Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

After thinking about the bell, Professor McGonagall raised her voice and shouted in the chaos: "Granger -- please stay, I have a few words to say to you, oh yes, and Morrissey. "

"Granger, warriors have their own partners..." Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione, who was puzzled, and then her eyes stopped for a moment on Iger's face.

"What?" Hermione was stunned, not quite understanding what Professor McGonagall meant.

"It's your partner who goes to the Christmas ball." Professor McGonagall said as a matter of course: "Your dance partner."

Saying that, Professor McGonagall glanced at Iger with disgust.

Iger: Meow meow meow?

"Oh... good professor." Hermione flushed a little.

"If I guess right, Iger will be her dance partner, right?" Professor McGonagall looked at Iger.

"Ah... Yes, of course." Iger nodded.

"Very well, then as usual, the dance is held by the warrior and his partner. I hope you can go back and practice well." Professor McGonagall nodded, turned and left.

"Great, I finally found something I can't do." Iger shrugged: "Dance..."

"You can't dance?" Hermione looked at Iger in surprise.

"Do I have to know?" Iger sighed leisurely: "Okay, let's practice before Christmas."

Iger is not a straight man of steel. He still dances with Aisha, but that's how men are. Even if they skip, they will say they didn't skip it. There is no other reason. Every woman will have the first dance to the person she likes. There is a kind of obsession...

As expected by Iger, soon, the little girl beside him couldn't help it: "Didn't you dance?"

"Not once." Iger said without blushing or panting, what a familiar word, once upon a time, Aisha also asked the same...

Actually there was a skip with Elsa, but it wasn't a formal occasion, so it didn't count.

Iger lied with a clear conscience...

"Okay..." Hermione suddenly looked like she really couldn't do anything about you, but everyone could see the excitement in the little girl's heart.

heh, woman...

The corners of Iger's mouth curled up, feeling that he was becoming more and more handy as a scumbag...

Unlike Iger, who is at ease, others suffer from the pain of inviting dance partners, such as Ron...

The thought of the old lady's lingerie-like dress his mother had prepared for him made Ron even more afraid to invite a dance partner.

"Maybe you should be brave." At lunch, a group of people were sitting at the table, and Harry gave Ron advice: "Don't think too much, Lavender is actually pretty good, isn't she obsessed with you? "

Ron heard the words and looked in Lavender's direction, then turned his head bitterly: "But I always feel that I don't want to invite her."

"I think Lavender is pretty good, with a good figure and a good-looking face. He is obedient, and the most important thing is that he has no brains." Iger said casually: "Perfect~"

"You like that?" Hermione looked dangerous.

"No, I'm just giving an example, smart women also have the charm of smart women, but for most men, it is obviously easier to find a fool to fall in love, come on, Ron, maybe you can hit a home run... "Iger's voice fell, and several people around laughed suddenly.

Ron still seemed a little hesitant. Although Lavender was good-looking, he was not too good-looking. This made Ron a little unwilling. He always felt that he could find something better...

"It's easy for you to say, you have all found the most suitable dance partner." Ron muttered, and then looked at You Mengyu who was eating lunch quickly beside Iger.

You Mengyu was eating right, and when she saw Ron looking over, she rolled her eyes.

Ron pouted and pouted, looking a little dejected: "I can only ask Ginny to help me."

"Don't even think about it." Ginny snorted and leaned beside Harry.

Negative emotions from Ron +999…

"God...how is it so difficult to find a dance partner?" Ron muttered unwillingly.

Outside the auditorium, the twins ran in happily, and Ron's eyes suddenly lit up: "It seems that I'm not the only one without a dance partner."

"Actually, I don't think it's a problem for them to find a dance partner." Iger poured cold water on Ron in time.

"How is it possible, who wants to dance with the two of them?" Ron looked incredulous.

"Fred, do you have a dance partner?" Iger turned his head and greeted Fred.

"Not yet." Fred said casually.

"Look, I'll say it." Ron suddenly became excited: "Maybe the two of them can have a company and use the Niangwuquan or something..."

"Wait..." Ron's eyes lit up, Niang Duquan?

Immediately, he turned his head sharply to look at Harry beside him, and was about to say something when he saw Harry coldly say, "Go away."

Ron: "..."

Across the long table, Iger's magical laughter sounded, and Fred looked at Ron and smiled maliciously: "Little Ronnie hasn't found a dance partner yet?"

"Aren't you the same." Ron muttered angrily, feeling that Harry was being a little rude.

"Angelina?" Fred immediately laughed when he heard the words, and beckoned to Angelina in the distance, attracting a lot of attention.

Angelina turned her head to look at Fred, and Fred grinned: "Would you like to go to the dance with me?"

Saying that, Fred folded his arms and made a dance move. The girls around Angelina suddenly burst into laughter, Angelina smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"Look." Fred spread his hands, and Ron was stunned.

"How did you do it?" Ron was unwilling.

"Just say it." Fred said nonchalantly, grabbing a glass of pumpkin juice and taking a sip.

"I'm not as thick-skinned as you..." Ron muttered.

"Miss Youmengyu, how about going to the dance together?" George happily leaned over to Youmengyu's side.

"I don't really want to go." Youmengyu glanced at George blankly.

Ron suddenly gloated: "Speak straight?"

George ignored him, just grinned: "There's a lot to eat at the dance."

"That's good." You Mengyu nodded.

For a moment, Iger seemed to hear the sound of something clumping up and turned his head to look. Ron looked at You Mengyu and George with a stiff expression, and the expression on his face seemed to say again... You two men and women...

Iger laughed. It seems that Ron should not have a big problem finding a dance partner. After all, there are such two shameless brothers here...

"It's really unfair to boys..." Iger smiled: "Why do boys have to invite them? I mean... If girls can take the initiative."

Hermione gave Iger a funny look and shook her head helplessly.

If it wasn't for the old lady by your side... maybe it would be...

"Hello Iger."

A voice came from behind, and Iger turned to look, it was a very tall girl.

Roughly ~www.NovelMTL.com~ is about ten centimeters taller than the horned Iger - this is a girl who is nearly 1.8 meters tall.

Iger didn't know the girl, but he did know that the girl was a sixth grader from Hufflepuff.

"Hello, what's the matter?" In accordance with the centuries-old gentleman's etiquette in England, Iger smiled gently.

"Would you like to go to the Christmas ball with me?" The girl seemed a little anxious and a little nervous, and couldn't help but take a step forward.

Ron and Harry suddenly looked vigilant. In their opinion, the girl was a bit strong. It seemed that if Iger dared to disagree, she would knock him unconscious...

"Uh...Thank you for your kindness..." Iger flattened his mouth, ignoring Hermione, who was covering his mouth and snickering: "But I already have a dance partner."

"Well... well..." The girl gave Hermione a hostile look and left.

In fact, a long time ago, Hermione, who was inseparable from Iger, was already the public enemy of the girls...