Chapter 127: Firebolt

Chapter 127: Firebolt

'Snapped'…

There seemed to be an echo of the slap just now in the air, and a group of students watched in stunned eyes as Hermione slapped the mouth of the Boggart-turned-Iger in front of him.

There was still a red slap print on Bogut's face, which made him a little dizzy.

Bogut's changed Iger covered his face blankly, not knowing what to do next.

Should I fight back?

"Oh my God..." Sirius covered his forehead with a headache, and then flicked his wand, and the Boggart flew back to the cabinet with a whistle.

"Failed, Hermione..." Sirius shrugged helplessly: "But I believe you can do better."

Hermione didn't speak, sniffed her nose and got back into the crowd with red eyes, without looking at Iger, she faced the wall with a sullen breath.

"Professor, let's continue, I think she needs to calm down for a while..." Iger smiled awkwardly, motioning Sirius to continue.

Looking at Hermione who was crying beside her, Aigmo silently moved to her side, and gently stretched out her hand to hold the little girl's hand.

"Okay, don't be sad, it's just a Boggart..." Iger said softly.

Hermione wept, turned her head and gave Iger a rainy look: "But... I'm afraid..."

Saying that, the little girl bit her lip and cried again.

Iger looked at Hermione, and his heart was itching. However, not far away, the students were still lining up to face Boggart. From time to time, some people glanced here curiously, which made him can only hold on. The bold idea in my heart.

"I'm so scared... Iger, you really think that." Hermione rubbed her eyes.

Iger's heart trembled when he saw Hermione's pear blossom with rain. Isn't this a foul?

"Sea otters aren't bad either, they're cute." Iger whispered in Hermione's ear.

Hermione sniffed, turned her head with a snort, and felt something crawling in her clothes.

Iger sat next to Hermione calmly, the two sat with their backs against the wall, and a slender tail behind Iger got into Hermione's clothes at some point.

"Don't be like this...there are too many people..." Hermione gave Iger a pleading look.

"What are you talking about?" Iger looked innocent.

"Um...ha..." Hermione's expression was a little weird, as if she was trying her best to endure something. Iger was sitting next to the little sea otter with a smile on his chin, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became wider.

"Ah..." Hermione suddenly grabbed Iger's sleeve and clenched Iger's arm tightly, then her body trembled slightly for a few seconds, and then panted and leaned on Iger's body, her face blood red.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" The smile on Iger's face was malicious, and he gently supported Hermione's back.

"Well, don't touch me..." Hermione froze like an electric shock, "Ah..."

...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy on" Hermione sat beside Iger a few minutes later, she moved around nervously, the wet feeling under her body made her feel terrible.

"I didn't do anything..." Iger looked innocent, and the girl next to him rolled his eyes coquettishly.

The students not far away were taking turns to face Boggart, and Harry did a good job of transforming Boggart, who had become a Dementor, into a black plastic bag flying all over the sky...

Sirius glanced at the two of Iger who were not far away, shook his head slightly, and decided not to let Iger try.

After all, with Iger's strength, what he fears might be difficult to handle.

Bogut is not strong, but it is not weak. It always has the characteristics of changing that kind of thing.

For example, Boggart turned into a lion, and the fangs and claws on his body would also be real...

In case Iger sees Boggart, there is another strange thing like a fire dragon basilisk in the room, and if I roll around in the room again, then this class will really become a disaster...

In fact, among so many people, Sirius thinks Hermione's Boggart is the most terrifying...

An Egger! The world's top combat power!

"Funny!" Neville screamed, and the Boggart-turned-Snape in front of him swishly changed into Granny Neville's weird dress...

Sirius: "Ahahahahaha..."

Crazy laughter sounded, and as Neville's Boggart transformed, the classroom no longer focused on Iger and the two...

Soon, Sirius' Defence Against the Dark Arts class became the most popular subject in the school, and most of the students liked the class taught by Sirius, including the Slytherin students.

Of course, not everyone likes it, like Snape...

Neville's incident in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class spread like wildfire, and there was a lot of uproar in the school. The direct result was that Neville was deducted more than fifty points a week by Snape for various reasons.

"I shouldn't have done that..."

In the common room, Neville leaned back on the soft chair with a sad face, looking unhappy.

"Hahaha, what's the matter, I think your grandma's dress fits Severus well..." Iger was leaning on the sofa, his legs were on Hermione's lap, and the little girl was putting the book on Iger's lap Watching intently.

Picking the grapes and stuffing them into his mouth, Iger muttered: "You have to be brave, think about it, don't you want to stay in school to be a herbal professor after graduation? You will most likely have to be with Seaver. work together..."

Neville's face instantly paled.

"Especially if there is no accident, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall can't teach for very long based on their age, so Severus is likely to be your headmaster..." Iger continued to threaten, Neville's face turned pale. The pale look made him feel very amused...

"He seems to be in a bad mood recently. It can be seen that his relationship with Sirius is not very good. I have wondered several times whether he wants to poison Sirius..." Harry was playing wizard chess with Ron, Hearing that, he turned his head and said happily.

"It's normal. I'm not surprised if he poisoned Sirius..." Iger grinned: "No, it's better to say that he hasn't poisoned yet, I feel quite surprised..."

The voice fell, and the laughter of the unscrupulous people sounded again in the Gryffindor Tower.

...

"Okay kids, come with me, today's class might be... more suitable for girls."

Another Hagrid's class, Hagrid cheerfully greeted the students towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"What are you going to learn today?" Malfoy said lazily, "I met all the hippogriffs in my last class."

"Yeah, you're great, much stronger than your father was." Hagrid said casually without looking back. "To be honest, your father may be more suited to be a businessman than a wizard..."

"Yeah, you're right." Malfoy shrugged, smugly, as if pleased with what Hagrid had given him.

Iger laughed and shook his head. If this were the case before, Malfoy would have jumped out and shouted loudly, preventing Hagrid from speaking ill of his father.

Of course, no one would want to talk to him if it was the old Malfoy...

Taking a group of students to the pumpkin patch at the back of the hut, Hagrid came to a tree hole, stretched out his hand and dug in it, then turned around and looked at the students and laughed.

"Dangdangdang" Hagrid opened his big hands, holding two little human-shaped dolls, and a group of girls suddenly screamed excitedly.

The little doll with transparent insect wings sat timidly in Hagrid's big hands and looked around.

"It's a fairy! A fairy!" Hermione also shouted excitedly.

"Ah...I know..." Iger twitched the corners of his mouth.

Just fairies, 2X magical animals, nothing special, but it's usually hard for humans to see them...

Fairies are very beautiful, like beautiful human women, but their life cycle is very short, only two or three years.

Iger caught a few, but after teasing them for two days, he had no interest in letting them go. Small things are very timid.

But this creature loves vanity, especially beauty!

As long as the beautiful jewelry is put in front of them, they will let the wizard make it into jewelry decoration without moving, and they will not come down if they are beaten to death.

What's interesting is that this little thing can also make a wand, and the workmanship is extremely good, but it can only make a wand that suits them, and there is no way to make a human size.

The magic released is not strong, and it can only resist creatures such as bird bats at most.

Seeing a group of girls chattering around the fairy, Iger and a group of boys sat beside the old tree roots and chatted.

Hagrid looked a little disappointed. In his opinion, this should be quite attractive to the students, but he didn't expect the boys to be so interested.

"Look, how beautiful they are..." Hagrid looked at Harry with a lost fairy.

"Yeah, but they're only four inches tallest..." Ron said, "and can't speak..."

"You have a dangerous idea, young man..." Hagrid laughed immediately after hearing this.

For a whole class, a group of girls almost carved up the entire group of fairies near Hagrid's hut, and everyone returned to the castle with a fairie contented.

For nearly a month, Iger spent this kind of dull and repetitive life. Finally, near the beginning of October, one thing caught Iger's attention.

The Quidditch team is recruiting...

And Hermione wants to participate in…

"Unfortunately, it seems that I have to go back on what I said. At least this year, you can't participate." Iger looked at Hermione and said seriously.

"Why?" Hermione looked reluctant.

"Why?" Iger laughed, grabbed the timetable on Hermione's desk, pointed to the full timetable and looked at Hermione: "Why do you say?"

"But I can handle it." Hermione said bravely.

"No, you can't, people's energy is limited." Iger gave Hermione a lazy look with dead fish eyes: "Either, give up the make-up class to join the team, or give up the team and concentrate on making up the class."

Hermione turned and left angrily. Iger's objection made her sad, but she also knew that Iger was right.

Human energy is limited, and even now, Hermione feels a little overwhelmed.

"Let's participate in the selection!" After a few minutes, Hermione sat back beside Iger gloomily: "I promise, join the team first, and I can start participating next year."

"It's okay, I guarantee you can join the team..." Iger's mouth curled up: "You can study at ease."

...

"Wood, we want to join the team." Iger found Wood.

Wood has been a little busy recently. He is busy with his graduation exams, and he has to take care of the Quidditch team at the same time, which makes him feel a little irritable.

"You know Iger of the rules." Wood was a little helpless.

"You know my strength." Iger nodded confidently.

"But I don't know Hermione's strength..." Wood had a headache.

"Strength is not the most important thing. In playing, the important thing is cooperation." Iger swore to guarantee.

"But the rules are such Iger. If you want to join the team, you must follow the rules and participate in the screening competition." Wood spread his hands.

"Have you heard of the Firebolt that just went on sale this year?" Iger said blankly: "How about sending you one?"

"Ah oh..." Wood turned around and looked at the court: "Angelina?"

"What's the matter, captain?" Angelina flew over on a broom.

"Let me inform Arya and Katie that this year's bench screening will not be used for the time being, and... your brooms look a little too old..." Wood muttered casually, glancing at Iger's body.

"Four." Iger sank into Dantian.

"What are Fred and George doing?" Wood squinted at the court.

"Six." Iger calmed down a little.

"Harry! Look carefully for the ball!" Wood yelled, looking at the little black dot in the sky in the distance.

"Seven!" Iger frowned.

"I believe you and Hermione will be able to join us on the road to the championship." Wood's face was excited, he grabbed Iger's hand and shouted loudly, revealing the ugly face of capitalism.

"Damn..." Iger pouted.

"You're the first player who has sponsored so many players for the team, Iger, I'm very touched." Wood was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He knew exactly what it meant for the team to assemble Firebolts.

This means that if they are good enough, they can even play a dozen international games!

"Haha..." Aigepi smiled but said, "You are also the first person who dares to blackmail me."

As if Wood didn't hear it, Le Dian Dian ran away...

Seven Firebolts, plus Iger and Hermione's, a total of nine Firebolts, when a group of owls flapped their wings and landed on the Gryffindor long table the next morning, the entire auditorium suddenly fell into a frenzy. .

The nine Firebolts were neatly placed on the long table on the teacher's chair. Sirius laughed excitedly when he saw Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall couldn't help looking at him with excitement. Gryffindor's long table, such a large handwriting, even Professor McGonagall was a little excited and couldn't control the expression on his face...

The twins picked up one of Iger's legs and lifted him up high, roaring excitedly and waving their fists constantly.

Harry gently stroked the Firebolt in front of him obsessively. Iger could swear that he had never been so emotional when he was watching Ginny...

"Ha! What did she say before?" Malfoy looked at Hermione indignantly, and shouted aloud: "Didn't Gryffindor pay to join the team?"

Hermione's face immediately flushed with embarrassment, and Iger's hand was so big that even she didn't expect it.

Now the whole school is in uproar, someone gave away seven Firebolts for free to get his little girlfriend to join the team!

You know, there are not necessarily seven sold in the whole of the UK this year...