Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Thinking about the bell after class, Professor McGonagall raised his voice and shouted in the chaos: "Granger—please stay here, I have a few words to say to you, oh yes, and Morrissey. "

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

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

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

With that said, Professor McGonagall glanced at Iger in disgust.

Iger: Meow meow?

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

"If I'm not wrong, Iger, you will be her dance partner, right?" Professor McGonagall looked at Iger.

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

"Very well. According to the usual practice, the dance is held by the warrior and his partner. I hope you can practice well when you go back." 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 it?" Iger sighed leisurely: "Okay, before Christmas, let's practice first."

Iger is not a straight man of steel. He danced with Aisha when he danced, but men are like this. There is a kind of obsession...

As Iger expected, soon, the little girl next to her couldn't help it: "Didn't you dance?"

"Not once." Iger said without blushing and panting, what a familiar word, once upon a time, Aisha also asked this question...

In fact, I skipped with Aisha, but it was not a formal occasion, so it didn't count.

Iger lied with a clear conscience...

"Okay..." Hermione suddenly looked as if she really couldn't help you,

But anyone could see the excitement in the little girl's heart.

Oh, woman...

The corner of Iger's mouth curled up, feeling that he was getting more and more comfortable being a scumbag...

Unlike Iger, who is easy to handle, others suffer from the pain of inviting a dance partner, such as Ron...

Thinking of the old lady's floral underwear-like dress that his mother prepared for him, Ron was even more afraid to invite a dance partner.

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

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

"I think Lavender is pretty good. He has 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 a little dangerous.

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

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

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

You Mengyu was enjoying his meal, and when he saw Ron looking over, he immediately rolled his eyes.

Ron curled his lips for fun, looking a little dejected: "If it doesn't work, I can only ask Ginny to help me."

"Don't even think about it." Ginny snorted, leaning closer to Harry.

Negative sentiment +999 from Ron…

"Oh my god... why is it so difficult to find a dance partner?" Ron muttered unwillingly.

Outside the auditorium, the twins ran in happily, and Ron's eyes lit up immediately: "It looks like I'm not the only one without a partner."

"Actually, I don't think finding a dance partner is a problem for them." Iger poured cold water on Ron in time.

"How is it possible, who wants to go dancing with the two of them?" Ron said incredulously.

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

"Not yet." Fred said casually.

"Look, I'll just say it." Ron suddenly became excited: "Maybe the two of them can be a companion, use the Niangniang spring or something..."

"Wait..." Ron's eyes lit up, Mother Niangquan?

Then he suddenly turned his head to look at Harry beside him, and was about to say something when Harry said coldly: "Get lost."

Ron: "..."

Across the long table, Iger's devilish 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, he felt that Harry was a little disrespectful.

"Angelina?" Fred laughed immediately when he heard the words, and waved 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?"

As he spoke, Fred clasped his arms and made a dancing gesture. 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 beside Youmengyu, tall and slightly bowed, with a warm and masculine demeanor.

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

Ron immediately gloated: "Speak directly?"

George ignored him, just grinned: "There will be a lot of delicious food at the dance."

"That's good." You Mengyu nodded.

For a moment, Iger seemed to hear the sound of something clumping together. Turning his head to look, Ron looked at Youmengyu and George with a stiff expression.

Iger laughed. It seems that Ron's problem of finding a dance partner shouldn't be too big. After all, there are two shameless brothers here...

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

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

If it wasn't for my mother by your side... maybe it would be like this...

"Hi Iger."

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

From a rough look, it is about ten centimeters taller than Iger with horns - this is a girl who is nearly 1.8 meters tall.

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

"Hello, what can I do?" In line with the gentleman's etiquette that has been passed down in England for hundreds of years, Iger still smiled gently.

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

Ron and Harry were immediately wary. 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 her mouth and giggling: "But I already have a dance partner."

"Is that so...well then..." 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 girls...