Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"There are results?" Iger's expression became even weirder.

"That's a very smart woman..." Aisha narrowed her eyes slightly: "First, Professor Snape came up to talk to her because her clothes were dirty, and helped to wash the clothes, and then when Snape looked at Anna for the second time, I talked a lot with Professor Snape on the subject of Anna, and stayed by Snape's side through these trivial things..."

Iger looked at Aisha in disbelief: "Are you kidding me?"

"No, didn't you smell the laundry detergent at home? Professor Snape's clothes have been washed by Leah recently, and she seems to get used to it without knowing it." Aisha whispered, and turned on the red The padded jacket hugged Iger into the clothes.

Feeling the warm and fragrant breath beside him, Iger squinted his eyes and sniffed intoxicated.

Habit is a terrible thing.

Even Snape, who is so unkind, ungrateful, dead-faced, dark, and perverted, can get used to a person's love unconsciously. The habit is really terrible, and Iger can't help feeling a little bit emotional.

"I heard that you are going to practice controlling Moran?" Aisha asked with a smile, gently stroking Iger's cheek.

"Yes, although I really don't want to..." Iger yawned, with sleepy tears in the corner of his eyes.

Old Dengtou, does this count as child labor?

"Professor Dumbledore is doing it for your own good. If you successfully control Moran, you will have no risk in the future." Aisha said softly, and then as if thinking of something, she took out a Xiaobaozi: "I remember that you like Chinese culture very much, right? I asked you for a blessing of peace. It was sold to me by an oriental wizard. It is said to be very effective."

Iger was stunned, reached out to take the small red bag, opened the bag, and inside was a card of a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion. The man was dressed in a red robe and looked beaming. He arched his hands towards Iger on the card.

Could it be that I was a fake Chinese in my previous life? Does Ping An Fu draw the God of Wealth?

Seeing the gentle expression on Aisha's face, Iger couldn't bear to tell her that she was cheated after all, so he silently put away the Ping An Fu, and Iger gave Aisha a big smile.

"Thank you, Elsa..."

Nesting quietly in Aisha's arms, Iger suddenly felt that whether it was good to catch Voldemort or control Momoran, he suddenly didn't reject it. For such a long life, he still has a long time to be with the one he loves. It doesn't matter if you think about catching a rare beast or something.

"Where do you live tonight?" Iger raised his head and whispered in Aisha's ear.

Aisha giggled as she looked at Iger's expressionless face: "I sleep in Hermione's room, so don't think about it."

Sighing deeply, Iger felt that he was still too young.

If she is a few years older, there is no need to ask Aisha, just pick her up and run away.

It's a pity that I don't have many aging agents here, and I feed them to Fox, and I don't know what happened to that stinky bird.

"I poked the basilisk blind this morning." Iger showed off to Aisha with some excitement.

Aisha looked at Iger curiously: "How does it feel? The secret room left by Slytherin in the legend..."

"Can you imagine an old man with a huge sausage in his mouth? The one with blood..." Iger smacked his lips: "I'm afraid he has some strange hobby..."

Aisha leaned forward and back with a smile, and gently pushed Iger: "Don't be unreasonable to the dead, your castle originally belonged to others."

"What I got in exchange for my ability is mine." Iger said with a deadpan face, not taking it seriously at all.

Iger believes that I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone.

Money can be spent as you like, but you must also have the ability to gather money.

As for how to 'return the money', Li Bai didn't say.

Iger doesn't intend to ask, money is money, you don't care how he gets it...

Iger took Aisha to the secret room to visit his achievements, bragging about how brave and fearless he was along the way, and he was short of the hard anal basilisk with his cheeks.

As for a certain stupid bird that burned itself silently, it was selectively forgotten by Iger.

Aisha looked at the basilisk bound into an M shape in mid-air in the secret room with a little emotion: "You are really getting stronger..."

"No, I don't think you realize how strong I am. I'd like to have an in-depth discussion with you about what it means to be strong..." Iger muttered, smiling very ripplingly.

"It's not serious..." Aisha rubbed Iger's hair dumbfounded, her face flushed slightly: "I'm getting greedy..."

"Someone once said: dissatisfaction is an upward gear. So I think greed is not the original sin." Iger spread his hands with a smile.

Aisha giggled and pinched Iger's chin: "Who said that?"

"Zhou Shuren said..." Iger smacked his lips and spoke Chinese.

"Zhou Shuren?" Aisha read these Chinese characters with a bit of a mouthful: "Who is it?"

"I think he should be a philosopher, because what he said is always thought-provoking, although some words are not sure whether he said it..." Iger didn't explain too much, dragged Aisha around and fell asleep The secret room of the millennium.

"I originally wanted to sell these snake-carved stone pillars, but I thought about it. If I sold the pillars and the secret room collapsed, I would lose the most, because I think selling tickets for visiting the secret chamber should be more expensive than selling stone pillars." There is a profit..."

Rubbling on and on, Ai Ge fiddled with the facilities in the secret room.

Aisha is very busy with Auror work on weekdays, and it is rare to come here once. Iger is unconsciously a little excited, explaining to Aisha like a proud little rooster.

"What's in the statue's mouth?" Aisha looked at the Slytherin statue curiously.

"It's dark, it's a den of basilisks. Fox told me that it stinks inside, and Slytherin may have bad breath..." Iger muttered, "I've searched the entire secret room for a long time and haven't found anything else... "

"So, there is only one basilisk in the secret room? This guy is really big..." Aisha looked at the basilisk in front of him with some surprise. I have a deep memory of the taste of Iger.

The two of them didn't stay in the secret room too much, they just took a rough look and left. Iger took Aisha and forcibly disapparated to his room, and smiled profligately while enduring his dizziness.

"What are you going to do?" Aisha looked at Iger with a smile on her face.

Iger smiled and rubbed his hands: "You know, I will practice controlling Moran tomorrow, this kind of thing is very dangerous, just in case..."

"It's okay, I'm not worried, you're so good, I think there must be no danger." Aisha didn't give Iger a chance to make trouble, she just waved her hands and turned to leave the dormitory. Sighed disappointed.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep. If Aisha is unwilling to cooperate, then Iger can only be a whip...too long, Wangyang...sigh...

Throughout the afternoon, Iger stuck to Aisha's side, hoping that the big beauty around him would change his mind. Maybe when she was happy, he would be out of the category of broiler chicken.

But it's a pity that Aisha's position is very firm, and Iger has no chance of succeeding.

Malfoy looked at Iger licking a dog around Aisha, with a dazed expression.

Is this what Iger said... L·D?