Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

In the arena, Iger casually summoned the glowing trophy and placed it gently in front of the four of them.

"To be honest, your last level was ugly beyond my expectation." Iger glanced at the four of them: "Hysterical..."

Fu Rong turned her head in embarrassment.

"Crying for father and mother..."

Jiang Xuan coughed awkwardly.

"Headless..."

Krum lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers...

"And... sexy and charming." Iger looked at Hermione and smiled.

Hermione's face flushed slightly, and the other three immediately turned their heads: "???"

"Ahem...Of course, this game can also be regarded as the most difficult game ever, because in the previous games, you will never face more than two 5X-level creatures in each level, but this time...emmm ..."

Looking at a group of magical animals of various shapes outside the golden flame, Iger laughed: "Very good."

The audience in the arena immediately cheered, and the chaotic shouts scared the birds outside the Forbidden Forest.

It is a matter of celebration to be praised by the always serious Professor McGonagall, but it is undoubtedly an honor to be appreciated by Iger.

This kind of glory does not come from Iger's identity, but hearing this kind of praise from a species like Iger who crushes all magical creatures is something to be proud of.

In the past, the feeling that Iger gave to others was: I never make friends to see if they are strong or not, anyway, they are not as strong as me~

Iger has praised other people's charm, intelligence, and even elves' cooking skills, but he has never praised how powerful others are, but this time, people really heard such words of praise from Iger.

"However, before that, I was not sure whether you could afford this trophy. You must know that this year's trophy is the year with the highest gold content!" Iger looked at several people with a smile: "So I need to see if you have I don’t have the courage to pick up the trophy, it seems that you have all made up your mind to make it or not, I am very pleased, so I announce that this year’s ranking is tied for first place.”

Fu Rong looked at Iger blankly: "But the referee team..."

"Oh...to his jury.

"Iger waved his hand casually: "Dragon, I caught it, and I took the money. So I have the final say, what's the problem? "

no...no problem...

Karkaroff looked at the screen in front of him and swallowed. Dumbledore looked a little disappointed, and he was looking forward to the final score.

Madame Maxime smiled kindly, but there was no objection. She knew that from the second level, Furong's record of winning the championship was almost gone.

As for Mr. Zou Shu, he stroked his beard with a smile. He really came here with the purpose of friendship first and competition second, so it can't be said that he was disappointed.

"That... there is only one trophy..." Jiang Xuanzhong grinned in embarrassment.

"It's okay, I will ask someone to build a few more, these are not problems." Iger spread his hands.

"I still feel... a bit too sudden..." Hermione looked at her hands in a daze. There were strands of golden flames spreading on the parts that had been bruised and bruised in the maze, and the golden flames flowed rapidly around her body. Repairing the injuries suffered by several players in the game.

"Very good, since this is the case, let's go back~" Iger tapped his staff on the ground, and several people appeared on the rostrum of the audience stand in an instant. In the next second, deafening cheers resounded in the audience On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, people threw flowers to their favorite warriors, and the warm atmosphere infected everyone present.

"Boss! Are you crazy?"

As soon as Iger came out of the Forbidden Forest, he was dragged aside by the twins who rushed to the podium.

"What's wrong?" Iger froze.

"Four people tie for first place, which means that there are no losers in this game. Similarly, it also means that we, as bookmakers, will lose a lot!" George spit in his mouth and looked at Iger with a broken face.

"It's okay, it's a small matter." Iger smiled: "You have to take a long-term view and give as much as you want."

"Why?" Fred sighed wistfully.

"It's a carnival for the whole people. What they want is to win money from gambling, and what I want is to continue smoothly after the hegemony." Iger raised a finger: "What I want is the good reputation of the official bookmaker, and the future The banker status of each competition, one competition, not much loss."

Iger smiled, holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, as long as he wants, he can play the British wizarding world until inflation...

The twins were sent away, and Iger was soon surrounded by crazy students. Everyone was cheering excitedly, because there was no loser in this game. If you insist on saying who lost, then it seems that only Iger .

But looking at Hermione who was chatting with Aisha with an excited face, Iger felt that being taken advantage of occasionally is actually quite good.

...

For the whole day, all the students were immersed in the joy of the end of the game. At night, there were singing and dancing in the Gryffindor tower. This time, many students from other colleges took advantage of the excitement to get into the Gryffindor banquet. Fundor Tower.

For example, Draco and Astoria who were whispering in the corner, or Luna who looked at Neville calmly, everyone was eagerly discussing the last game that just ended during the day, accompanied by Someone's dancing and laughing.

At this time, Iger was quietly sitting on a soft chair in the principal's room, drinking lemon juice, thinking about a more important matter.

Tonight's principal's room is also very lively, so far the most powerful group of people in the magic world have appeared here.

For example, a certain mysterious person who covered his ears and eavesdropped and concealed his identity was leaning against the window and playing with a magic wand.

Another example is a lolita vampire Emily, who is more than two hundred years old and still pretends to be young, poking at the portrait of Slytherin on the wall curiously: "Hey... are you a Slytherin?"

"I heard that your descendants also have blood race~"

"Can a Parseltongue only talk to snakes? What about lizards and salamanders?"

Slytherin looked irritated, and impatiently avoided Emily's restless little hand in the portrait.

Dumbledore sat quietly behind the desk, his deep eyes fell on a cauldron in the middle of the room, the cauldron was gurgling and tumbling, and Snape was quietly boiling the potion in it.

And little Barty, who was caught by Iger during the day, was being tied up on a chair, and Professor McGonagall was guarding him.

"I think...it should be enough." Snape said in a flat voice.

"Nice, I think, so how are we going to force Harry to give his blood now?"

Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, and set his eyes on Snape who had finished brewing the potion.

"Leave it to me..." Snape said in a serious tone.

Isn't he going to take Harley's first blood? Iger looked suspiciously at Snape striding away.