Chapter 129: cut
"What is that?" Iger was a little curious: "Our dishes here are all made by house elves. When I came back from China, I bought a lot of recipes in the bookstore..."
"Oh... elf, poor slave class..." You Mengyu muttered, but didn't stop the chopsticks in her hand.
"Really? Right? Are they pitiful?" Hermione looked at You Mengyu eagerly as if she had found a confidant.
"Ah... it's okay, the weak eat the strong..." You Mengyu noticed Hermione's gaze and quickly corrected her tone.
"Oh..." Hermione was very lost.
"The Kitchen Lord is... a little creature similar to a house-elf, about 20 centimeters tall, living in groups, looking like a human old man and an old lady, not the kind of myths and legends... but many people believe them It can bring good luck." You Mengyu said.
"Generally, the Kitchen Lord will only be born in an old house that is more than 100 years old, and there must be a wizard living there. Under the long-term magic fluctuation, the Kitchen Lord will be born in these houses... But it is said that sometimes it will be born in the coastal areas. Miss Tianluo, these two are 5-star protected creatures in China, not because they are strong, but because it is illegal to abuse them..."
"Like the Golden Snitch?" Hermione was a little curious.
"Isn't the Golden Snitch a ball?" Ron muttered.
"No, the golden snitch is a kind of bird. The golden snitch used in the very first Quidditch game was actually that kind of bird, but it was hunted by humans because its eyes and feathers were too precious, so this rule was later cancelled. Started using the current ball." When it comes to Quidditch, Harry can name the flower, no one knows more about Quidditch from its origins to its evolution...
"Yes, it's that nature..." You Mengyu said, "Since he was born, Lord Kitchen has helped the master cook and clean up the house every day, so Lord Kitchen allows buying and selling, but not killing and abuse."
"So when I was in Jiange, the kitchen lord was the one who cleaned the house and cooked for me every day?" Iger smacked the palm of his hand a little: "I thought it was a elf..."
"Yes, every room in Kunlun Hall has a kitchen lord, but they were all bought when the school was founded. Every night in the early hours of the morning, they would go to the vegetable garden and butcher shop to pick fresh vegetables and freshly slaughtered meat. You Mengyu laughed, and then looked at the teacher's chair with a probing head. After noticing that Yao Minqi's eyes were not on this side, she whispered, "When I came, I brought the stuff from my room..."
Iger: "..."
"I'm more curious, where are we staying tonight?" You Mengyu turned to look at Iger.
"Don't you live in a carriage?" Iger was a little puzzled.
"When we came, our principal said that coming here is like coming to our own home. You're welcome, someone will settle everything for us." You Mengyu looked at Iger: "Is the old man talking about you?"
Iger blinked his eyes and laughed dryly, old man, you are really welcome: "If there is no accident, it should be me..."
"That's great, where do we live?" You Mengyu laughed.
"You can sleep in my room." Hermione said with a smile. Thanks to Iger, Hermione also lived in a single room. Since she and Parvati got along badly...
"Is it okay? I'm a Lara..." You Mengyu looked at Hermione with a wicked smile.
"Ah, it's fine... I don't live in the dormitory..." Hermione didn't discriminate against You Mengyu's orientation at all. To be fair, didn't she always fantasize about Elsa taking a shower?
"Wait, your conversation is too informative, let me slow down..." Ron rubbed his head blankly.
As soon as the dinner party was over, Iger hurriedly greeted the elves to arrange accommodation for the new classmates. A dozen people lived in different colleges, while Yao Minqi was placed in the empty room next to Sirius' office.
One of the two taught Defense Against the Dark Arts and the other taught Guardian. Iger felt that the two should be able to get along better.
Of course, that's just what he thought...
"I heard that you peed your pants when you and Iger were fighting?" Sirius greeted his new neighbor cheerfully at night.
Snapped…
Early next morning…
"Huh? Sirius, what's wrong with your face?" Harry looked at Sirius' swollen face in surprise.
"Like being punched..." Ron added the knife casually.
"I accidentally hit the wall when I fell..." Sirius muttered vaguely.
"Really? Are you really careless, are you going to see Madam Pomfrey?" Harry looked at his godfather with concern.
Forget it, she will see it...
Sirius still refuses the godson's kindness...
Iger and Hermione are discussing a weekend trip to Hogsmeade.
Iger felt that Harry had to thank himself, otherwise it would be Harry's turn to think about going to Hogsmeade.
"Don't forget, gentlemen, before Halloween, remember to hand in all your application forms, otherwise you won't be able to go." Professor McGonagall glanced at Neville, and Neville's face instantly turned white.
"Sorry professor, I forgot where I put my application form." Neville said aggrievedly.
"Your grandma mailed the application form directly to me, don't worry, Mr. Longbottom." Professor McGonagall's words made Neville heave a sigh of relief.
"Damn, has your memory been so bad all the time?" Iger looked at Neville with some puzzlement: "So what do you think about every day?"
"Uh... the habits of herbs..." Neville smiled a little embarrassedly.
"shi...t..." Iger rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"I think Neville is so great. It's better than those guys who remember everything but have a messy grade, don't they?" Hermione comforted Neville and turned her head to Harry and Ron.
"Don't be yin and yang, you should tell Iger what you said." Ron was suddenly dissatisfied and shouted.
"My grades are better than yours." Iger spread his hands.
"You copied that!" Harry corrected.
"Yeah, I copied it, but I copied it based on my ability..." Iger grinned.
"Damn, this guy is so shameless..." Ron muttered.
"If I copied it, Snape would probably chop off my head and air-dry it on the wall of the castle gate, killing the chickens and showing the monkeys..." Harry sighed.
"Morning..." You Mengyu sat beside Iger with her messy hair, turned her head and looked around: "Is it so lively here every morning?"
"No, it's because we can go to Hogsmeade this weekend." Hermione explained happily.
"Hogsmeade... what is it?" A dull hair popped up on You Mengyu's head.
"It's a wizarding village. The whole village is full of wizards and there are no Muggles. This is the only wizarding village in the UK." Ron explained excitedly: "Isn't it great?"
"Wow... that's great..." You Mengyu shrugged, her face full of perfunctory: "There are twenty-eight villages like China..."
Hmm, this guy is so annoying...
Ron turned around angrily, thinking subconsciously, if it wasn't for that pretty face, I wouldn't pay attention to her...
"By the way..." Iger turned to look at You Mengyu: "Can you go? We need the signature of a parent or guardian..."
You Mengyu ate the fried egg and waved her hand carelessly: "It's okay, the principal said, you can settle anything..."
Iger: "..."
Should I find a tour guide for you?
"Do all the people you come here speak English?" Iger was a little curious.
"Yeah, it will, because Western magic has been infiltrating our place for many years, so many wizards will learn English or Greek or Latin, in order to give their own inheritance." You Mengyu nodded.
Iger nodded suddenly, as old man Jiang had said before.
Suddenly, a loud noise came, and Iger and the others turned their heads to look. In the mid-air of the Slytherin long table, a flying sword was flying swishly.
Perhaps because of the limelight, the little snakes in Slytherin looked extremely proud, looking around with their heads held high like little roosters.
The flying sword was constantly circling in mid-air, and swishly received a scabbard that looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. The boy smiled and pretended to be inexplicable...
"Who is that?" Ron frowned and looked at the boy: "It looks like Malfoy's vision two years ago, which is disgusting."
"His name is Bian He, and he is not very popular in our school. He has been forming gangs in the school, and he is quite capable, but those who are really capable are reluctant to pay attention to him..." You Mengyu mumbled without shyness. It's as if it's not surprising.
"Bian He! Don't play with your flying sword in the auditorium. I remember I told you before I came." Yao Minqi, who had just entered the auditorium, immediately scolded.
"I know..." Bian He snorted, and then glanced in the direction of Iger: "I heard that someone lived in the Jiange, I wonder if you dare to ask for advice?"
Iger: "???"
Can this also involve labor?
By the way, isn't this a fantasy magic world? Why are you still forcing me to stage a show of pretending to be slapped in the face?
Over the top, right?
"Is he provoking Iger?" Malfoy glanced suspiciously at a little skinny man beside him.
"It seems..." The little skinny nodded.
The air was silent for a moment, and then the students around Bian He suddenly dispersed and disappeared without a trace.
Bian He's face was ugly. Looking at the reactions of the students around him, he suddenly felt like a clown.
"The Bian family has been guarding the northwest region of our country, where the folk customs are sturdy, and he is indeed a bit talented, so he has always been very arrogant..." You Mengyu muttered: "Anyway, I am annoying him..."
"Oh..." Iger suddenly turned around and continued to eat.
"Are you afraid?" Bian He shouted and looked at Iger: "If you are afraid, wipe your name from the gate of Jiange, what are you pretending to be?"
Iger was a little annoyed. I did my best to arrange food, drink and fun for you. It’s okay if you don’t appreciate it, and you even came to provoke me?
A soft little hand gently held Iger's hand, Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Iger, her eyes a little worried: "Don't kill me..."
Iger: "..."
What happened to each of you? I'm about to pretend, can you be serious?
"Okay, what do you want?" Iger turned his head to look at Bian He and smiled, but no matter how he looked in his eyes, there was a feeling that you were going to die...
"Since you live in Jiange, we are better than Yu Jian." Bian He was very annoyed.
Jiange is the dream that every pretentious boy has when he comes to Kunlun Hall. It seems that if you enter the Jiange, you can become the CEO, marry Bai Fumei, and go to the pinnacle of life...
As a result, he was suddenly beaten by a young man from a foreign country, and then he patted his **** and ran away. This is what Bian He could not bear. This time, Bian He came to the UK for the very simple purpose of challenging Iger.
"Okay..." Iger nodded, the door of the auditorium was suddenly slammed open, and a golden staff flew behind Iger: "How?"
"It's like speed and strength, the speed of the sword, and the application of attacking techniques, can you?" Bian He folded his arms and raised his chin with a proud look on his face.
"It's up to you." Iger nodded.
As Iger's voice fell, the auditorium suddenly fell into a commotion.
No one came out to stop anything, Yao Minqi wanted to open her mouth to stop it, but after seeing Bian He's confident expression, she could only sigh helplessly.
Maybe hitting the nails is a good thing for him?
As for the professors and students at Hogwarts, they are happy to see it. After all, no one has provoked Iger for a long time, and they almost forgot what Iger looked like when he cast spells.
In the past, the professors might be able to compare and exchange spellcasting experience with Iger, but as Iger grew older, this kind of thing became inexplicably dangerous. Now that some people are willing to come forward, the professors are still very happy...
Like Snape...
He still doesn't know how his disciple's strength is progressing.
He didn't dare to say, he didn't dare to ask...
The students filed out from the gate of the castle, and the crowd was crowded all the way to the Black Lake.
Yao Minqi flew to the other side of the Black Lake on a broom, forming two dirt walls on the ground, and then flew back on a broom.
"There are two earth walls on the other side of the lake. I think you have seen them all." Yao Minqi looked at the two and said, "This earth wall is very strong. Destroy it to a great extent, and then return the blade to its sheath, I will compare the speed and power of the two of you to ride the sword, understand?"
"Hmph...Understood..." Bian He sneered, turned his head and glanced at Iger lightly: "I don't count on the power, I hope the speed of your sword can give me a high look."
"Hmmmm, as you wish..." Iger nodded speechlessly, very helpless.
Turning his head and taking a look, Dumbledore's white beard was looming in the crowd, and Iger grinned. It seems that old man Deng is also very curious about Dongfang's magic...
"Since that's the case, I'll call the preparations to start, and you can take action, understand?" Yao Minqi glanced at the two of them and said.
"Understood..." Iger nodded and grabbed the staff behind him: "Ravenclaw..."
A golden sword in the staff suddenly appeared in Iger's hand, and Bian He, who was beside him, looked at the slender sword and sneered: "It's flashy..."
"Let's talk when you win..." Iger didn't even want to pay attention to him anymore. He always had a sense of shame to bully children and pretend to be coercive. Maybe this is human growth?
Before I knew it, I had passed the age of the second year... Iger was quite emotional.
"Alright then... get ready!" Yao Minqi stood behind the two of them and paused lightly, "Start!"
Bian He took out his saber and then a white light flashed in front of him, and he suddenly felt that the whole world seemed to be illuminated dazzlingly. The sound of the sonic boom sounded, and his eyes widened, Iger's eyes widened in anger, and he picked up the sword art like a **** demon.
"cut!!!!!"
There was another bang, and the sky seemed to be raining heavily. Bian He turned his head a little stiffly, and a silver light on the lake disappeared in the distance in an instant. Where the white light passed, waves of more than ten meters high were set off layer by layer.
boom…
A small hill in the distance was suddenly pierced by a big hole by the white light. The next moment, the sound of the sonic boom sounded again, and the white light flew back to Iger's scabbard in an instant, and the lake surface once again raised layers of waves.
On the shore, thousands of students were drenched in water by the falling water, but no one spoke. They just stared at the mountain bag in the distance with their mouths wide open.
On that day, people finally recalled... the horror once dominated by Iger...