Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts - Chapter 217

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Iger was severely trampled by the old man Zou. The old man held Iger in one hand and slapped Iger’s **** with the other.

Iger called the old miserable…

The scene at the time was this:

Mr. Zou laughed three times, then grabbed Iger with one hand and clipped it to his waist, and slapped Iger like a storm and fell on Iger’s butt…

Old Man Zou was chatting with Dumbledore while fighting back. Everyone seemed to have not seen that Iger was still being devastated by Old Man Zou, and the smile on his face became more and more enthusiastic.

Especially Snape, listening to Iger’s screams was a relief…

After a long time, a group of people ended their greetings and returned to the auditorium in a mighty manner.

Fortunately, the students looked at Iger’s limping appearance, and wisely did not mention what happened just now. No one knew that he poisoned someone and was a vengeful person, and he might have to pay the price that day…

After all the students entered the auditorium and took their seats at the tables of their respective colleges, the faculty also took their seats at the guest of honor.

The last ones were Dumbledore and the principals of the other three schools. Of course, Mr. Zou was only the temporary principal.

As soon as the Beauxbatons students saw their headmaster appear, they all stood up quickly. Several Hogwarts students around couldn’t help but laugh, but they didn’t seem embarrassed at all.

They didn’t do it again until Madame Maxime sat down on Dumbledore’s left. Dumbledore remained standing, and the auditorium gradually became quiet.

“Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ghosts, and — especially — distinguished guests.” Dumbledore said in a loud voice, looking at the foreign students with a smile: “I am with great sympathy. Joy, welcome to Hogwarts, and I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here.”

Krum snorted coldly, looking very harsh in the quiet auditorium.

“What the **** is wrong with him?” Harry frowned at Krum on the Slytherin table in the distance.

“The hegemony will officially start at the end of the banquet,” Dumbledore said. “I now invite everyone to eat and drink as much as they want, just as they would at their own home.”

Dumbledore sat down, and Karkaroff, who was beside him, hurried up to chat with him enthusiastically.

The plate in front of them was filled with food as usual, the elves in the kitchen seemed to be doing their best, and the dishes on the table were extraordinarily rich.

Iger noticed that the students of the Kunlun Hall at the front of the Gryffindor long table had been sitting in front of them. There were pots of hot pots in front of them, and there were various dishes on the table. The group of Kunlun Hall students. The little wizards seemed very surprised.

“Master fish soup…” Iger muttered softly with a bowl of hot soup: “It’s really good.”

“It’s French,” Hermione said.

“Yeah, but I still prefer their pan-fried foie gras and grilled snails,” Iger said.

Hermione rolled her eyes: “You’re really picky, not to mention picky eaters, you still pick expensive ones…”

“Of course, the mixed fish soup is also very good…” Iger muttered.

“Is that so? I’ll try it…” Ron hurried forward to take a bowl as soon as he heard Iger’s words…

Today’s auditorium is much more crowded than in the past. Although there are not many more people in fact, there are only more than 30 people at full capacity, but it may be because of the different colors of their school uniforms that are particularly prominent.

Because of the meal, You Mengyu and Emily, who were pouting at the edge of the forbidden forest, also slipped into the auditorium early. The students of Kunlun Hall looked at You Mengyu and seemed a little surprised.

“Excuse me, do you still drink this pot of miscellaneous fish soup?”

Just as the two of them sat down beside Hermione, a Beauxbatons girl with a scarf came over. She took off the scarf, her big blue eyes flickered at Iger, and her silver hair flickered. With a glossy appearance, Fleur, who had had an unpleasant affair with Iger before the official ceremony.

“I’m sorry, my friends and they haven’t had time to drink.” Iger shrugged: “If you don’t have enough there, I can ask them to make some more for you, trouble you Xia…”

Iger’s voice fell, and soon, there was a pot of miscellaneous fish soup in the position before Furong.

“Ah…Thank you.” Furong Shi Shiran turned around and left, leaving behind a table of little boys with flushed faces.

“She’s a veela!” Ron waited, his eyes hoarse.

“I don’t think so.” Hermione sneered, “I don’t see anyone looking at her like an idiot.”

“To be precise, it’s a mixed-race Veela.” Iger nodded.

Hearing this, Ron, Seamus, and Dean turned their heads in unison, and their eyes were obvious: Who are you calling an idiot?

Hermione: “…”

MDZZ…

“Hogwarts girls are also very good.” Harry said without hesitation.

“Yeah, I think Hermione and the others are the best.” Iger muttered.

Ron grinned unceremoniously: “They…they?”

“Don’t pay attention to these details.” Iger shrugged, avoiding Hermione’s playful gaze.

Not far away, there were two more people on the staff table, Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch. Of course, Percy behind Crouch was selectively ignored by Iger.

“It’s good, fool Percy is here too.” Not far away, the twins whispered and laughed.

“What are they doing here?” Harry was a little surprised.

“This is an event organized by the Ministry of Magic, of course they have to send someone.” Iger said.

Soon, the dinner was withdrawn, and the table was replaced with desserts. When Harry and Ron swept away the desserts on the table, Dumbledore stood up again.

“Ah… that’s really good, the moment has finally come.” Dumbledore said with a smile: “The top three… Well, this year is the top four, and the semi-final competition is about to start. I want to explain a few words first, and then Bring the plate in–“

“Take what?” Iger was stunned.

Hermione shook her head blankly.

“I would like to explain our event planning procedures for this academic year, but first allow me to introduce these two guests, as there are still people who do not know them, this is Mr. Bartty Crouch, Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic. It’s Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Ministry of Magic’s Department of Sport.”

The applause for Bagman sounds much louder than Crouch’s~www.mtlnovel.com~ Maybe it’s because of popularity…

“Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly to arrange the Tournament,” said Dumbledore.

Iger looked unhappy, fart?

Who caught the dragon? Who is the sponsor?

You let them try?

“They will form a jury with me, Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim and Mr. Zou Shu Zou to judge the efforts of the warriors. Of course, the jury will also include our on-court referee, Iger. Mr Morriss, who is responsible for keeping the Warriors safe on the field, also has a point.”

The discussion in the auditorium immediately became enthusiastic, but it seemed that the students of several other schools were not very happy. They thought that Iger might be biased towards the students of this school.

But Dumbledore ignored them and just smiled: “Mr. Filch, please bring the box up…”