Chapter 56: Filch
Two hours later, when Hermione came all the way from the library to Hagrid's hut, she saw Iger riding on Hagrid's shoulders, and the two were singing loudly...
The little girl felt really bad. From the looks of the two, it was obvious that they were having a good time.
Seeing Hermione entering the room, Iger immediately leaned in with a smile, with a hint of ruddy on his pale little face, and with a 'boo', he kissed Hermione's little lips.
Hermione's face was burning, and her anger at Iger's drinking disappeared immediately.
Sitting uneasily on the shabby big bed in Hagrid's cabin, Hermione's calf in striped stockings tossed, not knowing what to think, she smiled shyly.
On the side, Iger and Hagrid were still drinking and drinking, attacking Voldemort from time to time.
"Village-level terrorist!" Iger said with a big tongue, his head dizzy.
"A big self-righteous madman!" Hagrid's face flushed red and his black beetle-like eyes narrowed slightly: "If our Iger was born fifty years earlier, what would have happened to him!"
"That's it!" Iger giggled.
Hermione rolled her eyes silently, hehe, man...
When a few people came to the auditorium, the sky was as black as ink. The second half of the year in the UK was very short. Usually, at five or six o'clock, the sky was completely dark.
This year's Halloween seems to be more lively than last year, especially when Hagrid made a pumpkin. The big one can sit three or four people in. Iger was still a little sober at this time, and looked at the big pumpkin with a smile and Hermione discussed whether to get it or not. A pumpkin cart, Hermione wasted a lot of strength to get Iger to the long table, and Neville came over curiously.
"What happened to Iger?"
"Drink too much!" Hermione said angrily.
Iger shook his head: "I didn't drink too much... I just felt a little dizzy. Please help me get some iced lemon juice, thank you..."
Hermione snorted, stretched out her hand in Iger's arms, took out a small bottle and poured it into Iger. Iger's ears suddenly whimpered like a steam train.
A burst of warmth struck, and Iger's originally pale face also turned red. The smell of alcohol on his body disappeared immediately, and he looked at Hermione in high spirits: "You are really my sweet little pants..."
Hermione's face flushed with anger, she turned her head in embarrassment, and when she saw Fred and George winking not far away, she snorted and grabbed a piece of baked potato and took a bite: "You drink that much more. I don't care about you anymore!"
"Um... What about Harry and Ron? Why didn't he come?" Iger forcibly diverted Hermione's attention.
"I heard him say that he was going to Nick's death party when I was in the common room..." Neville whispered, "I don't know if they are going to celebrate or mourn..."
"Maybe... it's a celebration?" Iger said suspiciously: "The death party of the ghosts can be no fun at all... I participated in the fat monk last year, God, it's a nightmare!"
"Hundreds of ghosts are crowded into a small dance hall. The room is icy cold. If you accidentally pass through a ghost, it's like pouring a bucket of cold water on your head..." Iger's ears were still smoking, and his mouth was full of smoke. Li muttered: "They will also talk about their own methods of death, and the year they died. The youngest ghost I've seen is when he was studying toilets, he cast a spell on the toilet, and he was accidentally killed. The toilet drowned until he turned into a ghost with a see-through toilet hanging over his head..."
Hermione, who was beside her, couldn't help giggling when she heard Iger's words, and rolled her eyes coquettishly.
In front of the auditorium, more than a dozen pale-colored skeletons were dancing. This was the skeleton dance troupe that Dumbledore had ordered. There were students applauding from time to time. Fred dragged a skeleton and wanted to throw fireworks into people's mouths. , but was stared back by Professor McGonagall's eyes...
Snape was wearing a very fancy dress today. It was a **** robe with red auspicious clouds floating on the robe... That's right, Iger made a special version of the wizard's robe in the Xiao uniform at Mrs. Mokin two days ago, don't say, The red clouds above are still pretty nice...
There was a lively noise in the auditorium, and then the door was opened, and Ron and Harry went to the long Gryffindor table with pale faces.
"It looks like Nick's dinner party didn't bring you any joy?" Iger looked at the two of them cheerfully and asked, "I saw Dobby and the others trying to cover up a large plate of sheep's internal organs two nights ago. And getting the peanuts damp and hoping they'll go moldy, I guess that must be Nick's dinner."
"You guessed it right..." Harry's face turned pale, and he retched from time to time: "Can you cast a spell on my feet? I'm about to freeze..."
"I suggest you drink some mead... Well, I'll give you a warm-up spell..." Seeing Hermione's eyes beside Iger, Iger hurriedly stopped, and put his wand on the top of their heads, Harry suddenly felt his body It was warm, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At night, the unfinished banquet continued in the Gryffindor common room. Iger held a salamander, Fred put a few fireworks into the salamander's mouth, Iger let go, and the salamander vacated. He got up, whistled and flew over the common room, and there was another burst of cheers in the room. The crackling fireworks all over the room caused bursts of screams. In the end, the salamander was like a leaking air. Balloon-like 'swish' into the fireplace...
"We need some more mead!" Fred roared while standing on the chair in his Quidditch uniform.
"Who wants to eat some late-night snacks?" George roared excitedly, his arms suddenly raised around him, and the twin brothers looked at Iger expectantly.
Iger sighed helplessly, looking at the appearance of these brothers, they probably wouldn't go to the kitchen in person, so he had to say hello to the two of them, and turned around and left the common room.
A few minutes later, in the corridor of the castle, a black cat sneaked silently, and a sound of scolding and sobbing came from not far away. Iger ran to the corner and stretched his head curiously.
"I said, I have been studying with Professor Flitwick, and the professor allowed me to go back to the common room later..." A little blond girl wiped her tears, Iger looked at the other party's uniform, it was Si Laitlin's College.
"I don't believe it!" Filch shouted rudely, staring at his eyes: "Don't think about escaping punishment, I should hang you students who violated the rules on the roof and whip them with iron whips, but unfortunately I won't let you go now, you Just wait!"
Saying that, Filch reached out his hand to tug at the girl's hair, trying to drag her to Snape's office.
"Wait a minute..." Iger walked out leisurely, frowning slightly at Filch.
"Ah... Another little **** who wanders at night..." Filch looked at Iger happily.
"Keep your mouth clean, I'm just a squib, who gave you the confidence to scold me?" Iger's face darkened suddenly, and he stepped forward and slapped Filch in the face.
"You dare to hit me?" Filch roared while covering his face, his bloodshot eyes trying to reach out to grab Iger, and then withdrew his hand in horror. Iger was right, he was a squib, at most It can only rely on the professor's face to fake the tiger's prestige.
"The entire castle is mine, and I'm still the acting professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..." Iger snorted, "Why don't I dare to hit you? Aren't you afraid of death when the squib provokes the wizard? Huh?"
Iger squinted at Filch: "I don't have the right to decide whether the professors go or stay, but I think it's easy to get a squib out, Filch, are you too self-righteous?"
Filch looked at Iger in panic, his lips were trembling, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You... you can't do this..."
"Why can't I?" Iger sneered, looking at Filch with dark eyes, and his tone was gloomy and fast: "I hope you can understand a truth, what I hate most is the kind of person who hates others for being mean and dark, as long as You are still in the castle at Hogwarts, then I need to let you know whose name is on the title deed of the castle. If you watch the night, you will watch the night, and if you arrest people, you will arrest people. If I find you swearing at students again ...I won't let you get out, but I'll let you die here... Hogwarts is so big that it's more than enough to bury a thousand Squibs, see... Do you, Mr Filch...?"
At this time, Iger looked very much like Snape, and Filch saw Iger's gloomy and ruthless appearance, and his heart suddenly throbbed, and he took a few steps back tremblingly and finally realized something.
From the beginning to the end, he has always been the existence of the mermaid, and any graduate has the ability to kill him effortlessly...
Seeing Filch fleeing in a hurry, Iger sneered, then turned to look at the blond little girl in Slytherin beside him and smiled: "Why don't you go back now, Miss Greengrass?"
Iger remembered that this little girl was a freshman who just entered this year. She was very studious and beautiful. She was a typical pure-blood and pure-blood supremacy supporter, but the other party's seriousness in learning and her well-behaved personality made him still considerate. Relatively favorable.
"Thank you, Mr. Morrissey." The little girl bowed to Iger, wiped her tears, turned around and ran away in a hurry.
The black kitten continued to swim at night, and just after walking a short distance, he saw Filch walk out of Professor McGonagall's office with a dismal face, and Professor McGonagall's scolding could be vaguely heard from the office...
Iger couldn't help but want to laugh. Although Professor McGonagall is very strict with students, he is not strictly in the category of students now. Even for night tours, there are many excuses, not to mention the entire castle is his own...
Another point is that Professor McGonagall has always looked down on Filch, not because of his identity as a Squib, but because of his dark psychology. Among all the professors, even the best-tempered Professor Sprout disliked him. , God knows how he has survived as a Squib among a group of wizards who may become very outstanding in the future, and the graduates didn't come to kill him? This makes Iger very puzzled...
Seeing Filch's stunned appearance, Iger sneered, sang a song in his mouth, and rushed to the kitchen. Under the warm hospitality of a group of elves, Iger returned with a lot of food.