Chapter 77: result?

Chapter 77: result?

Fudge watched Iger take things from a jar on the left and a bunch on the right, his eyes were a little straight, and his mouth was a little dry.

After swallowing, Fudge looked at Iger blankly: "Professors helped you?"

"My final assessment, what does it have to do with other professors?" Iger snorted and leaned leisurely on the soft chair beside him. On the long run, the beautiful soft chair was messed up with dirty water stains.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore on the side with a questioning look in his eyes, hoping to get a different answer.

Dumbledore sat up straight, watching Fudge spread his hands.

"I have an excellent student who has the ability to crush Voldemort at the age of 12. There is an old saying in the East, that every generation has talent, and that's what I want to say..."

Dumbledore looked at Fudge cheerfully, Fudge's face gradually became complicated, and he gave Iger a deep look, Fudge still smiled dryly, said goodbye to the two, and turned and left.

"What is he doing here?"

The door closed, and Iger looked at Dumbledore curiously.

"One thing you need to know is that the Ministry of Magic has never given up the idea of ​​trying to control Hogwarts. Connelly hopes that this year's final exam for the basilisk crusade will be hosted by the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore spoke softly.

"If you want to host, give them a host. It's time-consuming and laborious, what does it matter..." Iger snapped his fingers carelessly, and a glass of iced lemon juice appeared on the table beside him.

"It's not the same, Iger." Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "The Ministry of Magic is the Ministry of Magic, the school is the school, and Game of Thrones is not suitable for experiments on students. I think that the children behind me will be changed by the Ministry of Magic. Being philistine, I felt a little bit of heart failure."

"Aren't there a lot of graduates who have entered the Ministry of Magic?" Iger hummed and laughed.

"It's their own choice, not everyone's choice." Dumbledore emphasized: "Once I let them host, it will send a message to the outside world - Hogwarts belongs to the Ministry of Magic, This is absolutely intolerable to me."

"I don't mind the Ministry of Magic interfering with the school, but I must not allow the school to be controlled by the Ministry of Magic, and once I step back, the politicians will swarm like blood-smelling sharks to Hogwarts It's all divided up." Dumbledore's blue eyes were slightly absent-minded: "At that time, the students in the school will only be admitted to the students they want, and the pure-blood argument has never disappeared from the magic world, which is very important to Huo Huo. For Gwartz, it's never a good thing for one side to dominate."

"Understood..." Iger nodded.

"What do you... understand?" Dumbledore looked at Iger with some doubts, but with a hint of hope, hoping that Iger could give him a satisfactory answer.

"Emmm...Are you going to kill those pure-blood families?" Iger tilted his head.

You really know shit...

Dumbledore glanced at Iger blankly, and he suddenly felt that the reason why Iger was not keen on power might not be because he had no interest in power, but because of his outrageous low political talent...

"Is this the venom of the Basilisk?" Dumbledore decided to change the subject.

"Ah, yes!" Iger looked at Dumbledore with a smile: "The venom of the eight-eyed spider can reach 50 Galleons per ounce, so how can the venom of the Basilisk be low?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while, then turned to look at Iger: "With all due respect, if I remember correctly, the Philosopher's Stone should have the ability to turn a stone into gold..."

"It's different, it's the fun of making money! Understand?" Iger looked at Dumbledore with disgust: "The charm of money is not in how much you have, but in the moment you turn someone else's into your own."

Looking at Iger's coveted and intoxicated look, Dumbledore suddenly felt that he seemed to have made a mistake at the beginning.

Since when did it start?

Right from meeting him?

Looking at Fox, who had shrunk into a ball after the effect of the age-enhancing potion had passed on the table, Dumbledore suddenly felt that the most correct choice he made in his life was to let Iger out...

This Christmas is not a bad mess for Iger, at least when he saw the figure when he returned from the prefect's bathroom wearing a bathrobe to the common room, Iger's heart was full of excitement.

Especially when Aisha's blue eyes looked at him with a smile, Iger felt that his excited heart was about to jump out.

Time is the sculptor of the world. Everything is unavoidable to be polished. Some people are polished to be outstanding, while others are polished beyond recognition.

Aisha is lucky, time did not take away her beauty, but brought her a mature charm.

Twenty-two, it was the best time to push down. Iger looked at Aisha with some emotion in his heart, and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained.

"How is it? Are you happy? Are you surprised?" Elsa looked at Iger with a smile.

"Emmm... Is Hermione here?" Iger looked at Elsa in confusion.

"No, she wanted to come too, but she was forced to stay at home by Mrs. Granger..." Elsa gave Iger a displeased look: "The first thing I said was to ask other girls?"

"It's fine if you don't come!" Iger suddenly fluttered and hugged Aisha's waist. The blonde in front of me couldn't help giggling when she looked at Iger. Her white face was full of joy, looking at Iger's Eyes full of doting.

She rubbed her head in Aisha's arms as if she was happy Iger looked at Aisha with a smile: "Why are you here all of a sudden?"

"Actually, I arrived last night and came back with the door key with Professor Snape, but you were sleeping at the time, so I went to the girls' dormitory to sleep first, because it was too late, when I woke up You're already out." Elsa hugged Iger in love, as if there was some rare treasure in her arms.

"Last night we had a party at Madam Granger's house, and Professor Snape and Leah were there, and then I heard that you were going to take control of silently, and I thought about coming to accompany you. Professor Snape didn't know what to think, and suddenly His face became ugly, and he came back with me."

"Wait a minute, why is Snape at my house?" Iger frowned, "Isn't his house at the end of Spider Alley?"

Iger had a hard time imagining Snape sitting at the dining table next to a Muggle couple and a Muggle woman, and then the two girls at the table were Muggle-born, and there was a house-elf laughing at the same table...

"He's Anna's father." Elsa nodded with a smile.

"No, there's something wrong with this guy..." Iger pinched his chin with some doubts: "I smelled the laundry detergent on him the other day."

"Leah has been helping him with laundry recently." Elsa nodded.

Emmm... Are men so scarce these days?

"No, what's the point of forgetting everything? Miss Leia has been cultivating for too long, right?" Iger frowned and smacked his lips slightly: "I suggest that it is best to quickly forget about her and like it. Others don't care, liking Snape is doomed to have no results."

Aisha suddenly smiled strangely: "Who said it didn't work?"