Chapter 122: school starts
Iger twitched the corners of his mouth as he looked at the two boys across from him. Are you so concerned?
"With all due respect, even if you remove the freckles on your face, your face value may not be much higher. It's good now. You have your own personality, right? People will know you are Weasley at a glance..." Iger The corner of his mouth grinned: "As for Harry's scar... It can't be removed, it's a mark left by black magic, and there's basically no way to remove it."
"Oh... damn..." The two looked a little disappointed.
Hermione looked at the two of them and rolled her eyes, opened a bag of chocolate frogs and handed it to Iger.
"By the way, haven't you put on the Chocolate Frog Card yet?" Ron was refreshed when he saw the card in Iger's hand.
"No, it seems that I have nothing to achieve..." Iger spread his hands: "What can I achieve? The only devil in the world for nearly a thousand years?"
"I think it's okay to go on, after all, devils aren't goblins and house-elves, why can't they?" Ron muttered: "To be honest, I've wanted to see what you and Harry looked like on the card for a long time. …”
"It's all creatures, what's wrong with goblins and house-elves?" Hermione glanced at Ron displeased: "Don't forget, Professor Flitwick also has goblin blood!"
"Okay dear, we won't discuss this topic..." Iger held down Hermione, who was about to talk at length, and glanced out the window: "We're almost there..."
Or they say that time is like a white horse, looking at the emerald green farmland outside the window, Iger thought he was back to the day he first entered school.
"Do you have any plans for this year?" Iger turned to look at a few people.
"I'm going to... step up my Quidditch training and go professional..." Harry shrugged: "I discussed with Sirius, I was going to be an Auror, but Sirius didn't agree. He said that the **** at the Ministry of Magic would not You must kill me someday, and the advice to me is to be a professional Seeker..."
"What about your own thoughts?" Iger was a little curious.
"Actually... I also think it's good to play professional games, but after all, people have to live, I'm not sure I can play Quidditch all my life..." Harry hesitated: "It's not that I haven't thought about it, but I still think Too idealistic..."
"Don't worry, you can do what you want..." Iger grinned: "If my prediction is right, you basically don't have to worry about money for the rest of your life, why don't you do what you like?"
"Really?" Harry was surprised.
"Of course, why lie to you..." Iger casually dealt with it.
The 30% stake in Magic Tricks Workshop is enough for you and your godfather to eat, drink and play for a lifetime...
"It's great... I don't know what I should do yet, you guys are thinking too far..." Ron felt helpless.
A group of brothers in the family all had their own careers and goals, but he was the only one who was confused, and now even Harry had goals, which made Ron a little uncomfortable for a while.
"You can choose some things that you like and are good at..." Iger suggested.
"I like Quidditch too, but not as talented as Harry..." Ron sighed. "To be honest, sometimes I prefer some Quidditch items... like team uniforms, brooms..."
Looking at Ron, Iger suddenly thought of two words: figure...
A lucrative industry...
What would a figure in the magic world look like?
Probably moving, right?
It's exciting to think about it, this is the dream of many otakus!
Speaking of which, Lupin had sent a letter two days ago to inform himself that the Poison Egg Magic Trick Workshop had been registered with the Ministry of Magic. Could it be possible to use this platform to launch figures from various Quidditch teams? It really can't be done, the comics industry can also develop...
After a rough idea, Iger found that if you really want to make a moving and talking figure, at most you need to learn some superficial knowledge of transfiguration and alchemy, which is not too difficult for Ron...
"I'll give you money! Five hundred Galleons, 50% of the shares!"
Thinking of this, Iger's eyes suddenly lit up, grabbing Ron's hand and shaking it vigorously.
Ron: "???"
"Heh...boy..." Hermione raised her eyelids boredly: "Don't you have any lofty ambitions? Besides playing is money, why not consider becoming a doctor? Or an official of the Ministry of Magic?"
"It's boring..." ×3.
"What do you want to do?" Iger's mouth curled up.
Thinking of Iger with the back heel can know Hermione's approximate goal: the position of the Minister of Magic.
My mother-in-law is really ambitious, but Iger feels very satisfied...
The unemployed husband of the Minister of Magic...
Iger, who is full of little white faces, really likes it!
"I want to be the chairman of the International Federation of Magicians, like Dumbledore, which means I will take all the courses this year!" Hermione nodded seriously, not joking at all.
Damn, her ideals are even bigger than in the original book... Iger couldn't help but feel a little disturbed.
Speaking of which, where does the International Federation of Magicians work?
"It's impossible, no one can take all the courses." Ron retorted immediately.
"Nothing is impossible..." Hermione snorted, "If it's a big deal, I'll take a little extra tuition."
"God...she must be crazy..." Ron was stunned, and seemed to think that Hermione's thoughts were a little crazy.
"I don't think you need to be so troublesome. For example, you can omit the astronomy class..." Iger looked at Hermione: "Didn't I buy you an astronomical crystal ball?"
"But I'd rather listen to what the teachers have to say." Hermione said nonchalantly.
Dozens of Galleons items, bought for nothing, prodigal wives...
Of course Iger wouldn't say that.
"Okay, here we are, I saw Hagrid, God, what kind of weird hairstyle does he have?" Harry leaned on the window and stared into the distance in surprise.
"Oh, by the way, he seems to be in France for the whole vacation, and Hagrid seems to be in love, you know?" Hermione suddenly looked gossipy.
"Who?" Ron's face flushed with excitement, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to make fun of Hagrid.
"Mrs. Maxime..." Iger said casually, dragging Hermione and the suitcase into the carriage.
"It's great... I also want to be able to Apparate at school..." Harry looked at the place where Iger had disappeared with some loss.
As soon as the voice fell, a flame of flame suddenly appeared in the air, Huang Hua arrogantly glanced at the stunned two people, two small paws placed on their shoulders, and disappeared in place with a bang.
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Another year of sorting...
Iger was leaning on the long table with his chin up, and stared at a group of students who wore hats on stage. His slender black tail quietly stirred Hermione's long fluffy hair beside him from time to time.
On the stage, Snape looked at Iger's wriggling tail strangely. Sirius was chatting with Professor McGonagall enthusiastically. Judging from Professor McGonagall's expression, the older catgirl was very much teased. Happy, Iger doesn't know if she will become Harry's godmother...
bah, scumbag...
Glancing at Snape in the distance, Iger grinned. Thankfully, the two didn't tear up on the spot.
Judging from the current state of Sirius, if the two of them fight, if they use a wand, Iger estimates that the two should be half a catty.
With fists... Snape probably won't be able to beat Sirius...
Look at Sirius, with tattoos all over his body, messy long hair, and a **** but not thick beard.
Look at Snape again, with long greasy hair, a dark robe of Gunara, and a slightly bloated belly near middle age.
No, it's a lot worse in terms of force, right?
Iger felt that he should take Snape to change his look.
Cooperate? Hehe, he will definitely cooperate...
Otherwise, Iger will knock him out with the attitude that I'm doing it for you...
There are three attractions in today's dinner.
The first place is Iger's look. A group of girls looked at Iger's new look with glowing eyes, and bursts of suppressed screams were heard from time to time.
The second place is Harry's godfather. The students are constantly looking at Sirius while looking at Iger's new look. Harry's godfather status makes the students full of curiosity about him.
The third place is the annual branch. Unfortunately, the limelight of the freshmen this year was snatched away by two scumbags.
"welcome!"
After the sorting was over, Dumbledore's voice sounded, and the candlelight shone on the old man's white beard.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts again! I have a few things to tell you all, so I figured... it's best to get it straight before you're feasting and your brains get confused..."
Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued: "Thank you Merlin... Now it seems that this year is all worthwhile for all of us..."
"First of all, in about the first month after everyone enrolls this year, we will welcome a group of auditors from the ancient Chinese Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hope that our guests from afar can experience home-like treatment at Hogwarts. I have to warn you that the guests who visit this time have an ancient heritage from the other side of the world, and it is best not to have any conflicts with each other. Of course, this may be a good opportunity for some students who don't like classes. They should be able to learn something that interests them..."
Saying that, Dumbledore's eyes 'inadvertently' swept over a pair of red-haired twins.
"He's looking at you..." Fred muttered in a low voice.
"No, I'm looking at you..." George sat looking at his nose and nose.
"I'm definitely looking at you..."
"Forget it, let's see..."
"A wizard from the East?"
"Sounds like this..."
"Who are they?"
"...God of Wealth...?"
No one paid any attention to the twins' thoughts, and the students were all listening to Dumbledore's speech.
"I sincerely hope that you will not lose the grace of Hogwarts in front of our guests. They will probably stay at Hogwarts for one to two years. I hope we can get along in harmony." Dumbledore's hands slightly Press down, signaling some noisy students to be quiet.
"Let's change the subject." Dumbledore looked down cheerfully: "First of all, it's Professor Black, who gladly agreed to fill the vacancy of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor position. As you can see, he is a suave and handsome old man. ."
Hearing this, there was a huge applause in the auditorium. Of course, not everyone was applauding.
Like Snape, he bent another fork...
The others were okay. Harry stood up and his hands were red. Sirius stood up and bowed down with a smile. His luxurious robes with gray carvings stood out among the group of teachers.
Although at the opening ceremony, everyone wore the best robes, but Sirius's clothes couldn't stand it.
Iger glanced at Snape in the distance. Snape was looking gloomily at Sirius, who was proud of the spring breeze, and the expression on his face seemed to be twitching.
Iger knew that he definitely didn't want to laugh, he should just want to make his expression look less hideous.
hatred!
This was the emotion Harry felt in Snape's eyes.
Iger chuckled with a small silver fork in his mouth: "Did you feel it?"
Harry turned his head to look at Iger, Iger grinned and smiled: "Congratulations, you are finally no longer the person Severus hates the most..."
Harry: "..."
Listen to you... it seems like I should be happy?
"As for our second new teacher..." Dumbledore continued after the applause that welcomed Sirius calmed down: "I regret to inform you that our Fantastic Beasts teacher, Professor Kettle Burn, retired at the end of last term. , in order to have more time to enjoy his old arms and legs..."
"However, I am pleased to announce that it is none other than Rubeus Hagrid who is about to fill his position. He has agreed to accept this teaching position in addition to his duties as gamekeeper."
As Dumbledore's voice fell, the crackling sounded again.
Iger clapped with a smile on his face, Harry got up from the chairs excitedly, and Malfoy also clapped with a smile on the long Slytherin table, it seems that he probably won't find it. what trouble.
On the teacher's chair, Hagrid's face was flushed red, his eyes drooping down at his big hands, a happy smile hidden behind his unkempt black beard.
Iger could see that it might be because of love or promotion, and Hagrid, who felt that his life had reached the peak, tidied up his hairstyle today.
The applause for Hagrid was very loud, and the Gryffindor table was the most popular. If you want to say who is the most popular at Hogwarts these years, it is undoubtedly Hagrid. Greg knows...
"If, I mean if!" Ron yelled excitedly: "He wouldn't let us buy that book that bites like a mad dog, that would be even more perfect!"
"Don't scold the dog!" Harry looked a little displeased, his godfather's Animagus was a dog.
"Then Crazy Cat!" Ron said smugly.
"Don't scold cats!" Iger's eyes are also very bad Who are you scolding, boy?
"Sorry, that's a lunatic." Ron smiled apologetically.
"You are not allowed to scold my parents!" Neville shouted angrily.
Ron: "???"
Iger looked at Neville a little surprised, and it seemed that maybe because of his appearance, Neville was stronger than the original book.
At least I can calmly say the things about my parents being tortured crazy...
"Damn... I'm crazy, okay?" Ron growled irritably.
"Okay, that's all that matters." Dumbledore opened his arms cheerfully, and slowly food and drinks appeared in the golden plate and goblet in front of Iger.
"Let's have a feast." Dumbledore's voice fell, and Harry and Ron stretched out their hands to the long table like vicious dogs...