Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Hogwarts was quite lively that night. Although there were not many students staying at the school, there were still more than a dozen people. Including the professors, they gathered a whole round table.

"That man's name is Elda Sparrow, who belongs to Ravenclaw, and his ancestors are Muggle pirates...It is said that he is a famous sea lord..." Malfoy whispered.

"I noticed that you said famous and not full of evil?" Iger leisurely cut the steak.

"That's right. I heard my grandfather tell the story of the Muggle pirate when I was a child. He was so handsome." Malfoy danced excitedly: "It's a pity that he died in the end..."

"How did you die?" Iger was a little surprised.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, you can't expect him to live until now, after all, it's been hundreds or thousands of years..." Malfoy broke off a piece of turkey leg, and then felt a gaze, looking in the direction of the gaze, Astoria was He turned his head nonchalantly.

"emmm..." Iger turned his head and looked at Malfoy, who was staring straight at Astoria: "You like her?"

"Ah? No!" Malfoy waved his hands in panic, the turkey leg in his hand accidentally flew out and landed on the plate of a little Hufflepuff boy. The little boy excitedly picked up the turkey leg and bit it off. Malfoy felt a pang of regret.

"You like her!" Iger looked at Malfoy, this time it was not a question, but an exclamation...

"I didn't..." Malfoy felt a little lack of confidence, and his ears were burning.

"You like her." Iger directly replaced it with a statement...

An unusual blush flashed across Malfoy's pale face, redder than seeing Harry...

Looking at Iger awkwardly and smiling, Malfoy was short of breath.

Did he really like her? Hey hey...

Iger looked at Malfoy who was smiling like a silly son of a landowner in front of him with some disgust, then picked up a French fries, dipped them in ketchup and stuffed them into his mouth: "Well, if you like it, go after it..."

"Huh? Oh...huh?" Malfoy stared at Iger with flustered eyes: "I didn't say I liked her."

"No...it doesn't matter whether you say it or not, a blind person can see that you are abnormal, okay?" Iger complained expressionlessly, the poor boy couldn't hide his thoughts.

"I really don't like her!" Malfoy adjusted his expression and looked at Iger calmly.

"That's great, if you don't like it, I'll go after her..." With that, Iger got up and was about to go to Astoria.

Immediately, the figure froze, and Iger turned his head to look at him. Malfoy was trying to squeeze out a smile and looked at him. The pitiful look made Iger's heart soften, and he couldn't help but want to caress his face with the soles of his feet.

"what are you doing?"

"I like her..." Malfoy muttered vaguely, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly.

Iger: "Have you figured it out?"

"Um…"

"By the way, don't you like which Parkinson?" Iger said as if he remembered something.

"I don't like her, but she always comes to my side. My father said that the Parkinson family is a good partner, so I'm not allowed to bully her..." Malfoy said aggrievedly, almost groaning.

"And she's not good-looking..." Malfoy continued after a moment of hesitation.

"Judging people by their appearance, so you are this kind of person." Iger looked at Malfoy with disgust, as if looking at a pile of shit: "You have to discover her inner beauty."

"Really? Do you think Pansy has inner beauty?" Malfoy looked at Iger faintly.

Iger hesitated for a while, then patted Malfoy's shoulder lightly: "Maybe this is a fly in the ointment in the legend?"

Malfoy looked at Iger blankly, did he understand the fly in the ointment in this way? How did these few words become so strange for no reason?

"So if you chase Astoria,

What will happen to Pansy? "Iger looked at Malfoy.

"It shouldn't be much, we just get along better, it doesn't matter." Malfoy hurriedly explained.

Iger nodded. In fact, Pan Xi is not bad looking. If she didn't put on that expression like smelling shit every day, she would still be pretty and pretty.

But I don't know why, most of the time, the pretty little face is full of sarcasm, meanness, and jealous twists.

Especially when I saw Hermione, it was as if the wall of jealousy was separated. Iger didn't know why, was it just because Hermione had a cat?

"I look at you, you don't seem to have said anything." Iger turned his head and looked at the embarrassed Malfoy: "Why don't you stop chasing and let me have it. Anyway, I helped her..."

"No, no, please..." Malfoy tugged at Iger's arm, "We talked, and she slapped me!"

"Emmm..." Iger squinted his eyes and glanced at Malfoy, who was full of embarrassment.

"Sure enough, let me do it..." Iger looked at Malfoy with disgust on his face: "You were pressed on the ground by the BOSS and rubbed against you before the game started, and you are such a hot chick who still calls you noble every day. On the battlefield, you will be eaten to pieces by those horrible girls..."

Malfoy's pale face was full of depression, Iger couldn't bear to see Malfoy's appearance, and sighed leisurely: "Shall I introduce you to a very cute boy?"

Malfoy froze for a moment, and then his pale face became even paler.

"Don't worry, he looks very good-looking!" Iger laughed maliciously: "He has black hair, and a pair of green eyes, and his face is clean and fair, and he is affectionate and righteous..."

Malfoy felt erratic for a while, how about... try?

Looking at Iger with some hesitation, Malfoy thought for a while, feeling cheated: "I still like Astoria..."

"It's such a pity..." Iger sighed: "What are you going to do? Let her slap you again?"

Malfoy hesitated and didn't know what to do: "Astoria adores you..."

"I know, it's a girl who adores me, do you think I'm proud?" Iger looked at Malfoy and raised his chin.

I see you are very proud...

Malfoy didn't dare to say it, but he still thought so in his heart.

"If I have something to be proud of..." Malfoy looked at Iger tentatively: "I mean...would she treat me differently then?"

Iger nodded thoughtfully: "That's true, I'm going to poke the basilisk's eyes tomorrow, do you want to go together?"

Malfoy's face was instantly pale, and he looked at Iger in horror.

Unlike the lion cubs in Gryffindor who are eager to try, the young snakes in Slytherin don't have the psychology of wanting to tease the basilisk, especially the ability to stare at anyone. They are afraid even thinking about it.

Of course, this does not mean that the little lions are very brave. In fact, until now the students have no idea about the length of dozens of feet. If they experience it for themselves, maybe the little lions will be wise to keep silent.

"Think about it, you don't have to do anything, just go down with me, and you will have the capital to brag when you come back, isn't it a good deal?" Iger continued to bewitch.

Iger felt that he was really not good at bewitching others, especially when he saw Malfoy running away in a hurry, he felt a little sad.

Quirrell, who can fool Voldemort with any kind of trick, contributed the back of his head, so why is it not easy for him to use it?

After thinking about it, Iger still blamed Malfoy for the problem.

He must be too cowardly! definitely is……