Chapter 25: Week 1
Harry looked at Ron in surprise: "Anyone survived?"
"Maybe, but I've never heard of it." Ron shook his head: "It's terrible to break out silently. On the day Iger broke out, it is said that six streets in the Muggle city were blown up. Fortunately, no one died. Drop, Dumbledore said in the Daily Prophet that at that time Iger could barely control his silence, otherwise a lot of people would definitely die at that time."
"I also heard the news at the Dursleys' house. The TV said it was a series of gas explosions..." Harry nodded: "Iger is really powerful."
"I don't know if he is strong or not, but I think he is handsome, don't you think his words are meaningful?" Ron looked at Iger and smirked: "If I could be that powerful..."
"What? If you're that good, maybe you can turn a match into a needle? Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall's solemn voice sounded behind the two of them, and Harry felt as if a pile driver was sitting next to him. machine…
Fortunately, although Professor McGonagall was strict, he would not deduct points for deserting in class, which allowed Ron to escape.
Ron and Harry were a little exhausted from the whole day of classes, but it was easy for Iger and Hermione.
That evening, Iger appeared in Professor McGonagall's office on time.
Professor McGonagall looked at Iger and smiled. In fact, when there was no one in private, Professor McGonagall always took good care of Iger, but in front of outsiders, in order to maintain the fairness of the college and the majesty of the teachers, Professor McGonagall affirmed It will be more severe. If Gryffindor makes a mistake, Professor McGonagall will definitely punish him more severely.
"Well, then let me see your progress, Iger." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at Iger. Except in front of outsiders, Professor McGonagall always called him by his given name.
Iger waved his wand in his hand, and the chair beside him suddenly turned into a humming pig.
"Perfect transfiguration, it seems that you have finished reading the advanced transfiguration book I gave you?" Professor McGonagall looked at Iger and asked.
"It's almost the same. Although it's not very good in theory, I think I should be the kind of actual combat school..." Iger smiled shyly.
Professor McGonagall also made him laugh at his words: "Then let's start, you can try Animagus, and I'll be there to protect you."
Animagus is a very difficult and dangerous magic. When you transform for the first time, someone must be there to guard it to prevent any unpredictable accidents from transforming. Compared with Aisha, Professor McGonagall is obviously more appropriate.
Iger nodded, his wand stood up, and his thoughts slowly concentrated: "Animags!"
As soon as the spell came out, Iger's body suddenly deformed in a strange way, like a ball of Boggart that was spinning rapidly. A few seconds later, a thin black cat lay on the ground with a meow.
Professor McGonagall looked at Iger's Animagus with joy: "Iger, you may not know that I can make cats follow my command since I was born and can't speak. To be honest, your Anima I really like the transformation of Gus."
Iger wanted to say thank you, but he could only hear his meowing sound. Looking curiously at his fleshy front paws, Iger turned around and changed back to his original shape.
"This is amazing!" Iger looked at his hands and gasped in surprise: "Professor, do I need to report to the Ministry of Magic?"
"I don't recommend you do Iger." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips: "Animagus can usually help wizards avoid some risks. If possible, I don't want too many people to know about this, maybe in the future. Some help for you."
Iger was a little surprised, not by Professor McGonagall's words, but surprised that a serious person like Professor McGonagall would suggest that he should be an illegal Animagus. However, what Professor McGonagall said next surprised him even more.
"I know that sometimes you may sneak into the kitchen when you can't be idle at night. You must know that students are not allowed to swim at night." Professor McGonagall's serious face showed a smile: "But no one restricts a cat..."
Iger grinned and nodded. Although I was surprised that Professor McGonagall, who has always strictly demanded students to abide by the school rules, would remind himself like this, but Iger did not intend to get to the bottom of it.
After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, Iger turned into a kitten and sneaked back to the room. In the room, Da Da looked at Iger and squeezed beside Iger crookedly. holding Iger's cat paw.
Iger knew that they recognized himself by seeing the appearance of the two little things, which made Iger very curious, what did they rely on to identify themselves...
Does it smell good?
……
Finding the right path to Hogwarts' huge castle is not an easy task for freshmen, especially for Harry and Ron.
"How on earth did you find the right path?" Ron looked at Hermione and Iger in surprise: "Are we really that stupid?"
Just as Hermione wanted to show off her sense of direction, a figure sat down beside her, and Wood spread his hands toward the others: "No, Iger is stupider than you guys. It took him a whole month to barely find the seat of the auditorium. Most of the time it was carried by Snape, or brought by the house-elves..."
"I remember it now." Iger nodded: "Although I only remember the location of the auditorium and the kitchen, I think it is enough to find a place to eat."
Harry and the two of them laughed suddenly, they felt that they didn't seem so hopeless...
"But I'm practicing Apparition now." Iger spread his hands.
Hermione closed the book in her hand and looked at Iger in surprise: "Didn't you know it long ago?"
"I'm talking about Apparition in the castle." Iger nodded.
"Impossible, you can't Apparate in the castle. I read in a history of Hogwarts that the Hogwarts campus was spelled so that no one can Apparate or Apparate in the school." Hermione watched Iger correct, and persuaded him to dismiss the unrealistic idea.
Iger drank the iced lemon juice indifferently: "That's someone else, I'm me, don't you believe me?"
Hermione looked at Iger with some confusion, not knowing whether to trust the book or Iger.
Iger leaned over with a smile: "Well, if I successfully Apparate on campus, how about you kiss me in front of everyone?"
The voice fell, and the little lions beside him suddenly cried out 'Oh', and the bustling crowd gathered around and coaxed.
"One bite is not enough!"
"At least two!"
The Weasley brothers were coaxing aside, Hermione blushed, and then looked at Iger with a frown: "You can bet, but what if you can't do it?"
"Then I'll give you a kiss." Iger waved his hand, fair competition... What's your face? nonexistent.
Listening to Iger's words, Hermione's face turned even redder, and she hurried away with the book in her arms.
"She acquiesced..." Fred took Iger's shoulders.
"Get her, this kind of girl is the most worthwhile to start." George looked at Iger teasingly.
Beside the crowd, an old voice sounded.
"It's nice to be young, isn't it?" Under Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, he looked at a group of little lions with a pair of smiling eyes.
"Professor Dumbledore..." Harry looked at Dumbledore nervously and felt a little drum in his heart.
Will Iger's behavior just now be deducted? Is dating allowed in school?
"You can also enjoy the nourishment of love unscrupulously." Dumbledore looked at a few people and nodded.
"You said that last time." Iger grinned.
"I'll change it next time..." Dumbledore clapped his hands, turned and left slowly.
"I have to say, Iger... The whole school is probably the only one who can follow the professor's thinking." Wood looked at Iger and nodded: "Most of the time we don't know what he is talking about."
"In fact, he may not know either." Iger grinned: "I don't know much either..."
"..."
So how did the two of you get together? By brain waves?
……
Iger prefers herbal medicine classes. When he came to the greenhouse, he saw the small deformable shovel placed in front of Professor Sprout.
He was wearing the dragon leather gloves given to him by Iger, and in front of him was a three-piece dust-proof apron for weeding.
Seeing Iger coming to the class, Professor Sprout smiled cheerfully at him.
After a while, Iger gave Gryffindor five points because Iger reached out and handed her a water bottle.
"I really envy your ability to get along well with anyone." Hermione shook her hair in distress: "I can't do it, even the girls in the hospital have a very normal relationship with me..."
Iger was a little surprised. He always thought that Hermione didn't care about these things. He didn't expect the little girl to have a sensitive and fragile heart. Maybe it was the pride of a little swan that made her seem a little difficult to touch?
"The relationship between girls is only the degree of going to the toilet together..." Ron looked at Hermione in surprise: "And who cares about that, Iger has no bottom line for you..."
Harry nodded in agreement, seemingly agreeing with Ron's words.
Hermione's little face flushed again, and she lowered her head sullenly. Iger looked at her and laughed.
"Iger!" Professor Sprout's voice sounded: "Tell me what kinds of herbs are in the courtyard of our daily home."
Iger pondered for a while, then looked at Professor Sprout with some hesitation: "emmm... edible or not?"
Hearing the laughter coming from all around, Professor Sprout shook his head helplessly: "Listen to the class well, don't disturb Hermione."
Professor Sprout may be the only professor among all professors who directly addresses students by name. Compared with other professors, Professor Sprout is obviously more popular with students.
Although most professors admire Iger, no matter what his grades are, there must be some courses that make Iger blind.
Like Professor Binns' history of magic...
The book said it was very boring, but Iger never thought that it would be so boring. Professor Binns's slow tone read the text in the textbook unhurriedly.
During a class, Iger slept five times, and was pulled up by Hermione every time, but looking at Hermione, it was obvious that he was a little sleepy.
As for Harry and Ron on the other side of the table, Iger felt that they didn't fall asleep as fast as they did in Professor Binns' class. Not only did they slept fast, but they seemed to be sleeping soundly...
The lessons over the past few days made Harry and Ron feel that although they did not study very well, compared with other students, they still looked like that?
The two of them had a feeling that everyone was a hundred and fifty paces away, but when they looked at Hermione again, they were a little wilted.
"She's a lunatic, Iger."
In the Charms class, Ron whispered to Iger: "It's horrible, she even drags you to the library every day? How can you stand her?"
At this time, Hermione was sitting next to Parvati. She wanted to try to communicate with the girls in the same school as Iger said, but judging from her appearance, the communication should not be very happy...
"Then what are you doing at night?" Iger spread his hands.
"Play wizard chess..."
"Guess Bibi Duowei Beans..."
Iger was a little speechless, what a lack of extracurricular life...
"I'm just going to accompany Hermione. In fact, I've been sleeping in the library, or practicing wandless spellcasting." Iger thought for a while.
"I think so too, after all, no one can be as crazy as her..." Ron nodded.
……
Friday was a very important day for Harry and Ron, and it was also a turning point in their lives - they were finally able to find the exact location of the auditorium.
This time, Harry and Ron felt that they were working for a while, but after knowing for a while that it was Snape's Potions class, the smiles on their faces could not continue.
Iger was eating a fried poached egg in his heart, when there was a clattering sound from above the auditorium.
"Well...the owls are here." Iger divided half of the fried egg in his mouth with a knife and planned to leave it to Lack, because he heard Lack's laughter of uninhibited love for freedom.
Ignoring the pointers of the surrounding students, Iger took off the envelope on Lack's paw, and Hagrid's dazzling font came into view.
Dear Iger:
I know you don't have class on Friday afternoon. I don't know if you can bring Harry over to have tea with me around 3pm. I'm very curious about your first week. Please ask Lack or Hedwig to write to me.
- Hagrid.
Iger grinned and looked at Harry: "Hagrid asked us to go to him in the afternoon, I suggest you better bring your own snacks and drinks..."
Harry nodded in agreement.
Iger waved his hand, and a row of letters appeared on the back of the parchment: "Ofcourse!"
After finishing his omelette, Lack let out another weird laugh, and after attracting another wave of attention, he walked away with Xin.
"This owl is so handsome. It's the first time I've seen an owl with this kind of call? How much did it cost?" Ron looked at Lack's back with some yearning.
"Thirty Galleons..." Iger said flatly, "It is said to be the last one, it's super rare, and it cost fifty at the beginning..."
"It's terrifying..." Ron grimaced, and quickly dismissed the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.
"What's even scarier is that I will have two potions classes with the Slytherin students..." Harry's eyes were a little blank.
Ron nodded: "Snape is the dean of Slytherin Academy, and they all say that he favors his students. Now we can see if that's true."
"If only Professor McGonagall could favor us..." Harry thought, then shook his head, Professor McGonagall was the one who left the most homework...
"Professor McGonagall has always been partial to us Harry." Iger looked at Harry and smiled: "As long as you find the right way, don't let Professor McGonagall catch you in front of other colleges."
"What do you mean?" Harry looked at Iger in confusion.
"For example, if you are caught by Professor McGonagall during a night out with a Slytherin student, she will deduct 20 points from Slytherin and 50 points for you." Iger smiled.
Ron's face became more bitter: "Our Dean is more terrifying than Snape..."
"But..." Iger laughed hehely: "If you can use some method to keep others from seeing you, even if Professor McGonagall knows that you are walking at night, even if you pass by her, she will just pretend not to see it. Now, the premise is that you don't damage Gryffindor's glory in front of his house, understand?"