Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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

Malfoy nodded quickly, and Iger was very satisfied with his reaction. Compared with the childish behavior between Malfoy and Harry, Iger felt that the powerful impact might cause a critical blow to Malfoy's young heart. If Malfoy 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 your annoying personality, I think I I don't mind being friends with you."

Malfoy stared blankly at Iger, and nodded in a daze. His mind was still blank, and Iger's blow to pieces just now really frightened him.

Iger looked at Malfoy: "Are you waiting for me to send you?"

Malfoy just woke up like a dream, and left the tavern in a panic. Whether it was Diagon Alley or anywhere, Malfoy felt much safer than staying with Iger.

"Mr. Tom, a glass of butter beer." Iger looked at the stooped old Tom behind the bar and smiled.

"I don't recommend underage drinking, Mr. Morrissey..." Tom's voice sounded like a damaged old bellows, especially when he laughed, Iger couldn't help wondering if someone had stabbed his lungs Hole.

"Azkaban won't lock up a curious kid for stealing beer, and he won't catch you who sells alcohol either." Iger grinned.

"It makes sense..." Tom looked at Iger flatteringly, and brought a glass of butterbeer with thick foam. Iger held a huge oak beer glass in his immature hands, which looked a little funny.

Iger was drinking beer, and a large group of wizards surrounded him unknowingly. From time to time, some people chatted with Iger, and Iger chatted with them one after another.

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

"I just heard that a little wizard in the Leaky Cauldron Bar performed a beautiful Shattered Bones and blew 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 said bad things about him just now, but after thinking about it, he nodded: "I will pay attention next time."

"But I heard that the boy was protecting his friend, Iger, I was very touched." Hagrid laughed in his rough voice, and couldn't help but hugged Iger gently: "Malfoy's people are very annoying, I I don't want you to have any conflicts 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 good harvest, isn't it?"

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

"In a couple of days, we'll spend more time in the Forbidden Forest, and we should be able to buy you a pretty good broomstick. In fact, we can buy it now, but a broomstick worth dozens of Galleons is obviously not worthy of our future big magic. Isn't he a teacher?" Hagrid walked with big strides, and Iger trotted behind Hagrid.

Hagrid turned his head to see Iger running around and laughed, reached out to support Iger, and let Iger sit on his shoulder.

"I think it'll be easier for you that way," said Hagrid.

Iger sat on Hagrid's broad shoulders and looked around. People around him also looked at Iger. Hagrid's outstanding height made him look particularly eye-catching.

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

Yila Owl Shop…

"The pets in this house are the most comprehensive,

It is here that most students of Hogwarts find their messengers. "Hagrid put Iger down, pushed the door with Iger and walked in.

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

"You can choose which one you like." Hagrid patted Iger's head.

There are many owls in the house, and Iger wants a sea dongqing like Harry Potter, and he looks around, hoping to find a little partner who is close to his eyes.

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

"I want this one!" Iger grinned.

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

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

"Fifty." The female boss shrugged. "It's a laughing owl. It is said to have been extinct decades ago. It is rarer than a dragon. Fifty Galleons is already very cheap."

In the corner, the big-eyed owl hopped around in the cage, looking at Iger expectantly.

"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 obviously impatient: "Things are rare and expensive, understand? Are you going to buy it or not?"

Hagrid opened his mouth to buy it, and 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 was about to leave. The female boss hurriedly stopped her and handed the cage to Iger: "Thirty is thirty. You know, 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 people won't buy it once they hear the price..."

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

"Black shop!"

The two walked in Diagon Alley, but Hagrid was still aggrieved: "A toad is only a few Sickles! The most expensive owl is only eight or nine Galleons! What does she think she's selling? A dragon? "

In contrast, Iger was obviously in a good mood. He kept comforting Hagrid and reached out to tease the laughing owl in the cage.

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

The Laughing Owl looked at the Bowtruckle in front of him and suddenly poked his head out. He was so frightened that the Bowtruckle ran back to Iger's arms, screaming. In the cage, the black and white owl suddenly burst into laughter, and its big eyes were also mischievous. squint.

The strange laughter immediately attracted the attention of the people around, and Iger was also amused by it and laughed: "It's not a waste of thirty Galleons, is it? This laughter sounds very happy."

"The man just said that you might be the last laughing owl. How about calling you Luke? Lucky?" Iger stretched out his finger and poked Luke's beak. Luke glanced at Iger and gently pecked on Iger's hand. Peck, it seems that he is quite satisfied with the name.

A few minutes later, Iger and Hagrid came to Gringotts and saved fifty Galleons. Hagrid helped Iger buy a money bag with the Untraceable Stretching Charm, and asked Iger to take the rest of the money with him.

The two then drove back to Hogwarts on their motorcycles, and saw a train heading towards Hogwarts on the way.

"Want to see the orientation ceremony?" Hagrid asked.

"Can you?" Iger was a little curious.

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

The rumbling motorcycle fell into the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid signaled Iger to go back to the castle first.

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

Iger nodded, and walked towards the castle with Lack's cage in his hand.

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

"It's been two days since I've been here and I haven't remembered the location of the auditorium. I really doubt what's in your head, Iger." A greasy voice came, and Iger turned his head to look, and a red light turned towards him Lasing comes.

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

"Good silent casting, it looks like you don't even need a wand now." Snape looked at Iger with a gloomy look, a flash 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 a panic, and then his figure slowly disappeared.

Iger couldn't help but be thankful that he had kept his armor and body protection according to Snape's words, otherwise it would have been uncomfortable to come here just now.

Iger followed the furious Snape with small steps, and the two walked into the auditorium. At this time, the four rows of long tables in the auditorium were already filled with groups of young 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?"

"Could be some relative of Snape's? Otherwise, that old bat wouldn't be in the mood to take care of kids..."

There are all kinds of voices around, and Iger feels a little embarrassed. Being stared at by so many people is obviously a little stressful.

"Little egg!" A crisp female voice sounded, and Iger turned his head to look at him. On the long table in Gryffindor, Aisha was looking at himself excitedly: "Sit here, here!"

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

Just when he was about to walk towards Aisha, Snape picked up Iger's collar in a rough motion, and a sinister voice appeared in Iger's ear.

"Unfortunately, Miss Smith..." Snape looked at Aisha with his stinky face that has never changed for thousands of years: "Iger is my disciple, I think he should sit in Slytherin instead of...Gryffindor?"

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

Aisha looked at Snape without flinching: "But I don't think he has arrived at the branch yet, right? It should be his freedom to sit."

"Miss Smith is right." Professor McGonagall appeared next to them at some unknown time: "Where to sit should be the child's freedom, and we have no right to interfere, Severus."

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

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

Snape's expression became visibly uglier, he snorted, and walked to the teacher's bench with big strides.

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

"What the hell is going on? Why are you here?" Aisha looked Iger up and down with her beautiful eyes: "I was shocked when I received the letter from Professor Dumbledore, aren't you only eight years old? "

Iger spoke succinctly, and whispered in Aisha's ear: "Silently broke out, come here to recuperate..."

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

"It doesn't matter, I can roughly control it, Dumbledore said that it will be fine after ten years old." Iger waved his hand quickly.

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

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

"Really?" Aisha's eyes lit up, and she pulled Aigua into her arms: "That's really great. When I graduate this year, I'll find a job with a good salary. Then I can adopt you."

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

Don't underestimate fifty Galleons, it costs more than two thousand yuan to convert into 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 converted into Galleons.

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

"And I will probably live in Hogwarts for three years. Anyway, I will definitely stay with Old Deng before I am ten years old." Curiously, he came up to talk to Iger.

On the teacher's table, Dumbledore looked at Igger on the Gryffindor long table with a smile: "He is very friendly, isn't he?"

"Yeah, but I still think he should belong to our Ravenclaw." Professor Flitwick was obviously still thinking about Iger's ownership.

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

"Many students in Ravenclaw can't answer the questions. That eagle has nothing to do every day, but only thinks about problems. It has problems. It has nothing to do with him. When I was in school, I always couldn't answer." Flitwick The professor was not in a good mood, but Snape, who was not far away from him, was obviously in a worse mood than him.

One of the two felt that the smart wizard belonging to their college was abducted by Dumbledore, and the other thought that the disciples he had taught should sit in his college, so Dumbledore naturally didn't feel good about it.

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

The door of the auditorium 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 for the rhyme, but Iger thought of the dead raven at the door of the Ravenclaw common room. The cap 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 college with excited and uneasy faces. Iger couldn't help being envious, but he was not in a hurry, and he lived first. …

The shortest imps of the freshmen seem to be taller than Iger, which makes Iger a little depressed. Looking at Aisha beside him, Iger doesn't know how long it will take to push this girl.