Chapter 32: cliché
Since Harry and Ron risked their way to find them, Hermione didn't care much about some of the school's violations.
At this time, the two realized the importance of having a good friend. The weather in Scotland in November was very cold, and more and more homework left by a group of professors also made them feel colder and colder. Fortunately, Hermione I can help them a lot, although I won't lend them homework to copy, but at least there is something that Hermione is willing to teach them.
"Why only copy it for Iger?" Ron enviously watched Iger swing his fingers to control the quill, and the quill swishly copied Hermione's homework.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Because Iger knows everything."
"You said that Iger couldn't even match simple cold medicine." Ron said with a bitter face.
"It's very simple, even if I don't even have tap water, Severus will excel in my homework." Iger said without hesitation.
"What about history of magic?" Ron asked. "And astronomy, history of magic, or herbal medicine classes."
"Those are not important..." Ai Ge raised his chin and smiled: "No teacher can resist my Confusion Curse..."
"Are you a devil?" Ron suddenly looked terrified: "You will be fired..."
"Just kidding, in fact, my subjects are pretty good. As long as everything I've heard is basically imprinted in my head, I can pass the exam stably." Iger said with a smile.
"We can too..." Ron flattened his mouth.
Harry turned his head and gave Ron a dry look, and Ron tilted his head: "Okay, I'm bragging..."
"In the herbal class, you should ask Neville for help." Iger thought for a while and said, "Don't look at Neville's timidity, I said he is very talented."
"What about the others?" Harry looked at Iger expectantly.
"You can ask the two Indian girls in the astronomy class, they have always been interested in these god-like things." Iger thought for a while: "The history of magic will be copied from the book, and the answer to the history homework must be in the book. It’s good to write a paper with examples and your own opinions, but it’s actually very simple, and the history of magic is not as boring as Professor Binns said.”
"You really have a knack for dealing with homework..." Ron looked at Iger in surprise.
Iger laughed: "There must be a trick to everything, it depends on whether you can find it carefully."
Harry looked a little fascinated, holding the copy of "The Magic of Quidditch" that Hermione helped him find in his hand.
"There are more than 700 kinds of foul methods, all of which appeared in a World Cup in 1473. God, what happened that year..." Iger stretched his head and looked at the book in Harry's hand, he couldn't help it. Smack your lips: "Be careful, I heard from Fred that most Quidditch accidents happen to Seekers, and they tend to be the worst."
"That's why you don't want to participate in the competition, aren't you?" Harry looked at Iger and smiled: "Because the competition does not allow the use of magic, even without a stick..."
"You're right, I'm afraid I can't help but cast a petrification spell on the other party." Iger nodded.
Hermione leaned on Iger's side, holding a small jam jar in her arms. In the jar was a handful of blue flames, which she conjured up to keep a few people warm, but this was against the school rules, and the school did not allow students to play. fire…
In the distance, Snape limped across the yard. Iger snatched the jam jar from Hermione's hand and put it in his arms with a blank expression. Harry closed the book so as not to be troubled by Snape.
"What are you holding in your hand, Potter?" Snape stared gloomily at Harry.
Iger shrugged helplessly. Even Iger couldn't divert Snape's attention from Harry.
Harry showed him, and Snape snatched the book: "Library books are not allowed to be taken out of school. Give him to me, and Gryffindor will deduct five points."
"He made up a temporary rule!" Seeing Snape limping away, Harry looked indignant: "I don't know what happened to his leg."
"I don't know, but I hope he's in enough pain." Ron smiled gloatingly, then glanced at Iger carefully: "Don't tell him..."
Egger burst into laughter.
For the whole day, Harry was obviously not in a daze. After returning to the tower at night, the four of them gathered by the fireplace. Iger and Hermione cuddled together under a blanket and played with the villain tiger gun. Harry looked at it. Ron, he decided to go to Snape and get the book back.
"I wouldn't go if it was me." Ron said without thinking.
Harry felt that if there were other teachers around, Snape might not refuse his request.
Iger looked at Harry and smiled: "No need for that, no matter how rude he is or how much he scolds you, just widen your green eyes and look at him begging, he must keep it for less than three seconds, and immediately I'll give you the book back."
Harry shook his head: "It's impossible..."
"Betting on a Galleon." Iger's "ding" sounded and a golden Galleon popped out.
Harry smiled at Jin Galleon in Iger's hand, and then nodded: "Okay, bet."
"Too many bets." Hermione's little hand pinched Iger's leg lightly under the blanket.
Iger kissed her on the face: "You will manage the money in the future?"
The little girl blushed and lowered her head, Ron looked at the two with disgust, Harry laughed and turned and walked out of the tower.
"What the **** do you think?" Ron looked at Iger with a surprised expression: "Is this kind of a losing gamble too?"
"Must lose?" Iger looked at Ron with a smile: "I wouldn't dare to gamble if I'm not sure."
After a while, Harry ran back panting, holding a thick book in his hand, then took out a Galleon and threw it to Iger, looking at him in surprise: "How did you guess?"
"I said that I know him better than you." The corners of Iger's mouth twitched slightly: "And I also said that no matter what happens, you have to believe what I say. Look, it's fulfilled, right?"
Harry looked at Iger and nodded, and said, "Something happened, he wanted to drive me away, I just did as you said, looked at him pitifully, and then he threw the book to me. ,what is this?"
"Maybe it's because he's cold-hearted?" Iger said nonsense: "You might be able to give him a cake at Christmas, which will definitely improve your relationship."
"He will definitely suspect that I poisoned it inside..." Harry flattened his mouth.
Iger shrugged, stood up and planned to go back to sleep: "Go to bed early, don't toss too late."
Harry watched Iger go up the tower, lowered his voice, and told Ron and Hermione what they had just seen.
"You mean, Snape tried to go through that trapdoor and got bitten by a dog?" Ron asked, looking at Harry.
Harry nodded: "He said it himself, how can you stare at three heads..."
Ron frowned and looked at Harry: "We should tell Iger about this, why didn't you tell him just now?"
"I can't tell him that Iger is too close to him. He will definitely ask Snape. If Snape becomes defensive or psychological about Iger, we will kill Iger." Harry shook He shook his head and said.
"No, he won't." Hermione's eyes widened: "I know he's not very good, but he won't steal Dumbledore's things, nor will he harm Iger."
"To be honest, Hermione, you always think all teachers are saints." Ron said bluntly, "I agree with Harry, but what is he looking for? What is that big dog guarding? "
"In any case, at least we can't tell Iger yet. I think we can help Iger recognize his true face when we find a chance to catch him." Harry said eagerly: "We will tell Iger, but not It's now, Hermione."
Hermione thought for a while, then nodded hesitantly, apparently she also had some prejudice against Snape in her heart...
"Okay, no matter that, I think you need to go to bed." Hermione closed her book and walked to the door of the dormitory upstairs: "Tomorrow is the Quidditch match, I wish you good luck."
Early the next morning, the weather was sunny and cold, and the dining room was filled with the tempting smell of grilled sausages. Iger and Hermione were sitting at the long table in the auditorium eating breakfast, and everyone around them was chattering.
"Harry, you have to eat more breakfast." Hermione looked at Harry with a frown.
"I don't want to eat anything." Harry said dryly, obviously a little nervous.
Iger handed over a slice of bread: "How about some toast?"
"I'm not hungry..." Harry looked a little dizzy, he felt terrible, and in another hour, he was going to go to the arena.
At eleven o'clock, Iger and the others came to the stands around the stadium on time, and they came to the top row to join Neville, Seamus and Dean, who drew a huge banner with dirty sheets that read With Potter winning, Dean also spent a lion underneath, and Hermione helped the lion perform a color-shine magic.
Iger felt that it was not strong enough, and then waved his wand, and a hundred-meter-long flaming lion appeared above his head. The lion opened its **** mouth and roared in the direction of Slytherin. The shocked group of small snakes panicked. .
"Mr. Morriss, stop your spellcasting, you will affect the game." Professor McGonagall sat on the stage and said into the microphone.
Iger then embarrassedly removed the ferocious male lion above his head.
However, Iger was just cheering Harry up. In fact, he really had no interest in Quidditch. Most of the time, he still chatted with Hagrid next to him. It was Harry's first game, and Hagrid obviously took it seriously.
Shortly after the game started, as expected by Iger, Harry's broom was cursed and trembled wildly.
Hermione turned pale as she looked at Snape who was chanting a curse in the telescope. She didn't know how to tell Iger about this. She felt that Iger might not be able to accept it.
"Stop the curse!" Iger pointed at Harry in the air with his wand, and Snape on the rostrum in the distance fell backward as if he was shocked. Following his movements, Quirrell also fell. go down.
Hermione frowned, she thought Harry was right, maybe Iger really should have seen what kind of person Snape really was, but Iger's spell was too fast, when Hermione reacted , Harry's broom is ready.
Iger didn't know what the little kids around him were thinking. He was looking up at the game. Although he couldn't recognize the Slytherin players, it didn't matter. Most of the time, Gryffindor was scoring.
To Iger's surprise, even though he influenced the spell on Harry's broom, he ended up swallowing the Snitch...
Hermione looked at Ron, who was about to say something, and shook his head: "Iger won't believe what I'm saying now, we have to wait until we really catch Snape's current situation."
Ron frowned a little, and after a while, a group of people returned to the castle, and Ron and Harry whispered something.
After a while, Harry and Ron decided to tell Iger what happened just now. Sure enough, Iger just smiled and said nothing.
He felt that there was no need to say anything. Dumbledore wanted to sharpen a few people, and it would be good to give them a little motivation. Snape wouldn't care about their thoughts anyway.
Harry looked at Iger and didn't know what to say. A few minutes later, Iger was going to find a place to soak up the sun after lunch. Harry winked at Hermione and Ron, and the three hurried to Hagrid. 's hut.
The three little kids all had a competitive idea, and wanted to prove it to Iger. After discussing it for a long time, they decided to ask Hagrid.
Half an hour later, the three of them told Hagrid what happened in the Quidditch match just now. Hagrid put down his big cup heavily: "Nonsense, how could Snape do such a thing?"
The three exchanged glances, and Harry decided to tell the truth: "We found something, on Halloween, he was trying to pass the big three-headed dog, it bit him, and we think he was trying to steal the big dog's guard. thing."
Hagrid put down the teapot and looked at the three of them suspiciously: "How do you know about Lou Wei?"
"Lu Wei?"
"Yeah..." Hagrid said dodgingly, "He's mine... I bought it from a Greek guy I met at the tavern last year... I lent it to Dumbledore to guard..."
"What?" Harry looked at Hagrid eagerly Okay, don't ask. "Hagrid was a little impatient: "That's the No. 1 secret, understand?" "
"But Snape wanted to steal it."
"Nonsense." Hagrid looked at Harry seriously and said, "Snape is a teacher at Hogwarts, he would never do such a thing."
"Then why did he want to kill Harry?" Hermione said loudly.
What happened this afternoon changed the little girl's view of Snape a lot, especially when I thought about how close Iger and Snape were, Hermione felt even more impatient.
"If I see someone casting a curse, it's Hagrid, I've read all about them in books! You have to keep in touch with them with your eyes, Snape never blinked, I I saw it with my own eyes!"
"I tell you, you are wrong. What you see is not necessarily true. This is what Iger said to me." Hagrid's tone was a little rough, and the constant inquiries of the three children made him very anxious: " I don't know why Harry's broom behaves like that, but there's no way Snape wanted to kill any student! Now you all listen to me, it's dangerous that you're meddling in things that have nothing to do with you, Forget the big dog, forget what it's guarding, it's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicole Lemay—"
"So it involves a guy named Nick Lemay, doesn't it?" Harry exclaimed.
Hagrid was very angry. He was angry with himself, and at the same time he felt that the three little devils in front of him were broken by Iger...