"What are your plans for the afternoon?" Iger turned his head to look at the group, avoiding Snape's gaze, who had just turned Harley back into Harry.

Iger didn't even have to look at him to know that Snape's expression must be terrible.

Will this guy study styling potions? Casting Harry as Harley?

Pinching his chin slightly, Iger was deeply skeptical.

"I... Going to Duke Honey. Hermione looked tentatively at Egg.

Egg tilted his head and sighed weakly: "Okay, I'll accompany you... Damn, I hate sweets. ”

"We're going to three broomsticks, I'm going to have a butterbeer, and Ron seems to have some interest in which single proprietress is there." Harry muttered.

"I don't." Ron's face flushed, and the twins burst out laughing.

"Oh... Little Ronnie must be too lacking in maternal love, we should write to inform my mother and ask her to give you more love. Fred said lazily.

"I... No! Ron gritted his teeth and snorted, the knife in his hand thrust the steak hard, as if he had some deep hatred for the steak: "Don't talk nonsense about Harry..."

He still had some lingering thoughts about why Harry wasn't Harry.

"Maybe you should try drowning in the spring, too? Self-absorbed? George laughed wickedly.

"Professor McGonagall just made that thing forbidden!" Hermione couldn't help but remind.

"yes, but it's just a violation of the school rules." Fred said happily, "What does it matter? Rules are meant to be broken, such as being on a team..."

"Okay, I don't care about you anymore." Hermione flicked her unkempt hair in annoyance, and Egg couldn't help but laugh evilly.

Just like there are only zero and countless times in women's clothing, there are some things that once they have set a precedent, there is no way to pretend that nothing happened.

In the afternoon, at the Three Broom Bar, Iger held a glass of flame whiskey and drank it slowly, quietly watching the sleet ghost weather outside the window.

On the soft chair next to her, Hermione was sharing the full candy in front of her with Yu Mengyu.

At the long table not far away, Sirius looked a little distracted.

"You have something on your mind, uncle." Iger turned his head to look.

Sirius was a little stunned, and then smiled helplessly: "I just want to kill that guy, but I don't know where he is." ”

"Why don't you open the school gate and let him in? Catching a turtle in an urn? Egg grinned.

"No, it's too dangerous for the students." Sirius shook his head: "Don't forget, that guy killed more than a dozen people with an explosion spell, although he is a little timid, but he still has some strength." ”

"Then don't think about it, Britain says it's not big, it's not small, and it's too difficult to find a mouse in such a large area now." Egger shook his head: "Besides, your current status is not suitable for this kind of thing anymore, just teach at the school with peace of mind." ”

"Iger is right, Sirius." Harry turned his head to look at his godfather, "He deserves to die, but you shouldn't be doing it." ”

"Well, Egg killed so many people, and he wasn't the only one missing—" Ron muttered.

Egger: "......"

Maybe you shouldn't have given him a curse, how good it would be to turn him into a pig...

With the exception of Sirius, Peter Pettigrew's escape doesn't seem to have brought any negative effects to the wizarding world, but of course, some positive effects have been driven, such as the fact that many people are sharpening their knives in the hope of receiving the 1,000 Galleons that Egger has put on his offer.

After all, a thousand Galleons is not a small amount in the wizarding world, even according to the salary level of a Hogwarts professor, even if you don't eat or drink, at least you have to save for a year or two, which is still a high salary.

Replace it with some working wizards for a thousand Galleons, I don't know how long it will take to save it.

The door opened, and the wind and snow poured in from outside the house, and the people shivered with a chill.

"Hey, Egger, you would never have thought that someone at the pig's head bar just bought eighty bottles of Niang Drowning Spring for twenty Galleons!" Fred's excited voice rang out: "This is simply a no-brainer deal, it's great!" ”

"Wow... Probably which old pervert. Ron muttered.

"yes, I guess he might have the same psychology as you." George grinned.

"Stay away from me." Ron's face was not good.

"Twenty Galleons... Eighty bottles? One Galleon four? Hey, hey—" Egg grinned.

"yes, a big deal." Fred said with a grin.

"But who would pay twenty Galleons for forty bottles of drowning?" Hermione was a little puzzled: "Pure pervert... Is it necessary to buy so much? ”

Egger narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the twins, "What does that person look like?" ”

"He was so tightly covered that we didn't see him clearly." George spread his hands.

Sirius seemed to feel something was wrong, and hurried out of the bar, followed by Egger.

"Hey, where are you going?" Fred turned to look at the two and shouted.

"That person is likely to be Peter Pettigrew." Hermione said, and hurriedly followed, "What does he look like?" ”

"Dark, covered in a robe, with bandages on his face," Fred roughly described.

"Good!" Egger's voice came from afar, and he had already seen the black-robed man coming out of the pig's head bar.

"Don't run!" Sirius rushed forward with a frantic expression, and the figure suddenly froze slightly when it saw the two of them, and the next moment the phantom disappeared in place.

"Apparition in front of me? Thinking too much, right? Egger laughed and rushed in the direction of the man's apparition, disappearing into thin air with a thud.

Sirius gritted his teeth as he looked at the direction in which the two had disappeared, and sighed helplessly.

"What about people?"

In the distance, Hermione's group hurried after her.

"The phantom shifted, and Iger caught up." Sirius was a little frustrated.

"That's good, at least I don't have to worry about you being blown up by him." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're not worried about Egger?" Hermione looked a little unhappy.

"Are you worried?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"I—" Hermione was stunned.

I'm not really worried...

Damn, Iger won't be angry...

……

On a certain coast in the south of England, there were two crisp sounds, and Egg's figure emerged, pinched the face of the black-robed man, and smiled like a vicious dog crawling out of hell.

"Run, run!" Egger sneered: "Where do I see you running?" ”

The black-robed man didn't speak, shook off Egger's arm, and hurriedly ran into the distance, but it seemed that the magic power had been almost consumed, and the physical strength of several phantom shifts was a little unbearable, and his steps were a little staggering.

The man casually threw a spell over, and Eggle watched as the spell reached his chest and stirred up a trace of dust slightly, and then he sneered.

There was an awkward silence, and the black-robed man turned around and ran.

"Drink! One library! Egger suddenly rushed up and kicked the man in the black robe on the back, and the man stumbled and fell to the ground.

casually put on a Bruce Lee posture, Iger went up and kicked it, but maybe it was because of his young age, Egger's strength was not very big, but he kicked a few times to enjoy it, the man fell to the ground and held his head, a little embarrassed, but he just gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

"I'll let you run! I'll let you run! How can you do that? Iger snorted and kicked a few more times, grabbing the bandage wrapped around the man's face, and the man froze for a moment, and then struggled violently.

"Be honest!" Egg casually slapped the back of the head of the black-robed man, and a petrification curse went down, and the man froze suddenly.

"The dead mouse is quite capable of running, you should be glad, you know, the labor and management didn't bring a staff today, otherwise you will be hammered to death as a turtle son..."

Iger muttered as he ripped off the bandages on the other party's face...

As soon as the bandage was removed, Egg almost jumped in fright.

Not Peter Pettigrew...

It's Snape......

Egger: "......"

Snape: "......"

Grass, it's embarrassing...

Loosening the petrification spell on Snape's body, Egg looked at the bruised Snape and grinned apologetically.

"And then kick..."

Snape's face darkened, and his voice sounded like it had been bitten between his teeth.

"Shhhhhhhhhh

"I hinted at you—" Snape gritted his teeth.

"What hint?" Iger was stunned.

"I thought you should recognize my spellcasting gestures." Snape's voice grew deeper.

"Ahh You said that spell... I thought it was a provocation..."The corners of Egger's mouth tugged at awkwardly.

"Thank goodness you didn't have a staff." Snape snorted.

"You can't really blame me..."Egger spread his hands with an innocent face: "You squeak..."

Snape didn't speak, and stared at Egg for a long time with a dark face.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Egger sighed helplessly: "Okay, I can't say anything about this if I encounter it..."

Snape: "......"

After a long time, after Egger repeatedly promised not to tell anyone about it, Snape drank a bottle of enchantment potion and disappeared...

"Who's that man?"

As soon as he returned to Hogsmeade, Sirius rushed up eagerly, "Is that the guy?" ”

"Uh... No, it's just an ordinary old pervert..."The corners of Egg's mouth twitched, looking a little embarrassed.

Sirius was stunned: "Dumbledore? ”

"Thank you for still thinking so much about me, Sirius." Dumbledore's voice came, Sirius's expression suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head to see that Dumbledore was happily walking out of the Duke of Honey shop with Professor McGonagall.

"I'm sorry professor," Sirius was embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Dumbledore said happily, not paying attention to it at all.

"Will you get used to this kind of thing?" Hermione looked at Dumbledore with some embarrassment.

"Of course... Son, I'm over a hundred years old, and I dare say I've been criticized enough to crush a normal person. A smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and the blue eyes behind the crescent lenses blinked at the sights of several people.

"And how did you deal with it?" Hermione was a little curious, and he thought that Egg might be able to use it later.

"Actually, I'm talking about the situation for normal people." Dumbledore said happily, "But unfortunately, in the eyes of others, I may not have much to do with the word normal..."

Hermione: "......"

……

Night, inside the Potions office.

The crucible on the desk was bubbling hot, and the mist of water was steaming in the cold underground office, filling the cold room with a little human smell.

Iger noticed that the bruises on Snape's face had disappeared, and he looked like he had a lot of potions.

"What the hell do you think?" Egg looked at Snape with a puzzled expression, "I know it's like Lily, but you're not really going to make him a girl all the time, are you?" ”

"I didn't think so," Snape glanced at Egger and continued to boil the cauldron in his hand.

Just kidding, this kind of thing can't be admitted, and admitting it is perverted.

Even if I'm a pervert, as long as I don't admit it... People don't know I'm a pervert.

That's probably what Snape thought.

"What are you going to do?" Iger was confused.

"I'm just giving the students a little bit of motivation for those who aren't motivated." Snape said leisurely, "In order to prevent some students from getting too bad at potions, students who fail every class in the future will be punished by using this spell fountain, so that they can know what shame is." ”

"That's a noble point, but why don't you buy a male drowning spring?" Egger was expressionless: "Girls should also cultivate shame, no, it's girls who should cultivate shame, right?" ”

Snape: "......"

What you say makes so much sense that I'm speechless...

"Meow!"

A black cat was swirled and thrown out of the basement classroom.

Snape didn't want to talk to you and threw you out...

"I think... The three people you need to worry about the most in Potions class... Potter, Finigan, and Longbottom, if nothing else, should all be men, so go back and sleep with your little bucktooth in your arms. ”

Before closing the door, Snape looked at Iger coldly and said.

Boom!

The door closed, Iger blinked his eyes, subconsciously licked his fleshy little paws, and turned to leave.

What a nasty guy...

Obviously doing perverted things, saying perverted words, making perverted plans, but still looking confident...

Raising his hind legs, Egg tried to pee at his door as a sign of disapproval, when something didn't quite right.

This urine posture seems to be from a dog?

After thinking about it, Egg retracted his hind legs and fell into deep thought.

yes, how do cats pee?

Unconsciously strayed from his train of thought, Iger took small silent steps all the way back to the tower.

Back in the dorm room, Hermione was tucked under the covers in her pajamas and looking at a large thick book, when she heard the door open and looked up at Egg.

"If I'm not mistaken!" Hermione got up and closed the door, untied Egger's robe and hung it on a nearby hanger, "That person should be Professor Snape today." ”

"You guessed it right." Iger nodded.

"Hey, hey..."Hermione burst into laughter, "Like you said, what's this called... Contrasting cute? It's such a cold person, but it's so infatuated..."

"I don't allow you to apply such a cute word to an old pervert who doesn't like to wash his hair." Holding Hermione's face, Egg took off his clothes and quickly got into the bed: "Okay, hurry up and go to bed." ”