned and sat happily beside Elsa, then turned around and waved to Snape.

Snape's face became obviously more ugly, he snorted, and strode to the teacher's bench.

Professor McGonagall looked at Iger, pursed her lips, a smile appeared on her serious face, and Iger also grinned at her.

"What the **** is going on here? Why are you here?" Elsa looked at Iger with beautiful eyes: "I was shocked when I received the letter from Professor Dumbledore, aren't you only eight years old? "

Iger's words were concise and to the point, and whispered in Aisha's ear: "Suddenly broke out, come here to recuperate..."

"The silent one?" Elsa looked at Iger in panic and looked him up and down: "God, doesn't that mean..."

"It's okay, I can roughly control it. Dumbledore said it's good to survive the age of ten." Iger waved his hand quickly.

Elsa was still worried, and checked Iger up and down.

Iger looked at Elsa: "I agree with you to adopt me, what do you think?"

"Really?" Aisha's eyes lit up, and she took Aigra into her arms: "That's great, when I graduate this year, I'll find a job with a good salary, and then I can fully adopt you."

"I have a way to make money." Iger laughed: "I still have fifty Galleons in Gringotts."

Don't underestimate 50 Galleons, it would cost more than 2,000 yuan in RMB! In this era, the monthly salary is much higher than that of many wizards. A Muggle worker's salary of more than one hundred pounds a month is only twenty or thirty Galleons in Galleons.

Miss Aisha has always been so gentle and beautiful, it would be better if she didn't always tease herself...

"And I will probably live in Hogwarts for three years. Anyway, I must stay with Old Dengtou before I am ten years old." Iger chanted, and the little lions around him all Began to come up curiously and talk to Iger.

In the teacher's chair, Dumbledore smiled and looked at Iger on the Gryffindor long table: "He is very friendly, isn't he?"

"Yeah, but I still think he should belong to us in Ravenclaw." Professor Flitwick was obviously still preoccupied with the issue of Iger's belonging.

"But he couldn't answer the eagle's question." Dumbledore smiled.

"Many students in Ravenclaw can't answer. The eagle has nothing to do every day, only thinks about problems. It has something wrong, and it has nothing to do with him. I always couldn't answer it when I was in school." Flitwick The professor wasn't in a good mood, but Snape, who was not far from him, was clearly in a worse mood than him.

One of the two felt that the smart wizard who belonged to their own academy was kidnapped by Dumbledore, and the other felt that the disciples they had taught should sit in their own academy. Naturally, Dumbledore had no good face.

"I think if there is more laughter in your academy, that kid should be happy to go to your academy." Dumbledore took a sip from the golden cup in his hand: "The freshmen are about to come in, let's start the branch. Ceremony."

The auditorium door opened, and Professor McGonagall walked in with a large group of timid little wizards.

In the next few minutes, Iger saw the singing of the Sorting Hat. To be honest, Iger felt that there was nothing interesting except the rhyme, but Iger thought of the dead raven at the door of the Ravenclaw common room. The hat is still a bit of a pursuit.

In the crowd, the little wizards were named by Professor McGonagall, and then they walked to the dining table belonging to their own academy with excitement and anxiety. Iger couldn't help but feel a little envious, but he was not in a hurry. …

The shortest kid from the freshmen looked taller than Iger, which made Iger a little sluggish. Looking at Aisha next to him, Iger didn't know how long it would take to push this girl.