Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

"Babo Tuber"

When a group of students came to Greenhouse No. , Professor Sprout was happily moving out a lot of weird 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 was not asking them to squeeze out the pus, but instead asking them to swallow the sticky stuff.

"This stuff is of extremely high value. Don't waste it. Listen, you have to collect the concentrated water into these bottles. Wear your dragonhide gloves. The undiluted Bamboo tuber concentrated water will be very harmful to the 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, there is a strange sense of satisfaction."

As he spoke, Egger changed his gestures, and Hermione immediately blushed.

"Pfft"

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large stream of viscous yellow-green liquid will spurt out, giving off a pungent smell of gasoline.

Egger sniffed his nose slightly, could this thing replace gasoline?

If it could, it would be a green and pollution-free new energy source.

Why else would an electric car directly dilute this thing as an energy source?

Also caters to those who like gasoline burning and engine roar

new energy

As a firm transmission control person, all automatic cars and gearless motorcycles are heresy in Iger’s opinion.

Unknowingly, by the time get out of class was over, Iger had already squeezed out several large bottles of pus.

Hermione looked at Egg's sticky dragon leather gloves and lifted her chest in a subtle movement.

It shouldn't be. Is it a problem with the feel?

"Ms. Pomfrey should be happy now." Professor Sprout smiled cheerfully and blocked the mouth of the last bottle with a stopper: "The pus from the Bamboo tuber is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne. This will stop students from using harsh treatments to get rid of their pimples."

"I don't quite understand." Iger chuckled softly: "Don't talk about acne, I don't even have freckles."

As soon as he finished speaking, most of the people in the class turned dark.

The darkest one is undoubtedly Ron.

It has to be said that the British are probably the most prone to freckles among Europeans and Americans. Even people with fair faces will have some freckles if you look carefully.

The only people in the entire class who don't have freckles are Egg, Harry and Dean, and even Hermione has more or less freckles.

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

Unless he had a tumor on his face, no one would notice something like freckles

"Like poor Eloise Midgan," murmured Hannah Abbott, "she wants to charm her pimples away."

"Silly girl." Professor Sprout shook his head: "But Madam Pomfrey finally put the nose on for her."

"It's just a freckle removal, why don't you want it to be so scary?" Egg smacked his lips.

The nose was wiped off

What's the relationship between that girl and Voldemort?

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

The Hufflepuff students were going to Transfiguration class, while the Gryffindor pups were heading to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Egg looked in the direction of Hagrid's cabin. Emily was riding Buckbeak Manna leisurely. Egg didn't know if Hagrid wanted to teach the students the characteristics of vampires.

To be honest, Iger didn't really want Emily to come into contact with the school's students too early. He would not forget that Emily's attack seemed to be a combination of teleportation and strange power, and he was slapped against the wall in just one second.

If Draco, that little bitch, comes up and teases her,

Fortunately, Emily is relatively easy to communicate with.

Hagrid stood outside the door of the hut, holding the timid dog Yaya in his hand. There were several open wooden boxes on the ground at his feet. Yaya whined and struggled hard, apparently not interested in the contents of the boxes. very curious.

As everyone approached, a strange clicking sound reached the students' ears, mixed with faint explosions from time to time.

"Good morning" Brother Hao looked at everyone with a smile: "It's best to wait for the Slytherin students, they definitely don't want to miss this squid."

"Ohsht" Egg couldn't help but muttered quietly.

It finally appeared, this damn weird species

Ron blinked: "What?"

Hagrid pointed to the box at his feet.

"Disgusting" Lavender Brown seemed to have seen something, and immediately screamed and jumped back.

Egg nodded with deep understanding. Through the gap in the box, Egg saw that strange species was like a deformed and shelled lobster, but it had a gray and slimy appearance that made people feel uncomfortable. He looked like he had no appetite at all.

The most important thing is that there are seven or eight slender legs under the thing. Not only did Egg's scalp feel numb when he saw it, more than a hundred fried-tailed snails in the box also exuded a fishy smell like rotten fish and shrimp. taste

"It has just been hatched. You can raise it yourself, and we can start a big project." Hagrid said loudly with a proud look.

"Are you sure?" From a distance, Slytherin students came over. Draco did not restrain his disgusted expression at all. Not only was he disgusted, but he was also disgusted. He looked straight at the explosive tail in the box. Snail: "Why should we raise it? What can it be used for?"

Hagrid seemed to be confused by the question. He thought hard, and then said in a rough voice: "Okay, that's the content of the next lesson. You just feed them food today. Feed them several different kinds of food." I have never raised them before, and I am not sure what they like to eat, so I prepared ant eggs, frog livers and green snakes, and tried each to see if they would eat it."

"First the pus, then this." Seamus muttered softly.

Egger narrowed his eyes, and then looked at Hagrid seriously: "Hagrid, you have to know that the Ministry of Magic strictly prohibits the private cultivation of new magical species, not to mention hundreds of them. This is a felony."

Hagrid's face suddenly stiffened, and he looked at Egger pleadingly: "Oh, you are right Egger, but they are too cute."

Egg's eyes twitched, and he didn't see how cute these things were at all.

Do you have any misunderstanding about cuteness?

"But you don't even understand what they eat and what kind of living habits they have. Sorry Hagrid, we can't joke about the safety of the students." Egger's face was serious: "But I can take a few for testing first. If possible, If so, then you teach them, and if it doesn’t work, then you have to stop.”

Hagrid's eyes were extremely disappointed, but he knew that 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, okay." Hagrid looked disappointed: "In that case, in this class I will show you your new friends in the Forbidden Forest."

Egg nodded. He knew that Hagrid was talking about Emily, not the fire dragons.

Grabbing three snails and stuffing them into his arms, Egg disappeared from the spot with a pop.

The next second, Iger appeared in the kitchen. As soon as he appeared, Iger threw the three fried snails on the long kitchen table: "Okay, dears, help me see if this thing can be eaten. It can be eaten." How to make it delicious?"