Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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"Balbo tubers..."

When a group of students came to Greenhouse No. 3, Professor Sprout was happily moving out a lot of strange plants that looked like slugs: "You need to squeeze it with your hands to collect its thick water..."

"Uh..." Ron looked at the basin in front of him with disgust, as if Professor Sprout didn't ask them to squeeze the pus, but let them swallow the sticky thing.

"This stuff is of great value, don't waste it, listen, you're going to collect concentrated water in these bottles. Wear your dragonhide gloves, undiluted balbo tuber water can be very damaging to your skin. big damage."

"I don't know why..." Iger squeezed a piece of Babo tuber in his hand with leather gloves: "Although it looks disgusting, it has a strange satisfaction."

Saying that, Iger changed his gestures, and Hermione blushed suddenly.

"Pfft..."

Every time a bulge burst, it spewed out a thick plume of greenish-yellow liquid and gave off a pungent smell of gasoline.

Iger sniffed slightly, can this thing replace gasoline?

If possible, it is a green and pollution-free new energy source!

What more electric car? How good it is to directly dilute this thing as an energy source.

Also for those who love the burning of gasoline and the roar of their engines...

new energy?

As a firm gearbox controller, all automatic transmission cars and gearless motorcycles are heretical in Iger's opinion!

Before I knew it, when the get out of class was over, Iger had squeezed out several large bottles of pus...

Hermione looked at Iger's sticky dragonskin gloves, and propped her chest in a concealed movement.

Shouldn't it be... Is it a matter of feel?

"Ms. Pomfrey should be happy now." Professor Sprout smiled cheerfully and plugged the last bottle with a stopper: "The pus from Babo's tuber is the best medicine for stubborn acne. This stops students from using stimulation to get rid of their pimples."

"I don't understand very well..." Iger smiled softly: "Don't talk about acne, I haven't even grown freckles..."

When the voice fell, most of the people in the class turned dark.

The darkest is Ron...

I have to say that the British are the most prone to freckles among Europeans and Americans. Even people with white faces will have some freckles if they look carefully.

Iger, Harry, and Dean were the few people in the class who didn't have freckles, and even Hermione had freckles more or less.

Of course, Dean is black and that doesn't count...

Stuff like freckles no one will notice unless there's a lump on his face...

"Like poor Heloise Midgen..." Hannah Abbott whispered. "She wants to spell the pimple out."

"Silly girl." Professor Sprout shook his head. "But Madam Pomfrey finally put her nose up again."

"It's just freckles, do you want to be so scary..." Iger smacked his lips.

Nose wiped off?

What does that girl have to do with Voldemort?

The deep and deep bell rang through the damp hillside and came from the direction of the castle.

The Hufflepuffs are heading to Transfiguration, and the Gryffindor puppies are heading to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Iger looked in the direction of Hagrid's hut. Emily was riding around Buckbeak leisurely. Iger wondered if Hagrid wanted to teach the students the characteristics of vampires.

To be honest, Iger didn't really want Emily to get in touch with the students of the school too early. He wouldn't forget Emily's attack that seemed like a twinkling technique and a strange force, and he threw himself on the wall in just one second.

If this little **** Draco goes up to tease and tease...

But fortunately, Emily is still relatively good at communicating.

Hagrid stood outside the door of the hut, holding the cowardly dog ​​Fangya in his hand. There were several open wooden boxes on the ground beside his feet. Fangya whined and struggled hard. very curious.

As the crowd approached, a strange rattling sound came into the ears of the students, mixed with faint explosions from time to time.

"Good morning!" Brother Hao looked at the crowd with a smile: "It's best to wait for the Slytherin students, they definitely don't want to miss this--blow-tailed snails!"

"Ohsh*t..." Iger couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

In the end, it still appeared, this **** strange species...

Ron blinked: "What?"

Hagrid pointed to the box at his feet.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown seemed to have seen something, and suddenly jumped back with a scream.

Iger nodded in approval. Through the gap in the box, Iger saw the strange species-like a deformed and shelled lobster, but it was gray and sticky. It looks like there is no appetite at all.

The most important thing is that there are seven or eight slender feet under the thing. Iger's scalp is numb, not to mention, the more than 100 fried tail snails in the box also exude a stench like rotten fish and shrimp. taste…

"It's just hatched, you can raise it yourself, we can start a big project!" Hagrid said proudly and loudly.

"Are you sure?" From a distance, the Slytherin students came over. Draco didn't restrain his disgusted expression at all, not only disgust, but also disgust. He stared straight at the bomb in the box. Tail snail: "Why do we raise it, what can it do? What's the use?"

Hagrid seemed to be stopped by the question, he thought desperately, and then said gruffly: "Okay, that's the content of the next lesson, you just feed it today, and feed them a few different kinds of food. Food - I haven't raised them before, and I'm not sure what they like to eat. I prepared ant eggs, frog livers, and green snakes, and I tried everything to see if they would eat it."

"First the pus, then this." Seamus whispered.

Iger narrowed his eyes, then looked at Hagrid seriously: "Hagrid, you must know that the Ministry of Magic strictly prohibits the cultivation of new magical species, let alone hundreds! This is a felony!"

Hagrid's face froze suddenly, and he looked at Iger with some pleading: "Oh, you are right about Iger, but they are too cute..."

Iger's eyes twitched, he didn't see how cute these things were.

Do you have any misunderstandings about cuteness?

"But you don't even know what they eat~www.readwn.com~ what kind of living habits, sorry Hagrid, we can't joke about the safety of the students." Iger's face was serious: "But I can get a few first. Go get tested, if you can, teach them, if not, then you have to stop."

Hagrid's eyes were lost, but he knew Iger was right.

He doesn't even know what these little things eat...

"Thank God..." A group of students breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh... well." Hagrid looked lost. "Since that's the case, I'll show you some new friends in the Forbidden Forest in this lesson."

Iger nodded, he knew that Hagrid was talking about Emily, not the fire dragons...

Grabbing the three bomb-tailed snails and stuffing them into his arms, Iger's figure disappeared in place with a snap.

The next second, Iger appeared in the kitchen, and as soon as he appeared, Iger threw the three fried tail snails on the long table in the kitchen: "Okay my dears, help me see if this thing can be eaten or not. If so...how can it be delicious..."