Chapter 147: capable

Chapter 147: capable

A scream sounded, and on the long Slytherin table, a pale-blond girl covered her face angrily. Miss Malfoy rubbed her nose and looked angrily at the long Gryffindor table.

It was a very beautiful face, and even in terms of appearance alone, the girl Malfoy turned into was a bit prettier than Harley.

Not far from the long table, Greengrass looked at Malfoy with amazement in his eyes, and a group of students also looked at Malfoy in surprise.

From Harry to Miss Malfoy, the beauty of two transgender people makes girls doubt their lives.

Damn... who the **** is the girl?

The sound of several water balloons bursting sounded, and the water balloon that Fred threw exploded on the long table of Slytherin, immediately affecting several snakes who were eating dinner.

One after another screams sounded, and Malfoy pointed in the direction of the Gryffindor table and shouted in a high voice: "Kill them!"

Soon, Iger knew how many water balloons the twins had sold...

Although just a few days ago, Professor McGonagall listed it as a contraband, but at this moment, Iger still saw the long table of Slytherin, and the little snakes threw a water balloon over them.

"Damn, how much did you sell?" Iger turned his head and looked at the twins in surprise.

"emmm...probably..." Fred twitched the corners of his mouth: "More than two thousand..."

Iger's brain was running fast. One Galleon and four water balloons, two thousand is five hundred Galleons. That is to say, if one person has four, 500 of the 1,000 students at Hogwarts bought water balloons.

Although Iger told the twins not to care about Peter Pettigrew, just sell it, but that's too much...

Seeing that the water balloons were about to fly over on the Slytherin long table, a group of little lions immediately took out the water balloons from their arms.

On the Ravenclaw long table, the little eagles caught between the two academies were stunned, screaming and fleeing with their heads in their hands. The next second, the two long tables scuffled together.

You Mengyu took out her raincoat and sat on the long table to continue eating dinner. Hermione took out the box from Iger's arms and went in.

Fred and George's faces were full of excitement, and they kept shouting, throwing water balloons at random, and even Peeves heard the movement and rushed over, adding a fire to the chaotic auditorium.

"Damn... Iger, can you help me stop them?" Percy rushed in from the door angrily, constantly dodging the stray bullets flying in the air, and then looked at Iger earnestly.

"Be quiet!" Iger nodded and stood on the bench with a frown: "Be quiet!"

Snapped!

I don't know where a water balloon flew out and hit Iger's face. Iger's jet-black hair suddenly fell down wetly, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

"Oh..." Percy immediately covered his mouth in horror, staring at his eyes and sucking in the cold air: "You... Are you okay, Iger?"

"Ahhh! Who is who is who!" Iger roared, grabbed the water balloon in Neville's hand and joined the melee.

Percy: "..."

There was already a chaotic battle in the auditorium. Boys and girls with different appearances were smashing water balloons everywhere in the auditorium. There were many large animals in the crowd. Neville was screaming and being attacked by a big ox. Chasing, and even Percy saw several black and white bears that he had never seen before, and the entire auditorium was as chaotic as a rioting zoo.

"quiet--"

In the midst of the chaos, a voice resembling a Hong Zhong and Da Lu echoed in the auditorium. The students suddenly stopped their movements and turned to look at the entrance of the auditorium.

Dumbledore was happily watching the chaos in the auditorium, and behind him was Professor McGonagall with a black line.

"It's good to be young..." Dumbledore's cheerful voice sounded, and it was the same mantra that has remained unchanged for thousands of years: "Interesting spring water... But I think that in this coming winter season, what we need should be a little warmth and warmth. Not icy cold water."

"Ahhhh..." Neville screamed miserably, and was thrown from the horn by a scalper.

"It looks like your dinner should be finished." Dumbledore glanced at the four long tables in a mess: "If there is no follow-up, I think you should line up to go to Madam Pomfrey's place to beg for removal. Evil medicine, by the way, I also want to tell you that the number of evil medicine in the infirmary is limited, if it is late, you can only ask your potions professor to ask for it."

The students were stunned for a moment when they heard the words, and the next second they rushed out of the auditorium, rushing towards the infirmary.

Iger patted the wet body casually, and a warm whirlwind blew across his body, making the wet clothes dry again.

"I'm sorry professor..." Iger spread his hands.

"I originally thought you wouldn't mess with Mr Morrissey together." Professor McGonagall looked angry, sniffling constantly, staring at Iger sternly.

"Yeah, I did... but there was a little accident." Iger grinned awkwardly.

He suddenly hated this magic immune physique. It would be great if he could rush to the infirmary like everyone else at this time, so as not to be reprimanded by Professor McGonagall here.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't seem to want to get to the bottom of it. The older cat girl originally wanted to deduct 50 points from each college, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it was meaningless. In the end, she had to give up. She just warned the twins once again and left angrily. .

"It's a pity... it's rare to have such an interesting group activity."

At night, in the Gryffindor Tower, Fred muttered sadly.

"Is that a collective activity?" Iger twitched the corner of his mouth: "Is that called a riot?"

"Don't pay attention to those details." George waved his hands with a smile: "Thanks to Drowning Spring, our funds were recovered very quickly. Did you receive a letter from Remus? He said he found it at a fork in Diagon Alley. I found a nice shop, and the whole thing is just over 500 Galleons.”

"It doesn't matter, to me, money is just a number." Iger pretended to be coercive in a low-key manner.

"Listen, is this human?" Fred pointed at Iger.

"He wasn't a human at all." George added a knife.

Iger felt a bit of a toothache. Although it was true, why did he always want to hit people?

Ignoring the two twins who were talking cross talk like crazy, Iger turned around and went back to the dormitory. Hermione was holding a book and looking at it. The dim light was shining on the beautiful face of the little girl. Iger couldn't help but feel a little sad. swing.

"What's wrong?" Hermione blushed a little after noticing Iger's gaze.

Ai Ge silently took off his robe, and then shouted: "Eight-door Dunjia, fine door, open!"

Immediately, in the dazed eyes of the little girl, she jumped up...

Soon, Iger understood a truth.

Bamen Dunjia is worthy of the forbidden art of Konoha, and it really hurts the body after using it for a long time...

...

Perhaps it was too rainy and rainy before, and the time has entered the November season, and the whole of Scotland seems to have become dry. Although the air is still a bit cold, it has lost the annoying dampness and coldness before.

A black cat squatted on the roof of the castle and watched the newly enrolled students take flight lessons below. Iger was very satisfied.

In recent schools, people seem to have found the way of life that works best for them.

Sirius would try to ask Yao Minqi to do something every day. Harry would pour himself a bucket of water before every Potions class, and change his personality to divert Snape's attention. Now the Potions class is starting to change gradually. It was peaceful and beautiful, and Snape, who was originally disgusting in the eyes of the students, seemed to be reconciled.

It was November, and the incident of Peter Pettigrew's prison escape, which had caused a lot of uproar, gradually subsided, and Fudge's original idea of ​​adding some dementors to Hogwarts was also "rejected" by Iger.

Iger didn't really care about whether Peter Pettigrew would come to save Voldemort. Anyway, Voldemort would have to be resurrected sooner or later.

Anyway, sooner or later, he will be killed...

But Iger doesn't care about these things, he cares more about who released Peter Pettigrew.

I don't know why, Iger always felt that the other party didn't seem to be malicious, otherwise he wouldn't simply release a petite star Peter.

But what is the other party's purpose? Is it really for Voldemort?

Iger shook his head. He always felt that people's attention was not right. When he thought of Peter Pettigrew, he immediately thought that the other party was trying to save Voldemort, but Iger always felt a little inconsistent.

Leaning on the top of the castle tower, Iger stretched his waist comfortably.

Ever since Animagus turned into a cat, Iger felt more and more lazy.

After becoming a demon, Iger also found some interesting changes in his body.

For example, casting spells is more handy, and even Iger thinks that it is not so much handy, but rather a little bit of what he wants, and he always feels that there is still a lot of ability in this body that has not been discovered by himself.

Intuition tells Iger that it is an extremely powerful and vast ability.

But what's the use of that? The old man is invincible.

Looking a little boringly into the distance, the black cat flapped its tail and hummed a song.

How invincible is how lonely...

"Iger..."

Dumbledore's voice rang in Iger's ear, the fluffy cat's ears trembled, and Iger appeared in the principal's room in an instant.

In the principal's room, Fox was looking at Iger on the astronomical observatory on the roof, looking a little guilty, while Dumbledore was happily reading a letter.

On the letter is the logo of a fire phoenix, and several Chinese characters of dragon flying and phoenix dance: Kunlun Hall.

"What's the matter?" The black cat man stood up, and Iger leaned against the soft chair.

"Have you heard of the Triwizard Tournament?" Dumbledore looked at Iger.

"Kunlun Hall wants to participate?" Iger grinned and guessed the cause and effect of the incident.

"That's it..." Dumbledore nodded: "Do you have any ideas?"

"Isn't this very good?" Iger laughed: "What Mr. Jiang wants is nothing more than to increase the influence of Kunlun Hall in the international magic circle, and the purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to compete and exchange, without conflict, it can be brought Get on them."

"I thought so too, but the Ministry of Magic proposed to restart the Triwizard Tournament, but it was rejected by the two principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang."

"Why?" Iger frowned, this is not right, it stands to reason that they should rush over to the game...

"Maybe it's because of you... You know, Karkaroff was scared by you, and Madam Maxime thinks it's unfair for other schools to have you attending." Dumbledore laughed cheerfully. Seems a little proud.

"So... the Ministry of Magic wants to do this game, for their influence, you want to do this game, and for Hogwarts' influence, the two schools actually want to play too, but because of my The reason why I don't dare to participate...Is that so?" Iger pinched his chin and thought.

"That's about it." Dumbledore said with a smile, like you were really smart.

Iger narrowed his eyes slightly: "So they want you to come and do my work... Ah stinky old man, tell me! How much benefit did you receive?"

Dumbledore felt a moment of myocardial infarction.

Did this kid lose money, why did he make up for it?

"It doesn't take any advantage..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "I know you don't particularly like money, you just like to join in the fun, so... If you don't participate in the competition, I can arrange a more suitable job for you. "

"What work?" Iger was stunned.

"How about the referee?" Dumbledore laughed.

"become!"

In this way, the evil PY transaction was settled between the two of them in a few words.

At the same time, a letter was sent from Dumbledore.

"I have told them that there will be one more rule for participating in the competition this year..." Dumbledore rambled.

"What? Afraid of me going back on my word?" Iger pouted.

"No, I'm afraid they won't be at ease." Dumbledore looked at Iger and blinked: "One more thing is... only humans can participate in the game..."

Damn it, it **** off the old man.

Iger watched Dumbledore wink, and then became furious.

"What's the matter? What? Are you going to engage in racial discrimination? I never imagined that, old man, you have big eyebrows and big eyes to do such a thing!" Iger yelled angrily: "You have the ability to run the game, You have the ability to let me participate!"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly and let Iger continue to be a demon in the office.

old man... can't beat...

"I thought the most serious racial discrimination in the world should be fifty-six ethnic groups fifty-five plus points, but I didn't expect you to be more than them! Are you calling me not a human being? Isn't it? You speak..."

After saying goodbye to Iger, Dumbledore slumped on the chair with a wry smile and shook his head: "Am I getting old?"

"Hum...the beard is full." Phineas never missed any opportunity to attack Dumbledore.

"Perhaps you should leave the opportunity to young people." Chubby Dai Lisi laughed.

"To be fair, I think Iger's kid is pretty good." Slytherin said with his arms crossed.

"Yeah, if he becomes the headmaster, within three days, the school rules set by us people will become a dead letter..." Phineas' sense of Iger was not as good as Dumbledore's, and then he turned his head to look at Dumbledore. Lido laughed loudly: "Who told me he didn't have a tail?"

Dumbledore: "..."

This guy is so annoying, let's find a chance to burn his portrait...