Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Fudge watched Iger take things out from the left jar to the right, his eyes were a little straight, and his mouth was still a little dry.

Swallowing, Fudge looked at Iger in a daze: "The professors helped you?"

"My final exam, what does it matter to other professors?" Iger snorted, and leaned leisurely on the soft chair beside him. The long-distance running brought dirty water stains to the beautiful soft chair.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore aside, with questioning eyes, hoping to get a different answer.

Dumbledore sat up straight and watched Fudge spread his hands.

"I have an excellent student who at the age of twelve has the ability to crush Voldemort at the age of twenty-one. There is an old saying in the East that talents come from generation to generation. What I want to say is what I mean..."

Dumbledore looked at Fudge cheerfully, Fudge's complexion gradually became complicated, and he took a deep look at Iger, Fudge still smiled dryly, bid farewell to the two, turned and left.

"What is he here for?"

There was a sound of closing the door, and Iger looked at Dumbledore curiously.

"One thing you need to know is that the Ministry of Magic has never given up the idea of ​​trying to control Hogwarts. Connelly hopes that the final exam on the basilisk crusade will be hosted by the Ministry of Magic this year."

Dumbledore spoke softly.

"If you want to host, let them host it. It's time-consuming and labor-intensive, what's the matter..." Iger snapped his fingers nonchalantly, and a glass of iced lemon juice appeared on the table beside him.

"It's not the same, Iger." Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "The Ministry of Magic is the Ministry of Magic, and the school is a school. Game of Thrones is not suitable for experiments on students. When I think that the children behind me will be changed by the Ministry of Magic The philistine is slick, and I feel like I'm having a little heart failure."

"Didn't many graduates enter the Ministry of Magic?" Iger snorted and laughed.

"That's their own choice, not everyone's choice." Dumbledore emphasized: "Once I let them host, it will send a message to the outside world-Hogwarts belongs to the Ministry of Magic, This is absolutely intolerable to me."

"I don't mind the Ministry of Magic interfering in the school, but I must not allow the school to be controlled by the Ministry of Magic. Once I take a step back, those politicians will swarm up like sharks smelling blood and kill Hogwarts. Divide it up." Dumbledore's blue eyes were slightly lost: "At that time, the students admitted in the school will only be those they want to admit, and the pure blood theory has never disappeared from the magic world. For Gewartz, dominance is never a good thing."

"Understood..." Iger nodded.

"You... understand what?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with some doubts, but with a hint of expectation in doubt, hoping that Iger could give himself a satisfactory answer.

"Emmm... are you going to kill those pure-blood families?" Iger tilted his head.

You know what a shit...

Dumbledore glanced at Iger expressionlessly, and he suddenly felt that the reason Iger was not keen on power might not be because he was not interested in power, but because his political talent was outrageously low...

"Is this basilisk venom?" Dumbledore decided to change the subject.

"Ah, yes!" Iger looked at Dumbledore with a smile: "The venom of the acromantula can reach 50 galleons per ounce. How can the venom of the basilisk not be low?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while, then turned to look at Iger: "With all due respect, if I remember correctly, the Sorcerer's Stone should have the ability to turn stones into gold..."

"It's not the same, this is the fun of making money! Understand?" Iger looked at Dumbledore with a look of disgust: "The charm of money lies not in how much you have, but in the moment when you turn someone else's into your own."

Looking at Iger's salivating and intoxicated satisfaction,

Dumbledore suddenly felt that he seemed to have made a mistake.

Since when did you commit the crime?

Start with meeting him?

Looking at Fox on the table who shrank into a ball after the effect of the aging potion passed, Dumbledore suddenly felt that the most correct choice he made in his life was to let Iger out...

This year's Christmas is not a bad mess for Iger, at least when he saw the beautiful figure when he swaggered back to the common room from the prefect's bathroom wearing a bathrobe, Iger's heart was full of excitement.

Especially when Aisha's blue eyes looked at him with a smile, Iger felt his heart was about to jump out for joy.

Time is the sculptor of the world, everything cannot avoid the fate of being polished, some people are polished to be outstanding, and some people are polished beyond recognition.

Fortunately for Aisha, time did not take away her beauty, but instead brought her a touch of maturity.

It's twenty-two, it's the best time to be overthrown, Iger looked at Aisha with some emotion in his heart, and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained slightly raised.

"How is it? Are you happy? Are you surprised?" Aisha looked at Iger with a smile.

"Emmm... Is Hermione here?" Iger looked at Aisha with some confusion.

"No, she wanted to come too, but she was forced to stay at home by Mrs. Granger..." Aisha glanced at Iger with some displeasure: "The first thing you say when you see me is to ask other girls?"

"It's fine if you don't come!" Iger immediately swooped and hugged Aisha's waist. The blonde girl in front of her couldn't help giggling when she looked at Iger, her fair face was full of joy, and she looked at Iger's His eyes are full of doting.

Rubbing his head in Aisha's arms with some joy, Iger looked at Aisha with a smile: "Why did you come here suddenly?"

"In fact, I arrived last night and came back by the portkey with Professor Snape, but you were sleeping at the time, so I went to the girls' dormitory to sleep first, because I slept too late, when I got up You've already gone out." Aisha hugged Iger lovingly, as if she was holding some rare treasure in her arms.

"We had a party at Mrs. Granger's house last night, and Professor Snape and Leah were there, and then I heard that you want to control Momo, I thought of coming to accompany you, Professor Snape didn't know what to think, suddenly His face became ugly, and he came back with me."

"Wait a minute, why is Snape at my house?" Iger pursed his lips in confusion: "Isn't his house at the end of Spider Alley?"

It was hard for Iger to imagine Snape sitting at the dining table, next to a Muggle couple and a Muggle woman, and then the two girls on the table were all Muggle-born, and there was a house elf laughing at the same table...

"He is Anna's father." Aisha nodded with a smile.

"No, there's something wrong with this guy..." Iger pinched his chin in doubt: "I smelled the laundry detergent at home on him a few days ago."

"Leah has been doing his laundry lately." Aisha nodded.

emmm... In this day and age, are men so scarce?

"No, what about forgetting everything that you agreed to? Miss Leia has been training for too long, right?" Iger frowned and smacked his lips slightly: "I suggest, it's best to give her forgetting everything quickly and fall in love with her." Forget about others, falling in love with Snape is destined to be fruitless."

Aisha suddenly smiled strangely: "Who said there was no result?"