Chapter 52: goodbye fudge
The news that Iger was the heir of Slytherin did not spread for too long before he declared bankruptcy. The Weasley twins stepped on the stinky ditch as soon as the rumors started to spread, but although Iger didn't take it seriously, this But it made Harry start to take care of it.
"Iger, is Parseltongue rare?"
Iger was eating breakfast when Harry hurried over and asked in a low voice.
"There are quite a few, all over the world, but it is very rare in the UK." Iger nodded: "Don't think about it, your Parseltongue is because of Voldemort's original curse, he put himself A part of that ability is left in you."
Harry suddenly realized that the trouble that had appeared because he might be the heir of Slytherin disappeared.
"Then the real heir of Slytherin is..." Harry was a little puzzled.
"It's Voldemort..." Iger spread his hands: "He released the Basilisk fifty years ago, and framed the crime... Ohshit! I said why I seem to have forgotten something!"
Iger's face gradually became ugly, and then disappeared in the auditorium with a 'pop'. A few minutes later, on the streets of London, Iger dizzily squatted on the side of the road with his head covered, shook his head, and after the dizziness disappeared, Iger I hurriedly found a public toilet nearby, and happened to see Mr. Weasley walking in.
"Mr. Weasley!" Iger shouted in a hurry, Arthur turned his head and looked at Iger in surprise: "Iger, why are you here?"
"I'm here to find the minister. I have something to tell him." Iger hurriedly greeted Arthur, got into a compartment, stepped on the toilet and flushed himself in.
A smear of green demonic fire lit up. In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, Iger rushed into a group of wizards who were about to go to work. Looking at a golden statue standing tall, Iger couldn't help but snorted. How could centaurs and goblins look at wizards like that?
The statue is of a wizard holding a wand high, next to centaurs, goblins and house elves looking at the wizard holding a wand with admiration...
"Iger, slow down, wait for me." Mr. Weasley hurriedly caught up with Iger: "Let's go, I'll take you to the minister."
I have to say that having acquaintances is a good thing. Mr. Weasley took Iger all the way to the minister's office, ignoring the paper airplanes flying over his head, and Iger knocked on the door lightly.
"Oh... Iger?" Fudge was a little surprised to see Iger who pushed in the door. Arthur said hello to Fudge, then patted Iger on the shoulder and turned to leave.
"Mr. Minister, good morning." Iger greeted Fudge with a smile.
"Good morning, is there anything you need to come to see me in the morning? If I remember correctly, it doesn't seem to be a Hogwarts vacation at this time." Fudge looked at Iger cheerfully and asked.
"I'm here for Hagrid, our gamekeeper." Eggera passed a chair and sat opposite Fudge: "After my investigation, it was not Hagrid who did the back room incident at Hogwarts fifty years ago, because Parseltongue is necessary to open the Chamber of Secrets, but you must know, Lord Minister, Hagrid is a half-giant, he can't be Parseltongue."
Fudge nodded suddenly: "So... are you here?"
"I'm not asking for any compensation for Hagrid, after all, fifty years have passed." Iger's words made Fudge relieved, but Fudge was still a little puzzled.
"I just want to allow Hagrid's wand to be used. After all, as a wizard, it's too sad to not have a wand. It's just a trivial little request..." Iger nodded, extending his index finger and thumb to compare: " A little bit... and then I think the Minister should have heard about the Hogwarts final exam this year, and I'm here mainly on behalf of Hogwarts, hoping that the Minister can appreciate him and come to have a look..."
Fudge looked at Iger for a while, then laughed: "I have to say, Iger, you are a very smart and excellent little wizard. I have no reason to disagree with your request, right?"
Iger immediately bowed to Fudge: "Then thank you for your praise, Mr. Minister."
"I also hope that Iger can come to the Ministry of Magic after graduation. To be honest, I do appreciate you very much." Fudge looked at Iger and said seriously, and then wrote a warrant and handed it to Iger: "About your gamekeepers. , I'll let you know."
Iger smiled, then said goodbye to Fudge, and left with Shi Shiran with a warrant.
When Iger brought Fudge's wand to Hagrid, Hagrid cried excitedly on the spot. Iger knew that Hagrid had always liked magic, but he couldn't use it for so many years.
"I've kept it well. They broke my wand, but fortunately Professor Dumbledore helped me fix it. I've always kept it in my umbrella..." Hagrid cried, While taking out his wand from the little red umbrella: "I really want to thank you, Iger... Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Eat, eat..." Iger nodded hurriedly, although he really wanted to find a way to drink some wine with Hagrid to pass the time, but when he saw that Hagrid brought the big pot of sticky rice, he didn't know what he was stewing. After the stew, Iger left in a hurry...
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It was another week of Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When the clock on the wall pointed to the end of the get out of class, almost four-fifths of the sixth graders in front of Iger had learned to cast spells silently.
For them, the gap between learning and not learning is a world of difference.
If they learn it, they can reluctantly use those crappy silent spells to resist Iger's attack in Iger's silent field;
Of the seven school years, 6th graders' Defence Against the Dark Arts class was far less interesting than other school years...
The seventh grade learns the restricted black magic that can pose a threat to rough-skinned creatures such as trolls and hippos, such as Snape's Shenfeng Wuying. Of course, when Iger teaches them, he will also Healing is taught to them as before, so as not to make any major mistakes. But even so, Professor McGonagall has always disapproved of Iger teaching them such a dangerous spell.
The fourth and fifth grades are about the flexible use of magic spells.
"Master the timing of using it, even the transformation spell or the floating spell can achieve unexpected results in the battle." Iger waved his wand in his hand: "Let's make an analogy!"
A rope of 'Swish' was wrapped around Fred and George's necks and pulled back, and then the rope was loosened, and the twins stared at each other with big eyes smiling beside them sounded.
"Sometimes you may feel that the opponent's spell has been missed. In fact, it is very likely that there will be a rope behind you waiting to break your neck. During the battle, especially against those who are full of bad water , try not to go to the place where they cast the spell, if you are lucky you will step on shit, if you are unlucky you will fall into a swamp."
Iger said in a leisurely tone: "Also, I suggest that you remember all kinds of fast spells as much as possible when fighting, such as removing your weapon, it may sound monotonous, but it can be used at critical times. save your life..."
"Mr. Morrissey, you always say that we are... when we are fighting... when we are fighting... but are we bound to encounter these battles?" Angelina looked at Iger mockingly, just now Iger's rope restrained Fernandez. Reid made her feel unhappy.
"Of course, who hasn't had a conflict with others yet?" Iger smiled: "What's more, in the magic world we live in, there are at least 30% of the dark wizards, and 30% of the pure-blooded and dark wizards. The unclear relationship, not counting the six layers, the remaining 40% of ordinary wizards will occasionally have some conflicts in private."
"I hope you don't forget that Professor Quirrell was attacked by werewolves and vampires when he was in Albania, and at the end was possessed by the remnant of Voldemort." Iger shook his head: "Magic is a kind of Magical and charming existence, but there is one thing that cannot be denied, that is, magic is also very dangerous. Even in Hogwarts, there may be black magic items that you do not know about. I sincerely hope that you will carry A kind heart, but at the same time I don't want you to turn a blind eye to some dangers, it is irresponsible for your own life."