Chapter 128: guests from the east
"It's all my fault... I was too impatient. I should have gotten used to the new broom first. I shouldn't have released the Snitch so quickly..." Sirius looked a little annoyed: "Fortunately, Harry wasn't seriously injured..."
"Please, Iger, can you help me heal directly?" Harry looked at Iger eagerly: "There are still a few days left to play. The first game this year is against Slytherin. I have to go..."
"Keep it at ease, it will definitely get better before the game, although it is a comminuted fracture..." Iger's mouth twitched: "I can cure it, but it will consume your vitality, if it is not a particularly important situation, don't do that. ."
"Okay..." Harry looked sad.
"Oh... By the way, I remembered it, do you still remember that bowl of tea slag? It seems to have come true..." Iger slammed the hammer with some surprise.
"Yeah, why didn't you say it sooner..." Harry muttered blankly.
"Maybe this is the inevitability of history?" Iger grinned: "I really don't think of it hahaha..."
"Isn't Hermione with you?" Harry looked at Iger curiously.
"Her homework is a bit too much..." Iger spread his hands.
"How is that possible? My homework is all done." Ron looked disbelieving.
Iger's mouth twitched with disdain.
How many classes do you take? How many classes do they have? Is it comparable?
"Don't talk about that, now no matter what, this year's champion will be ours!" Harry suddenly looked excited again: "The whole team is Firebolt, I have already adapted to that kind of speed, I will definitely dive next time. Can stop!"
Ron nodded approvingly, thinking Harry was right.
What are you afraid of? We have Firebolts!
Gryffindor's lion cubs are so inflated today, why? We have Firebolts!
So when Lack led a group of owls to the long table in Slytherin early the next morning, Sirius was in a very bad mood.
The auditorium fell into a commotion again, for no other reason, and Slytherin also had seven more Firebolts...
Holy crap, do you have to be so anal?
Iger noticed Wood's gaze, and he seemed to want to rush over to smash the brooms, or set a fire or something...
Malfoy looked at Harry triumphantly, his eyes full of show.
"Seven Firebolts, nearly 4,000 Galleons. My dad funded half of it and Mr. Snape funded half. It seems that you have no advantage..." Malfoy briefly regained his originality, and walked 258,000 to 80,000 The pace came to Harry and showed off: "At least, I won't be like you... broken arm..."
With that said, a group of Slytherin little snakes laughed suddenly, and the faces of the little lions were dark.
Harry suddenly finds Malfoy so annoying again!
"Harry just suddenly didn't get used to the new broom in the practice game. In terms of skills, he dumped you a few streets!" Hermione immediately put down the book in her hand and turned around and retorted.
"Yeah, after all, he entered the team based on his strength..." Malfoy said triumphantly, subconsciously ironing, for a moment he forgot who he couldn't offend.
No one cooperated with him to laugh this time, and the little snakes beside him dispersed in an instant, scurrying away quickly...
"Uh... I mean..." Malfoy watched Hermione's unkind gaze gradually react, and grinned slightly embarrassedly: "Don't slap in the face..."
‘Boom’…
A blond little white face rolled and was kicked out by Hermione...
...
Before the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin began, a group of guests from the east came from afar.
In the evening, the students huddled in the courtyard waiting for the guests who came from afar this year.
"Mr. Weasley, put your hat straight." Professor McGonagall swept his gaze towards Ron.
"Even Iger is not wearing a hat..." Ron muttered as he looked at Iger next to Professor McGonagall, and straightened the pointed wizard hat.
Harry grinned. "Yeah, provided you have two big horns on your head like him..."
The words fell, and the two suddenly laughed in low voices, and Hermione on the side rolled her eyes in displeasure at the two of them.
"Miss Patil, take off that absurd thing in your hair!" Professor McGonagall's stern voice sounded again, and Professor McGonagall never compromised on matters concerning the honor of Hogwarts.
Parvati was displeased and took off the little fairy from the hairpin, and the little fairy looked very aggrieved...
"Please come with me..." Professor McGonagall said: "The first-year students are in front, so don't crowd."
The students filed down the steps and stood in line in front of the castle.
The weather in October was exceptionally cold, but the fresh air made the students feel that the evening was not so unbearable.
At this time, a white and translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest. Iger took out his pocket watch and looked at it and couldn't help but mutter: "It's almost six o'clock... When will they arrive?"
"I'm more concerned about how they got here?" Ron muttered.
"Maybe it's a broom? I heard Iger say they like to fly around with flying swords." Harry said yearningly.
"I'm going to freeze to death in this ghost weather..." Ron guessed: "Could it be the door key? Maybe they can Apparate, maybe people under the age of seventeen in their place also allow Apparition?"
"Apparitions are not allowed in the Hogwarts grounds, how many times do I have to tell you?" Hermione said impatiently.
"Hey, don't forget, you said the same to Iger at the beginning, and it turned out that you lost his first kiss." Harry said with some schadenfreude.
"Ah, yes, but it wasn't the first kiss." Hermione snorted.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, feeling a little panic in their stomachs.
The sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding mountains gradually became silent, as if it were the same as usual, but the students were starting to feel cold, and he really wished they could hurry up.
"When exactly will they arrive?" Sirius whispered in Iger's ear impatiently.
As soon as the words fell, Dumbledore's voice sounded: "Ah, it seems that they have arrived..."
"Where?" Harry looked at him subconsciously.
"There!" A sixth grader pointed to the sky above the Forbidden Forest.
The students turned their heads to see that a behemoth swept across the Forbidden Forest at high speed. As the thing approached, the students gradually became more aware of it.
It was two black dragons more than 30 meters long, pulling a bronze-colored carriage through the clouds.
"God, what is that? Cool!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.
"Mr. Weasley! Please be quiet!" Professor McGonagall's stern voice sounded again.
"That's just an alchemy product..." Iger twitched the corner of his mouth.
Soon, two giant dragons pulled the carriage and landed on the students. The 30-meter-long beast snorted around the carriage, and a dozen people walked out of the carriage. The leading teacher was Iger. acquaintance.
Iger was taken out by Professor McGonagall to be in charge of reception. Iger laughed when he saw the other party: "Long time no see, messenger of diabetes insipidus."
Yao Minqi's face turned black.
Iger was speaking Chinese, and the students behind Yao Minqi were looking at their leading teacher with strange expressions.
Diabetes insipidus messenger? What's so new about this?
"Shut up!" Yao Minqi gave Iger a vicious glance.
"Welcome, guests from the East from afar." Dumbledore happily looked at Yao Minqi and the others, and the two embraced.
"Thank you for your invitation, Professor Dumbledore..." Yao Minqi said in fluent English, "I hope we can have a good time communicating."
"To be honest, this is not my invitation..." Dumbledore blinked bluntly and smiled happily.
When Yao Minqi heard the words, she gave Iger a fierce look, and snorted a little angrily.
Until a group of students stared at Iger's horns and walked past him, Sirius leaned over to look at Yao Minqi's back and whistled.
"Leather pants? This girl is really hot..." Sirius smiled cheerfully: "The figure is also great..."
"You may not believe it, she didn't wear leather pants before, until she wet her pants once..." Iger exposed the short mercilessly.
"Oh... does she have any hidden illness?" Sirius was a little curious.
Iger shook his head a little embarrassedly: "No... It's because I gave her a force to vent..."
Sirius:"……"
How did this kid survive until now? Strength?
...
"As I said at the beginning of the school year, this year we will welcome a group of guests from the East. I am very happy that we can sit here and study the mysteries of Eastern and Western magic. Now, let's welcome Ms. Yao Minqi and Mrs. Yao Minqi from Kunlun Hall. The students she led."
Dumbledore stood in front of the auditorium and stretched out his hand. The door of the auditorium opened. Yao Minqi walked along with a girl with a delicate face who looked like thirteen or fourteen.
"Welcome, young teacher Dongfang." Dumbledore greeted Yao Minqi cheerfully and sat on the teacher's seat.
Immediately, the students from the four colleges below hurriedly invited the oriental students in the middle of the auditorium to take their places.
Iger couldn't help but feel a little emotional, Hogwarts is a good place, at least no one here will discriminate against other people's skin color, at most it is discrimination against other people's species...
The long and beautiful girl sat beside Iger, and then Iger's thigh hurt, she turned her head to look, Hermione was looking at herself with a smile, but unfortunately her smiling eyes were dull.
"Iger, what the **** is going on?" Hermione's hand was spinning on Iger's thigh, and the gentle voice sounded cold and biting to Iger.
"I don't know either dear...you have to believe me..." Iger hurriedly grabbed Hermione's little hand, but Ron next to him was about to faint with excitement.
From the very beginning, he has been using what Sirius taught him to the visiting students: a bad smile, he thinks it must be his bad smile that attracts this girl...
Ron was so excited that he couldn't help but turn his head and continue to look at the girl with a smirk.
"Is your face cramping?" The girl finally spoke, turning her head to look at Ron expressionlessly.
"What?" Ron couldn't understand Chinese, but the indifferent tone still made him subconsciously feel bad.
"She said, is your face cramping?" Iger grinned, looking at Ron across the girl and smiling.
"Oh...sorry..." Ron looked heartbroken...
"I'm more curious, why did you choose to sit here?" Iger looked at the girl curiously and asked in Chinese.
"Here... it smells like hot pot..." The girl smiled, and she smiled very nicely.
hot pot...
Hermione nodded slightly. She could understand Chinese. Thanks to Iger, she had always been interested in Chinese. Although she was not very fluent, she was still proficient.
"Which Gada are you from?" Hermione couldn't help but ask, Iger subconsciously felt bad.
As expected, the girl was stunned when she heard Hermione's words, and then burst out laughing, her unrestrained laughter attracted the attention of many people.
"Who taught you your Chinese?" The girl finally spoke English. To the surprise of several people, the girl spoke English fluently.
Hermione subconsciously pointed to Iger next to her.
"Northeastern dialect?" The girl raised her eyebrows.
"Ah... yes, I can speak Cantonese..." Iger nodded.
Hermione seemed to have reacted to something, and couldn't help pinching Iger's waist in embarrassment.
"Get to know me, my name is You Mengyu, I'm from Chongqing." The girl stretched out her hand and shook hands with Iger and the others: "I'm pure blood, but half of the blood of the Queen Mother of the West, what blood are you?"
Iger's mind moved, he felt that this was the real reason why the other party was sitting next to him, because he didn't look human...
"Uh... My name is Iger. In terms of bloodline... I am a devil, not a human..." Iger twitched the corners of his mouth: "This is my girlfriend Hermione, born in a lucky man, but she is the best grader here. Harry and Ron, if they didn't exist..."
Harry, Ron: "???"
"Nice to meet you!" You Mengyu shook Hermione's hand, and then shook Ron's hand with disgust, but it was much better when she held Harry's hand, and it seemed that she liked this black-haired boy very well.
"You have Ginny, bastard, let me tell you uuuuu..." Ron pinched Harry's collar and shook it hard, his voice extremely sad.
"I've heard of you, Iger." You Mengyu laughed: "Since we started school this year and returned to school, your name appeared at the gate of Jiange, the Quidditch pitch was refurbished, and the Hundred Birds Pavilion lost one. Phoenix, the entire school is now your legend..."
"Uh..." Iger was a little embarrassed: "I won the prize..."
"No, I'm not complimenting you..." You Mengyu said with a smile: "There is a lot of excitement in the academy, if you say you stay, that's all, the sword pavilion is occupied by you, the phoenix is taken away by you, and the students are very Not happy..."
"Sorry..." Iger was a little ashamed, how did he say he was like a bandit?
"It doesn't matter Anyway, I don't pay much attention to those things, Bainiao Pavilion has always been not welcoming me, it has nothing to do with me..." You Mengyu muttered.
"Why?" Iger was a little curious.
"Maybe it's because...I roasted a parrot?" You Mengyu looked a little unhappy.
Iger sighed, and the old man Jiang also said that he was a jerk. Isn't there a more jerk?
"Forget it, let's not talk about that, what's tonight's dinner? I smelled the hot pot in your place." You Mengyu sniffed.
Just as he was talking, plates of delicious dishes appeared on the table, and Iger noticed that there were a lot of Chinese stir-fries on every long table today.
A pair of chopsticks appeared in front of You Mengyu, the girl took a piece of boiled fish with the chopsticks and put it on the plate, then she narrowed her eyes slightly: "It's really delicious, the original Sichuan cuisine, this is your stove here. What did the lord do?"
"Stove Lord?"