Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

For things like pretense, Iger felt that he did just right.

At least he didn't rush into Kai Wushuang in the other party's crowd, then stare and ask the other party:

Do you want to dance?

Do you want to dance too?

kindness? Do you want to dance too?

Come on, dance with the devil?

Then from now on, maybe I will have another title: Hogwarts Dancer...

In the distance, Mr. Zou walked over with the students of Kunlun Hall. A group of oriental teenagers threw the note in their hands into the Goblet of Fire in an orderly manner. Iger looked over curiously.

"Old man, who is the most likely to be selected by your school?"

Zou Shu looked at Iger, then glanced at the students behind him: "They are all excellent, I don't know."

Zou Shu may have a student he likes, but as a teacher, he still cannot say such words in front of so many people.

"Hmm... If You Mengyu signs up..." Iger squeezed his chin and thought about it.

"It's possible." Zou Shu nodded: "That kid is very good, and he is also very talented in crafting."

"But if you want to participate, the rules of the competition are that you are only allowed to bring one magic wand..." Iger looked at Zou Shu: "Can you do it?"

"The rules have been changed." Dumbledore stepped forward calmly: "The warriors of the Kunlun Hall can choose a suitable medium as the means of competition, but it can only be the same."

Iger nodded clearly. In this case, ninety-nine out of ten would choose Feijian...

"To be honest, even though I signed up, I hope that our school's warriors are Fred and the others, or Angelina is also fine."

At night, everyone returned to the tower, Harry said.

"It's a bit ambitious, maybe we will be chosen." Ron said with a smile.

"If we are chosen..." Hermione thought for a while, "It would be a tragedy. We have already proved our courage by putting in names.

If it is really chosen, it will definitely not be a happy thing. "

Regarding the fire dragon, Iger only hinted at the twins, and the others have not yet figured out what project they have. This has given Ron a sense of self-confidence so far, but in comparison, Harry and Hermione are Much calmer.

Early the next morning, the sky began to see sticky drizzle again. Iger followed the normal procedure and chose to skip class. The excuse for asking for leave was to go to the Forbidden Forest for a field trip for the hegemony competition, but in fact he shrank into Hagrid. In the hut, the two ate a small beef hot pot for half a day.

For the two of them, drinking wine and eating hot pot early in the morning is not something unacceptable...

Iger brought the meat and everything else. Although Hagrid wanted to put some weird things in the pot, such as big hairy claws of unknown species, Iger declined.

The little elf Xiya took the time to make a hot pot for the two of them and prepared a series of ingredients, which made Iger even more reluctant to move.

"Hermione has always dreamed of liberating the elves, but it turned out that his boyfriend has the second largest group of house elves in England." Hagrid laughed and joked with Iger, holding a bottle of flame whiskey in his hand .

That's right, pinching.

The gigantic whiskey decanter was like a delicate nectar in Hagrid's big rough hands...

"Xia and the others are family members." Iger snorted softly: "This is my home."

"Well, family, you're a weirdo just like Hermione." Hagrid laughed.

"Where is the largest ethnic group?" Iger looked at Hagrid and asked.

"Oh... the Ministry of Magic, of course." Hagrid laughed.

Iger nodded knowingly, and picked up a piece of shabu-shabu with drunken eyes.

In the rainy and humid weather, there is nothing more heart-warming than a hot pot meal.

But even though the two were drinking and singing, and eating small hot pot, Hagrid still looked out of his mind, and Iger could see it from his attire.

A huge suit, hair sprayed with several bottles of hairspray, and the pungent smell of inferior perfume, all the characteristics are declaring one thing.

Hagrid's dream girl is coming...

Sure enough, just after lunch time, there was a knock on the door of Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid hurriedly got up and opened the door of the hut, and Mrs. Maxime walked in with a smile on her face.

"Good afternoon, Madam Maxim." Iger greeted Madam Maxim.

"Ah... good afternoon, little gentleman." Madame Maxime said in a deep, nasal voice.

Iger always feels that French people have a stuffy nose when speaking English, and this feeling is even more obvious in Mrs. Maxim with a deep voice...

"Are you two in love?" Iger raised his eyelids.

"Yes." Hagrid laughed.

Madam Maxim smiled softly, with a reserved smile, she acquiesced.

"That's really a blessing to you..." Iger flattened his mouth: "A talented man and a girl...really good...emmm..."

I don't know why, but the shabu-shabu beef in my mouth suddenly doesn't taste good...

After taking a few bites, Iger greeted Hagrid and said goodbye.

He could tell that Hagrid wasn't thinking about eating anymore...

He wobbled away from Hagrid's hut, and saw Hermione and the others walking towards Hagrid's hut not far away.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to go there at this time." Iger hiccupped and took Hermione's little hand greasy.

"What?" Harry was a little puzzled.

"Madame Maxime is inside." Iger muttered.

"Oh...he's in love with her." Ron said in disbelief. "Ah...if they ever have kids, I bet they'll each weigh a ton."

"It's not that exaggerated..." Iger waved his hand: "emmm...half a ton..."

Harry thought about how the two were dating, and couldn't help shivering: "Iger is right, we should not go there."

"In fact, what you may not know is that they have been in love for almost two years." Iger shrugged: "The last time Mrs. Maxim came to Hogwarts to take the final exam of the Basilisk, they knew each other. "

"And love at first sight?" Harry asked.

"Almost, when I went to France later, I saw the two of them having a relationship in a small bar. Back then, the one named Fleur said that Hagrid was not good enough for Madame Maxime." Iger sneered.

"How is it possible? Who else but Hagrid..." Hermione was about to say something, but after thinking about it, it would not be good for Hagrid, she quickly stopped talking.

"You guys have known each other for a long time?" Ron's focus was rather strange, he looked at Iger with a strange expression: "My God, you actually know such a beautiful girl..."

Iger shrugged, noncommittal.

Isn't Aisha pretty? Hermione was also very beautiful, but she hadn't taken care of her matted hair yet.

"Do you think Hagrid deserves her?" Harry grinned.

"The size should match well..." Iger thought for a while, and Hermione on the side patted Iger angrily.

"Okay, since this is the case, let's go back quickly, and the warriors of each academy will be announced tonight." Hermione urged.

"Iger, how about that Fleur...?" Ron looked at Iger eagerly, and Harry's expression on the side was a little unnatural.

Although both of them already have girlfriends, their resistance to beautiful women is still very low.

"How?" Iger thought for a while: "I haven't used it before, and I don't know how it feels..."

Ron: "..."