Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"I must warn you that no matter what, distractions are not allowed in battle, and you must take care of each other." Iger looked at the two with a serious expression: "And you must master the silent casting of the Iron Armor Curse as soon as possible. When it hits, I instinctively release the Iron Armor Curse."

"I don't want to see George standing alone in front of your stele Fred one day." Iger looked serious.

If reading books in the previous life is the most regrettable thing in the entire seven Harry Potter books, then Iger thinks it must be the ending of Fred.

"The Iron Armor Curse is too difficult..." Fred spread his hands, "Aren't there any other spells?"

"As far as I know, among the magic spells that can ignore any type of magic spells and provide indiscriminate protection for wizards, the Iron Armor Curse is the simplest one." Iger nodded: "You should have seen it, your spells are right. I am completely ineffective, no matter when and where, I have been using the Iron Armor Curse, this is already an instinct."

"God, what kind of life did you live before..." George looked at Iger in disbelief.

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched: "It's okay, it's just that Snape will suddenly come out of nowhere and cast a curse on me..."

Looking at the expressions of the two, Iger vaguely felt a trace of sympathy.

For a long time after that, Iger has been helping the Weasley brothers to mend the spells, and the two have also learned a lot of useful spells.

Time flies by unknowingly, and soon, there are two days left until Halloween.

"When we were barely able to withstand your wand, we discovered that your left hand can also cast spells..." Fred leaned on a chair helplessly.

George raised his neck and panted a little, exhausted by a lot of mana consumption: "What's next time? Feet?"

"You guys are so disgusting..." Iger squeaked while holding double warm milk: "It's just a good suggestion... Maybe in the end I will be able to use five parts to cast spells."

"It's four, you must hold the wand in your right hand." Fred reminded Iger.

Iger straightened his back and shrugged his crotch forward.

The twins suddenly laughed, and Fred nodded: "You're right..."

"This may be the most powerful in the world..." George looked at Iger with a smile, and Iger waved his hand quickly.

"Stop it, I'll become a pervert if I continue talking..."

"You've already been a pervert." Fred nodded.

"When you name five..." George looked serious.

Iger flattened his mouth: "Maybe, I have taught you basically the common spells so far. You just need to practice more. The rest is black magic, and I can't teach it anymore."

"Thank you Professor Morrises for your hard work~"

"You have worked hard!"

Seeing the two laughing and joking, Iger was a little helpless.

Probably due to the upcoming Halloween, the atmosphere in the school these two days has been a little restless. When Iger came to the Charms classroom the next day, he could obviously feel that the classroom was more noisy than usual.

Professor Flitwick stood on the podium teaching the Levitation Charm: "Don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training!"

With a thick stack of books under his feet, Professor Flitwick said in a shrill voice: "Swipe, shake, go, don't forget Wizard Baruffeo, he changed 'f' to 's', and found that he was Lying on the ground, with a bison standing on his chest."

"That's pretty strong, after all, bison can't be summoned casually..." Iger whispered.

Professor Flitwick divided them into a group. Because of Neville's expectant eyes, Iger had no choice but to join him. After all, neither Harry nor Ron seemed to be able to see him. Seamus dragged a group, and Hermione and Ron were in a group. Judging by their appearance, it was hard to say who was more annoyed...

Iger looked at Neville encouragingly,

And quietly released an ultimate guardian spell beside him.

Fortunately, Neville didn't succeed, but he couldn't do any harm either...

At the table behind him, Seamo detonated the feathers with a bang, and Iger was not surprised. He thought Seamo might be suitable for the summoning spell, and maybe he could summon a Gundaruff... ①

"Wingadim Leviosa!" Ron's voice came over, Iger turned his head to look, he shouted loudly, and waved his two long arms like a windmill.

Beside Iger, Hermione said mercilessly: "You're wrong, it's Yugadi-Mlevi-o-sa, the word 'plus' should be long and clear."

"Since you're so smart, give it a try." Ron growled angrily.

"This is the first spell Iger taught me." Hermione rolled her eyes: "I can cast spells silently now."

talking. With a wave of her wand in her hand, the feathers immediately floated up.

"Beautiful silent casting, well done!" Professor Flitwick slapped his hands, and everyone smiled habitually. It's no surprise that Hermione and Igger scored extra points in the Charms class.

Sure enough, Professor Flitwick added five points to Hermione, Iger smiled and clapped his hands, feathers flew up, and Professor Flitwick added ten points to Iger.

In his opinion, teaching Hermione and Iger was a kind of enjoyment, but he kept emphasizing that Iger would better put the eagle wand tip he gave him on the wand, saying that he would be happier that way.

Iger said that the eagle's outstretched wings made him uncomfortable to hold, so he took it off after trying it once.

After a class, Ron's mood was extremely bad.

A large group of students was bustling in the corridor, and Harry and Ron squeezed hard.

"No wonder no one can stand her except Iger!" Ron said to Harry: "Except Iger is much better than her, she looks like that to everyone, it's a nightmare!"

Beside Iger, Hermione burst into tears, and Iger was helpless for a while. It's hard to say who is right or wrong in this kind of thing.

Hermione left in a hurry, but Iger didn't chase after her. He thought it might be a good thing for Hermione to learn how to think differently.

"I think she heard you," said Harry, watching Hermione squeeze past him.

"So what?" Ron was still so annoyed: "I think she must have noticed, she doesn't have any friends."

"Iger is." Harry pointed to Iger beside him.

"Isn't a boyfriend the same as a friend?" Ron thought.

The whole afternoon, Hermione disappeared. Iger didn't go to find Hermione. Hermione had the tracking mark left by Iger. She had been in the toilet for a long time. Iger just skipped a few classes with Hermione and kept going. Go to sit and read a book on a stone step not far from the door of the girls' bathroom.

When Harry and Ron went to the Halloween party that night, they overheard Parvati talking about it, and Ron looked a little uncomfortable.

"I think Iger must be blaming us for annoying Hermione." Harry said dryly, "Sitting on the stone steps for an afternoon is not so fun..."

"No." Ron said with a look of affirmation: "I feel that Iger has never been very interested in our disputes, and he doesn't care."

"That's because he has always been the type who can move his hands and try not to speak." Fred not far away was eating a piece of baked potato with a smile.

George also echoed: "Maybe when he gets impatient, he will turn you two into skunks and hang them by the school gate."

"He's always had a soft spot for being a skunk."

"And it's handy."

The two sang and talked together, and Harry and Ron turned pale when they heard it.

"Don't listen to them." Neville whispered to the two of them: "Iger wouldn't do that. No one knows what he's thinking. Iger makes me feel like Professor Dumbledore."

"Really? I feel that Iger can sometimes be more troublesome than us. He looks crazy, not as exaggerated as you said?" Parvati, who was whispering to Lavender, turned to look at Neville.

"Professor Dumbledore is also crazy..." Ron said, but he was still relieved, it seemed that Iger would not turn them into skunks.

The ceiling of the auditorium tonight is extraordinarily beautiful. I don’t know where Dumbledore got a thousand bats. The ceiling of the sky that used to be deep and vast is now covered with layers of low and dense dark clouds, constantly hovering not far above the dining table. Flying around, the Jack pumpkins on the walls and on the long table with fire lights in their eyes looked very interesting, overall, today was a very good Halloween for the students.

Harry was eating a potato with the skin on, when Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium with a big scarf on his head askew and a look of horror on his face.

Quirrell hurried to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned on the table crookedly, panting and tremblingly said: "The troll—in the underground classroom—I thought you should know... "

After finishing speaking, he fell his head to the floor and passed out.

The screams sounded, and the auditorium was thrown into chaos, and Dumbledore had to use his wand to burst purple fireworks into the air a few times before everyone fell silent.

"The prefects immediately lead the students from each college to the dormitory area!"

"How could the troll get in?" Harry asked, looking at Ron in the bustling crowd.

"Don't ask me, trolls must be ridiculously stupid," said Ron. "Maybe Peeves did it? To make Halloween more fun."

The two walked with the crowd, and then Harry grabbed Ron's arm violently.

"I remember, Hermione and Iger!"

"What happened to them?"

"They don't know about the troll yet."

Ron bit his lip and looked at Harry with a bitter face: "It's okay? Iger is so strong."

"But that's a troll!" Harry's green eyes were full of anxiety: "Quirrell said that trolls are highly resistant to spells."

"Okay, but it's best not to let Percy find out that we're gone." Ron nodded, and the two of them buried themselves in the Hufflepuff crowd and walked in the other direction, slipping quietly through the empty corridor. As soon as they turned the corner, the two heard hurried footsteps behind them.

"Percy!" Ron whispered, pulling Harry behind a griffin statue.

The two looked from behind the statue, only to find that it was not Percy, but Snape, who hurried down the corridor and disappeared from their sight.

"What's he doing?" Harry asked in a low voice. "Why isn't he with the other teachers, down in the dungeon?"

"How do I know?" Ron said casually.

The two of them didn't come to pay attention for too long, they quietly walked along another corridor, trying not to make a sound.

"Can you smell something?"

A foul smell entered their nostrils, as if it was the smell of smelly socks mixed with public toilets that were never cleaned.

Not only did they smell it, but Iger, who was on the stone steps not far from the women's toilet, also smelled it.

Harry and Ron stared in horror at the huge figure at the end of the passage on the left. They retreated into the darkness and watched it slowly walk into the moonlight.

Iger looked expressionlessly at the giant monster walking towards him, stood up slowly, and gently covered his nose with his left hand.

Harry and Ron also noticed Iger on the stone steps at this time, and they ran out in a hurry to persuade Iger to hide.

"Shenfeng Wuying!"

A very fast transparent light and shadow flashed by '嗖', and the giant monster was separated from its head immediately.

The wand in Iger's hand hung down slightly, and Harry and Ron stared at the blood-spitting neck of the troll. The picture in front of them had too much impact on them.

"It's too strong, what kind of curse is that?" Ron looked at Iger with bright eyes.

"Black magic, you are not suitable for learning now." Iger smiled.

In the women's toilet, Hermione walked out of the toilet with red eyes, and was startled by the huge figure falling down in the corridor and the pungent stench.

"What happened?" Hermione asked in panic, looking at Iger.

"The troll was put into the castle. I've been waiting for you at the door, and it happened to come to you." Iger looked at Hermione and smiled.

Hermione looked at Harry and Ron: "What about you?"

"We heard that Iger and you have been here, so we came here to rescue you..." Harry looked at the corpse of the troll on the ground and swallowed: "But it seems that we won't be needed."

Ron shrugged: "Iger is so kind to us, we have to be more meaningful, you know..."

Hermione's face was tense, and then a smile appeared on her face.

Before she could say anything, there was a sound of loud footsteps, and they turned their heads to look, and a group of professors hurried over from the other end of the corridor.

Professor McGonagall was at the forefront, and Snape followed closely behind.

Iger felt that they came so fast must be because of the stink of the troll, at least he was a little on top.

Quirrell walked behind the two, glanced at the corpse of the giant monster on the ground, and then wept weakly, leaning against the wall beside him, tightly holding the clothes on his chest.

Snape bent down to look at the troll, and Professor McGonagall looked at several people with pale lips. Judging from her expression, Harry felt that there was no hope of winning fifty points for Gryffindor.

"What the hell are you playing?" Professor McGonagall said coldly and angrily.

Snape looked at the wound on the troll's neck, then turned to look at Iger.

"In fact, it's Professor McGonagall. Hermione and Harry had a little conflict and hid in the toilet crying. I was waiting for her at the door. We didn't know that the troll had entered the castle." Iger explained: "Harry and Ron wanted to run over to inform us for our safety, they were brave and did not disgrace Gryffindor."

"Oh...if that's the case." Professor McGonagall looked at Ron and Harry with a visibly relaxed expression: "For your brave performance... Gryffindor will give you five points."

Professor McGonagall sniffed, and it seemed that he hadn't recovered from the worry just now: "Five points each."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and grinned.

Professor McGonagall looked at Snape, and Snape nodded at her, then turned to look at Iger: "As for you, McGonagall, you kill the troll with one blow, courage and strength coexist, even if you have many graduates Things that are difficult to do even in life, Gryffindor will add 20 points, but it will not be allowed next time, and trolls are already very rare."

Iger laughed. He didn't think Professor McGonagall added too much, because Professor McGonagall added enough to him in every transformation class.

"Okay, kids, hurry back to Gryffindor's tower, the students are all planning to have a Halloween dinner in their colleges." Professor McGonagall looked at them and smiled.

With a flick of the wand in Iger's hand, a golden-red flame instantly devoured the troll's corpse. Professor McGonagall's eyelids twitched, and she recognized it as Fiendfire.

Then Iger pointed to the blood sprayed by the troll on the wall, and the wall immediately became clean again.

After a few minutes, the four of them walked towards the tower. Ron muttered.

"She should add fifty points to Iger, but that's a giant monster." Ron was a little unhappy: "It's only twenty points, and Iger's class is more than thirty points a day."

"It's because Iger is so good at earning points, so Professor McGonagall only added 20 points." Harry thought for a while: "If it were us, maybe 50 points would be added..."

A few people returned to the lounge, and there was a lot of noise in the lounge. Iger looked at the embarrassment of the three people beside him and smiled. At least for the three of them, they should be considered friends now, right?