Chapter 87: tricky
"What does he look like?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Not as handsome as me..." Iger smiled complacently: "It's a bit feminine, with long hair, it feels like a high-end version of Draco, very arrogant, but not the kind of arrogance that is arrogant, very complicated , that's a portrait of him when he was eighteen years old, it doesn't make much sense to me, of course, if it's like the statue in the secret room, it's another matter..."
Hermione nodded knowingly. She knew Iger too well. Having said so much, the first sentence was the point.
There are two kinds of people in Hermione's eyes, Iger and others.
There are also two kinds of people in Iger's eyes, those who are not as good-looking as him and those who are as good-looking as him...
No way, the Appearance Association is so realistic.
Fred and George ran over excitedly and sat happily on the soft chair opposite Iger.
"We were thinking, since Slytherin can leave his own portrait, then there is no reason for Gryffindor not to leave." Fred said excitedly.
"Oh, spare me, man, I really don't know. To be honest, I never thought that the portrait of Slytherin would still exist." Iger shook his head with a wry smile.
On the other side of the lounge, Lee Jordan was struggling to make up a rap for Gryffindor, hoping to overwhelm Slytherin's arrogance in rap.
Iger sometimes thinks Lee is a fascinating person. He likes everything, but especially loves singing, dancing, rap, and Quidditch...
He can be seen sitting next to Professor McGonagall as a Quidditch commentator at any Quidditch match. In fact, he always planned to be a Quidditch commentator after graduation. He said this every game. He can watch it for free...
"The whole school is crazy, this time, let's see what the **** in Ilvermorny have to say!" George's ears were a little red with excitement.
"What does this have to do with Ilvermorny?" Iger looked at George with some doubts.
"Don't you know? The aunt of the founder of Ilvermorny is a direct descendant of Slytherin, and founder Aesop Ther's wand is Salazar Slytherin's wand, and those pretentious guys have always been Think they are the real Slytherin..." Fred raised his eyebrows: "The wizards in the United States have always been rampant, and they seem to think that they are the most powerful beings in the world. In fact, just a few decades ago, American wizards are still being hunted, the tribal savages behind the colony..."
I really don't know about these Igers. He knows only a few people in the history of magic, and he doesn't know much about the others.
study hard? Just kidding, Professor Binns slept enough in class...
I don't know why, even the Weasley family generally does not have a high opinion of American wizards. The British wizarding world usually has a series of derogatory terms such as backwardness and ignorance for American wizards, and has a mentality of discrimination, as if the United States The magic they learned is like giving alms from their fingers...
"What we mean is... no matter how annoying those Slytherin **** are, they are Hogwarts after all." George spread his hands reluctantly: "About Slytherin orthodoxy, it has always been It's a serious matter of tit-for-tat between the two schools, so our students from Hogwarts have always had a bad impression of Ilvermorny..."
The relationship between the British magic world and the American magic world is very strange. It is like a contest between old-fashioned aristocrats and emerging forces, and they refuse to admit that the other is stronger than themselves.
In particular, coupled with the long-standing dispute between the two schools, students from the two countries see each other very differently.
"I'm glad you have this kind of mind." Iger looked at the twins in front of him cheerfully: "At least you recognize that we are a whole."
"Don't make trouble, we are not the whole, we are Gryffindor of Hogwarts and Slytherin of Hogwarts, it doesn't matter at all, okay?" Fred was talking nonsense with his eyes open.
"In the end, we're still one Gryffindor portrait..." George smacked his lips with regret, then reached out and patted Iger's shoulder: "Keep up the good work!"
I'm going to make persistent efforts, do you think the portrait is Chinese cabbage?
For a few days, the Daily Prophet was flying like snowflakes in England, and the wizards in the whole UK were proud. No matter how much people criticized the dark wizards who came out of Slytherin, it did not prevent the wizards from Slytherin. Portrait of enthusiasm.
In the principal's room, Dumbledore happily read the newspaper with a cup of black tea, then raised his head with a smile and looked at the portrait on the wall.
"Salazar, you've become a mascot..." Dumbledore said happily.
The relationship between the old man and Slytherin is not bad, at least a few days later, Dumbledore has begun to unilaterally call Slytherin by the Christian name.
"I heard... a descendant of mine started a magic school with my wand?" Slytherin turned his head to look at Dumbledore.
"Ah... Yes, Ilvermorny in the United States is a very good magic school. Of course, it can't compare with Hogwarts..." Maybe it was because he had been with Iger for too long, and Dumbledore would occasionally be small Blow shit.
"Where is America?" Slytherin asked curiously, looking at Dumbledore with interest.
"..."
Dumbledore was at a loss for words for a while.
Ilvermorny was founded in the seventeenth century, and it has only been more than two hundred years.
And this is the old monster from a thousand years ago. When he was alive, there was no shadow in the United States...
How should I explain this? Does it start with the founding of the United States?
Dumbledore pondered slightly awkwardly, hoping to give Slytherin an easy-to-understand explanation.
Iger didn't know Dumbledore's situation. He felt a little tired and panicked now. There were so many things that happened recently, Iger couldn't figure it out.
The only thing for sure, though, was that the end of the term was getting closer, and before long he should be watching a group of students on the Quidditch pitch against the basilisks.
When the final exam is over, I will be pitifully driven by Dumbledore to Albania to catch rare beasts...
Iger felt something was wrong, he was clearly supposed to enjoy life!
Why did you suddenly start to get busy?
The main problem is that I don't know where I am...
Many people have experienced this situation. They feel tired and busy every day. After thinking about it carefully, they don't know exactly where they are tired and where they are busy.
Iger felt that after catching Voldemort in his holiday this year, he should take a good rest for a while, and prepare for retirement.
As for Voldemort's subsequent resurrection and slaughter, that's something Dumbledore should consider...
At night, in the quiet bedroom, Iger fiddled with the crown in his hands, hoping to find clues to Ravenclaw.
Guoba next to him fell asleep with his small head exposed in the bag on Keda's stomach, and Keda fell asleep comfortably on Iger's pillow, arching the soft pillow from time to time.
"Extraordinary wisdom is the most precious wealth of mankind..." Iger read the letters on the golden crown softly, and sighed a little dejectedly.
Regarding Slytherin's request, Iger is still quite attentive. Aside from the touchingness of the story itself, the existence of the portraits of Gryffindor is also a very precious thing. If you really have it, it will be A permanent treasure of Hogwarts.
Iger still loves here deeply, despite some small greed.
The mottled starlight from the night sky outside the room shone into the room, slantingly reflected on Iger's face, and reluctantly stuffed the crown into his clothes bag, Iger tossed and turned on the bed without a clue.
The more you can't think of the answer to some things, the more disturbing you are, especially some things that make people more concerned.
Maybe I should go to Ravenclaw and see if there are any clues?
Thinking of this, Iger wandered out of the tower barefoot in his pajamas, all the way to the door of the Ravenclaw tower, looking at the bronze raven in front of him with curious eyes in the dark.
If Ravenclaw is the only thing that reminds Iger apart from the crown, it is the dead raven in front of him.
Alchemy products with their own minds are not so cheap. For example, the Three Brooms Bar has been in business for so many years, but it is just a few cheap pig heads hanging on the door. That kind of stupid thing that looks like a personality disorder is on the market. Can sell for a lot...
The most important thing is that the raw material of the pig head three is the product obtained after a series of processing and personality addition of the dead head.
The three pig heads are so expensive, it makes no sense that this dead raven has no value at all.
"Do you know about Ravenclaw?" Iger asked softly.
"I'm a knocker." The raven on the knocker was vivid, but his voice did not contain a trace of emotion. Compared with the talkative Sorting Hat, the knocker in front of him was obviously more inhumane.
"Can I go in and take a look?" Iger tentatively looked at the bronze door knocker in front of him.
"What if the needle falls into the sea?" The dead raven didn't give any face.
"Buy another one?" Iger tentatively looked at the raven in front of him.
"Trick." Dead Raven finally opened the door.
This is the first time Iger has come to Ravenclaw's common room. Compared with the red-toned Gryffindor, the blue-toned Ravenclaw lounge feels more refreshing and transparent.
It was a large, round room with elegant arched windows on the walls, and hung with blue and bronze silks, unlike the warm tapestries in the Gryffindor lounge.
The dark blue carpet is dotted with stars all over the sky. Looking around, he seems to be stepping on the starry sky. There are tall bookshelves in the starry sky with Iger.
In the alcove opposite the door was a white marble bust of Rowena Ravenclaw, the milky white stone gleaming in the night stars.
Looking at the stone statue in front of him, Iger stepped forward curiously, took out the crown from his arms and gently placed it on Ravenclaw's head.
However nothing happened...
The common room was as quiet as always, and from time to time a kitten raised by the girls passed by and rubbed Iger's trousers.
The dull sound of the door rang out, followed by a somewhat suppressed snickering sound, followed by a terrified inhalation sound, and a few girls sneaked in through the hole. Iger turned his head to look, Qiu Zhang and the others were panicking. look at yourself.
"Night tour?" Iger looked at the pile of small cakes in Qiu Zhang's arms, and the girls behind him looked at Iger timidly.
"Murray... Seth... Mr...." Qiu Zhang looked at Iger tremblingly.
"Don't be afraid, I often do that too, it's okay, I don't care." Iger spread his hands, turned his head and continued to look at the statue in front of him, hoping to find some clues.
Seeing that Iger didn't care, a few girls became more courageous, and surrounded Iger jokingly asking questions. Iger felt that he was at the peak of his life, because a girl just ate his tofu while he was not paying attention and touched him. smack his ass...
"Iger, why are you here?" Qiu Zhang leaned closer to Iger with a happy expression on his face. The girls of this era have not been influenced by the era of the information explosion, and they all yearn for some stories of beauties and heroes. Find yourself a Ruyi Langjun only in the story.
He doesn't know if Iger is that kind of heroic character, but it doesn't matter, at least in the eyes of these girls, he is.
"I... have some things..." Iger pinched his chin and thought, then turned to look at the girls beside him: "Have you heard the legend of Ravenclaw? For example, what was left behind?"
"Of course it is the crown. It is said that it has been missing for a thousand years..." Qiu Zhang said without hesitation, and then saw Iger calmly stuffed the crown on top of the statue's head into his arms, facing the eyes of the room. Son, Iger looked at Qiu Zhang: "It's okay, you continue to talk."
I said how big your mother is!
The chest cavity of a group of girls who were short of breath was about to explode.
"What was that just now?" Qiu Zhang stared at Iger with a fiery look on his face.
"Well... Ravenclaw's crown." Iger tilted his head: "Don't care about those details, you continue, what else? If she left her own personality, where is it most likely?"
Qiu Zhang took a deep breath: "I don't know about Iger, but I can be sure that if Ravenclaw left her personality, it must be in this castle, because according to some History records that the Hogwarts castle was designed by Ravenclaw, and she is the one who knows the castle best."
Iger nodded slightly. He had heard of this statement, but it was only unofficial history, and there was no conclusive evidence.
However, thinking that the portraits of Slytherin were drawn by Ravenclaw... Iger felt that this unofficial history was more credible.
"So...about that crown..." Qiu Zhang looked at Iger expectantly, bit his lip slightly and approached Iger: "I mean...Are you going to help us find Ravenclaw's portrait?"
A few girls behind Qiu Zhang smiled ambiguously, and walked towards the bedroom quietly.
Iger is charming, and Iger knows that.
But Iger thinks that he has not yet reached the point where the cat's body shakes, and the girls run over and shake with him.
The atmosphere in the room was a little awkward. There were only two living people in the empty lounge, except for two or three kittens that roamed at night.
Qiu Zhang's face was a little red, and even in the dark, Iger could clearly see the blush on Qiu Zhang's face.
"Iger, I..." Qiu Zhang looked at Iger hesitantly, not knowing what to say, then took a small step forward, his black eyes and Iger's blue eyes looked at each other.
The two were so close that Iger could even smell the creamy smell from Qiu Zhang's breath.
"Oh, I suddenly remembered that there is still fat chicken soup in the dormitory, it's getting late, you should go to bed now, good night Seeing that the rosy little lips are about to stick up, Iger ran away with a swoosh. .
heh, woman...
Want to seduce this baby? no way! I will not give you the crown!
I found it by my ability, that's mine!
The door closed, and the atmosphere in the Ravenclaw Tower was eerily quiet. Behind the door of the women's bedroom corridor, a group of girls looked at each other, and Qiu Zhang looked a little embarrassed.
Qiu Zhang still has absolute confidence in his appearance. In fact, the same is true. Basically, boys of all grades in various colleges have confessed to Qiu Zhang, but Qiu Zhang has not agreed to it until now.
It turned out to be disgusting today, he was still a boy a year younger than himself, and the most important thing was that this boy was still someone who stepped on two boats...
"I'm like this...isn't it a bit bad?" Qiu looked at his friends with open eyes: "I mean, he and Granger..."