Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

The Poisoned Egg of Hogwarts Volume One Blood In the arena, Egger summoned the gleaming trophy and gently placed it in front of the four of them.

"To be honest, your appearance in the last level was beyond my expectation." Egg glanced at the four of them: "Hysterical..."

Fleur turned her head away in embarrassment.

"Crying for father and mother..."

Jiang Xuanzhong coughed awkwardly.

"Bumping around headlessly..."

Krum lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers...

"And...sexy and charming." Egg looked at Hermione and smiled.

Hermione's face turned slightly red, and the other three people immediately turned their heads: "???"

"Ahem... Of course, this game can also be regarded as the most difficult game in history, because in previous games you will never face more than two 5x level creatures in each level. However, this time... emmm …”

Looking at the group of magical animals of various shapes outside the golden flame, Egger laughed: "Very good."

The audience in the venue immediately cheered, and the chaotic shouts frightened the birds outside the Forbidden Forest.

Being praised by the always serious Professor McGonagall is something worth celebrating, but being praised by Egg is undoubtedly an honor.

This honor does not come from Iger's identity, but to hear this kind of praise from a person like Iger who crushes all magical creatures in terms of species, this is simply something to be proud of.

In the past, Iger gave others the impression that when I make friends, I never look at whether they are strong or not. They are not as strong as me anyway.

Egger has praised other people's charm, intelligence, and even the elves' craftsmanship of food, but he has never praised other people's strength. But this time, people really heard such words of praise from Egger's mouth.

"Despite this, I am not sure whether you can win this trophy before. You must know that this year's trophy is the most valuable year!" Iger looked at a few people with a smile: "So I need to see if you have any You don’t have the courage to pick up the trophy. It seems that you are all ready to succeed or die. I am very happy, so I announce that this year’s ranking is tied for first place.”

Fleur looked at Egg blankly: "But the referee..."

"Oh...fuck the referee panel." Egg waved his hand casually: "I caught the dragon, and I got the money. So I have the final say. Are there any questions?"

No... no problem...

Karkaroff looked at the screen in front of him and swallowed. Dumbledore looked a little disappointed. He was quite looking forward to the scoring of the last game.

Madame Maxime smiled kindly, but she didn't have any objections. She knew that from the second level onwards, Furong's record of winning the championship was almost gone.

As for Zou Shu, Mr. Zou was stroking his beard with a smile. He really came with the purpose of friendship first and competition second, so there was no disappointment.

"That...there is only one trophy..." Jiang Xuazhong grinned awkwardly.

"It doesn't matter. I will ask someone to build a few more. These are not problems." Iger spread his hands.

"I still feel... it's a little too sudden..." Hermione looked at her hands blankly. The parts that had been bruised and bruised in the maze were covered with strands of golden flames. The golden flames were flowing rapidly around her body. Repairing the injuries suffered by several people during the game.

"Very good. If that's the case, let's go back." Iger tapped his staff on the ground. In an instant, several people appeared on the rostrum of the audience stand. The next second, deafening cheers suddenly resounded throughout the ban. At the edge of the forest, people threw flowers to the warriors they were optimistic about, and the warm atmosphere infected everyone present.

"Boss! Are you crazy?"

As soon as Egg came out of the Forbidden Forest, he was dragged aside by the twins who rushed to the podium.

"What's wrong?" Egger was stunned.

"Four people are tied for first place, which means there is no loser in this game. Similarly, it also means that as the dealer, we will lose a lot of money!" George spat in his mouth and looked at Egger with a broken face.

"It doesn't matter, it's a small matter." Iger smiled: "You have to take a long-term view and give as much as you need."

"Why?" Fred sighed sadly.

"It's a national carnival. What they want is to win money from gambling, and what I want is that the competition can continue smoothly after that." Iger raised a finger: "What I want is the good reputation of the official bookmaker, and in the future The banker’s identity in every game, one game, you can’t lose much.”

Egger smiled, holding the magic stone in his hand. As long as he wanted to, he could inflation the British wizarding world...

After sending away the twins, Egger was soon surrounded by crazy students. Everyone was cheering excitedly, because there was no loser in this game. If we had to say who lost, then it seemed that it was only Egger. .

But looking at Hermione who was chatting with Elsa with an excited face, Egg felt that it was actually quite good to be taken advantage of once in a while.

……

Throughout the day, all the students were immersed in the joy of the end of the game. At night, there was singing and dancing in the Gryffindor tower. This time, even many students from other houses took advantage of the excitement to get into Gryffindor's banquet. Findor Tower.

For example, Draco and Astoria were whispering in the corner, and Luna was looking at Neville calmly. Everyone was eagerly discussing the last game that had just ended during the day, accompanied by Someone was dancing and laughing.

At this time, Iger was sitting quietly on a soft chair in the principal's room, drinking lemon juice, thinking about a more important thing.

The principal's room was also very lively tonight. The most powerful group of people in the magic world so far were all present here.

For example, a mysterious person wearing a hood to hide his identity is leaning against the window playing with a wand.

Another example is Emily, a loli vampire who is over years old and is still acting young. She is curiously poking at the portrait of Slytherin on the wall: "Hey...are you a Slytherin?"

"I heard that your descendants also have vampires."

"Can Parseltongues only talk to snakes? What about lizards and salamanders?"

Slytherin looked very irritable, impatiently avoiding Emily's restless little hand in the portrait.

Dumbledore sat quietly behind his desk, his deep gaze falling on a large pot in the center of the room. The cauldron was churning, and Snape was quietly boiling the potion in the pot.

And little Barty, who was caught by Egg during the day, was now tied up in a chair, watched by Professor McGonagall.

"I think... it should be almost enough." Snape said softly in a calm voice.

"That's cool, let me think about it, so how do we get Harry to be forced to donate his blood now?"

Dumbledore smiled happily and looked at Snape who had finished brewing the potion.

"Leave it to me..." Snape said in a serious tone.

Could he be taking Harley's first blood? Egg looked at Snape striding away with some suspicion.