Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Hogwarts that night was quite lively. Although there were not many students staying on campus, there were more than a dozen people. With the professors, there was a whole round table.

"That person's name is Elda Sparrow, from Ravenclaw. His ancestor was a Muggle pirate... It is said that he was a famous sea overlord..." Malfoy whispered.

"I noticed that you were talking about being famous and not full of evil?" Iger cut the steak leisurely.

"That's right, I heard my grandfather tell the story of the Muggle pirate when I was a kid, and he was so handsome." Malfoy danced with excitement: "Unfortunately, he died in the end..."

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

"You can't expect him to live until now, after all, it has been hundreds of thousands of years..." Malfoy broke off a piece of turkey leg, and immediately felt a burst of gaze, looking in the direction of his gaze, Astoria was He turned his head away indifferently.

"Emmm..." Iger turned to look at Malfoy, who was staring at Astoria: "Do you like her?"

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

"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 replaced it with a statement...

Malfoy's pale face flashed an abnormal blush, redder than Harry's...

Looking at Iger embarrassedly, he smiled, Malfoy's breathing was a little short.

So you really like her? hey hey hey...

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

"Huh? Oh... huh?" Malfoy stared at Iger in panic: "I didn't say I like her."

"No... It doesn't matter what you say or not. Blind people can see that you're abnormal, okay?" Iger spit out expressionlessly, the unlucky child 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..." Saying that, Iger got up and went to Astoria.

Immediately, Iger turned his head to look at him. Malfoy was trying his best to squeeze out a smile and looked at him. Iger's heart softened because of his pitiful appearance, and he couldn't help but want to caress his face with the sole of his foot.

"what are you doing?"

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

Iger: "Have you thought about it?"

"Ok…"

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

"I don't like her, but she always comes close to me. My dad said that the Parkinson family is a good partner, so I'm not allowed to bully her..." Malfoy said aggrievedly, and was about to cry.

"And she doesn't look good..." Malfoy hesitated and continued.

"Judging people by their looks, it turns out that you are such a person." Iger looked at Malfoy with disgust, as if he was looking at a piece of shit: "You have to discover her inner beauty."

"Really? Do you think Pansy has inner beauty?" Malfoy looked at Iger with a faint gaze.

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

Malfoy looked at Iger blankly, did you understand the fly in the ointment? How did these words inexplicably become so unfamiliar?

"So what will happen to Pansy if you go after Astoria?" Iger looked at Malfoy.

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

Iger nodded. In fact, Pansy is not bad looking. If she hadn't put on that look like smelling **** every day, she would still be pretty and attractive.

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

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

"Looking at you, you don't seem to have said anything." Iger turned his head and looked at Malfoy who was nervous: "Why don't you stop chasing and let me have it, anyway, I also helped her..."

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

"Emmm..." Iger glanced at Malfoy with drooping eyelids, Malfoy's face was full of embarrassment.

"Sure enough, I'll do it..." Iger looked at Malfoy with a look of disgust: "You were pressed to the ground by the boss before the game started and rubbed against the ground. Even a little spicy chicken like you is still shouting noble every day. On the battlefield, you will be eaten by those terrifying girls with no **** left..."

Malfoy's pale face was full of disappointment. Iger couldn't bear to see Malfoy's appearance, and he sighed leisurely, "Do you want me to introduce you to a very cute boy?"

Malfoy was stunned for a while, and then his originally pale complexion became even whiter.

"Don't worry, he looks very good-looking!" Iger smiled maliciously: "Black hair, green eyes, clean and fair face, and affectionate and righteous..."

Malfoy listened for a while, how about...try?

Looking at Iger hesitantly, Malfoy thought about it, and always felt cheated: "I still like Astoria..."

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

Malfoy hesitated, not knowing what to do: "Astoria worships you..."

"I know that ~www.NovelMTL.com~ is a girl who admires me, do you think I'm proud?" Iger looked at Malfoy and raised his chin.

I see you are quite proud...

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

"If I can have anything to be proud of..." Malfoy looked at Iger tentatively: "I mean... Then will she treat me differently?"

Iger nodded thoughtfully: "It's true, I'm going to poke the eyes of the Basilisk tomorrow, do you want to come together?"

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

Unlike the little lions who were eager to try in Gryffindor, the younger snakes in Slytherin didn't have the kind of psychology that they wanted to tease about the basilisk, especially the ability to stare at anyone and die, and they were afraid to think about it.

Of course, this does not mean that the lion cubs are very brave. In fact, until now, the students do not have much concept of the length of dozens of feet. If they experience it for themselves, perhaps the lion cubs will be wise to keep silent.

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

Iger felt that he was really not good at deceiving others, especially when he saw Malfoy's back hurriedly fleeing, he felt a little sad.

Quirrell, who was able to fool Voldemort with any kind of trick, contributed the back of his head, so how could he not be able to use it?

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

He must be too cowardly! definitely is……