Chapter 220: how about it?

Chapter 220: how about it?

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For such things as pretending, Iger felt that what he did was just right.

At least he didn't rush into the other party's crowd to open Wushuang, and then stared at the other party and asked:

Do you want to dance?

Do you want to dance too?

Yep? Do you want to dance too?

Come on, dance with the devil?

Then maybe I will have another name from now on: Hogwarts Dance King...

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

"Master, who will your school most likely choose?"

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

Zou Shu may have students he likes, but as a teacher, he still can't say such words in front of so many people.

"Well...if You Mengyu signs up..." Iger pinched his chin and thought.

"It's possible." Zou Shu nodded: "The child is very good, and the talent in refining is also very high."

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

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

Iger nodded knowingly. If that's the case, then 99% of them would choose Feijian...

"To be honest, although I have signed up, I prefer that the warriors in our school are Fred and the others, or Angelina."

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

"A little ambitious, maybe we will be selected." Ron said with a smile.

"If we are chosen..." Hermione thought for a while: "It will be a tragedy, we have invested in the name, we have proved our courage, if it is chosen, it will definitely not be anything Happy things."

Iger only hinted at the fire dragon thing with the twins. Others still don't know what projects they have, which makes Ron have a kind of self-confidence so far, but in contrast, Harry and Hermione have Much calmer.

Early the next morning, the sky began to drizzle with a sticky-looking drizzle. Iger went through the normal procedure and chose to skip class. The excuse of asking for leave was to go to the Forbidden Forest for a field trip to compete for the hegemony, but he actually indented Hagrid. In the hut, the two ate beef hot pot for a long time.

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

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

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

"Hermione has always dreamed of liberating the elves, but his boyfriend has the second largest house-elves in England." Hagrid laughed and joked with Iger, holding a bottle of fire whisky in his hand. .

Yes, pinching.

The huge whisky bottle was like a delicate oral liquid in Hagrid's large, rough hands...

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

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

"Where is the largest group?" Iger asked Hagrid, looking at him.

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

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

In rainy and humid weather, nothing is more heartwarming than a hot pot meal.

But even though the two were drinking, singing, and eating a small hot pot, Hagrid still looked like he couldn't let go. Iger could tell from his outfit.

A huge suit, a few bottles of hairspray, and the pungent smell of inferior perfume, all the features are declaring one thing.

Hagrid's dream lover is coming...

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

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

"Good afternoon, Madame Maxime." Iger said hello to Madame Maxime.

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

Iger always felt that French people had a feeling of stuffy nose when speaking English, and this feeling was even more obvious in the low-voiced Madame Maxime...

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

"Yes." Hagrid laughed.

Madame Maxime smiled softly, with a reserved smile, and acquiesced.

"That's really a blessing to you..." Iger flattened his mouth: "Lang, talented and beautiful... It's really good... emmm..."

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

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

He could see that Hagrid's mind was no longer on eating...

Leaving from Hagrid's hut, he saw Hermione and the others walking in the direction of Hagrid's hut before walking too far.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to go here at this time." Iger burped and held Hermione's little hand greasy.

"What?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Madame Maxime is inside." Iger muttered.

"Oh...he's in love with her." Ron said in disbelief. "Ah...if they ever have kids, I'd say each of them will weigh a ton."

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

Harry thought about how the two were in love, and shuddered uncontrollably: "Iger is right, we should not go over."

"In fact, what you may not know is that they have been in love for almost two years." Iger shrugged: "The last time Mrs. Maxime 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 falling in love in a small bar. The one named Fleur said that Hagrid was not worthy of Madame Maxime." Iger sneered.

"How is that possible? Who else but Hagrid..." Hermione was about to say something, but after thinking that it wouldn't be good for Hagrid, she hurriedly stopped.

"Have you known each other for a long time?" Ron's attention was rather strange. He looked at Iger with a strange expression: "God, you know such a beautiful girl..."

Iger shrugged noncommittal.

Isn't Elsa pretty? Hermione is also very beautiful, but she has not seriously cleaned up her messy hair.

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

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

"Okay, since that's the case, let's go back quickly, we will announce the warriors of each academy at night." Hermione urged.

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

Although both of them already have girlfriends, their resistance to beauties 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: "..."