Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger grinned at Malfoy, who had been brainstormed fiercely by his words: "Draco, your father used to be a Death Eater, do you know that?"

Malfoy shuddered suddenly, looking at Iger in horror, not knowing what he meant.

"Death Eaters... Followers and admirers of Voldemort, in their values, support pure blood, Voldemort is supreme." Iger said softly: "But your father is very scared now, he is afraid that one day Voldemort will return, you know why ?"

Seeing Malfoy's trembling look, Iger shook his head helplessly: "Don't think so much, that's why I hate you Slytherin gang. You always think in a simple sentence in a complicated way."

Only then did Malfoy calm down, and Iger looked at him and continued: "Because of your mother, Narcissa, and because of you, Draco, nothing is more important to him than his family, and this is also his honor."

"Although I don't really agree with his method of protecting oneself wisely, I have to say...For the weak, your father has done his best to ensure the safety of you and your mother. Don't you want to protect your parents?" Iger smiled.

Malfoy nodded quickly.

"Look..." Iger looked at Malfoy with a smile: "Isn't this glory?"

A few minutes later, Malfoy left in a daze. It seemed that Iger's words had given him quite a shock.

Walking all the way in the campus, Malfoy wandered alone, and the deep-rooted pure-blood theory in his mind gradually became blurred at some point.

Not far away, a little boy with freckles was happily taking pictures of Hogwarts castle with his camera. Malfoy stared at the boy for a moment, frowned hesitantly, and then called out. over him.

"Hey... that..." Malfoy opened his mouth in embarrassment, "Creevey?"

Colin was taking pictures of the old castle under the afternoon sun. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw Malfoy's figure in sight. Colin couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Slytherin and Gryffindor are enemies. This is the consensus in the school, and Malfoy is one of the most unfriendly people to Gryffindor, and Colin is nervous because he is a Muggle A child from a family background, and the other party is a pure-blood supporter, no one is around, Colin doesn't know what the other party's second-year student will do to his first-year student...

"What's the matter?" Colin looked at Malfoy timidly.

"What's that in your hand?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows: "Muggle camera?"

"Uh... yes..." Colin said dryly, "I'm going to take some photos of the castle and give it to Iger as a Christmas present..."

Malfoy looked at the camera in Colin's hand, looked around, and then slightly lowered his head and said in a low voice: "How do you use that thing?"

"What?" Colin looked at Malfoy in a daze, and then realized Malfoy's words, and immediately stepped forward happily to tell Malfoy how to use the camera. Malfoy subconsciously wrinkled his nose and wanted to hide in disgust. Move away, and then I couldn't help but think of Astoria and Iger's words in my mind. I stood quietly and watched the boy in front of me explain how to use the camera.

There was no mudblood smell on the boy's body, but only the smell of clean and fragrant saponins, and the fragrance of flowers near the Forbidden Forest. It seemed that the boy should have just returned from the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Smells better than those idiots Crabbe and Goyle... Malfoy thought to himself.

"Do you want to try it?" Colin said excitedly: "If the photos taken under normal conditions do not use the visible potion, they will not move."

Malfoy turned to the camera in a daze, then froze: "What should I do?"

"Look closer and press the shutter," Colin said.

Malfoy looked closer with some hesitation, and the castle in the distance appeared in front of his eyes from the small grid of the camera, and then Malfoy lightly pressed the shutter.

With a bang, a flash of white light flashed, and the appearance of the castle froze in front of my eyes.

"Will the photos appear in this way?" Malfoy looked at the camera in his hand with some surprise.

"In this way, it will be engraved on the film inside, and then the submission can be sent to a printing agency to help develop the photos. I know that there is a photo developing place in Diagon Alley. They contracted several newspapers to develop photos. They are a very friendly French Muggle couple, it is said that their son graduated from Beauxbatons two years ago, brought them to England to settle down and opened that printing company..." Colin talked endlessly, Mal Fu felt a little curious when he heard what he said.

A few minutes later, after bidding farewell to Colin, Malfoy continued to wander absent-mindedly. He suddenly didn't want to go to Crabbe and Goyle. There was no point in staying with those two idiots...

Next to the pumpkin patch at Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Buckbeak was digging a mouse hole with his paws out, watching Malfoy approaching from a distance, Buckbeak made a grunt in his throat as a greeting.

"Hey, big guy!" Malfoy stroked Buckbeak's feathers, because there were several private contacts before, and Malfoy and Buckbeak were already very familiar, so there was no need to bow every time they met.

A gurgling sound came from Buckbeak's stomach, and Buckbeak muttered unhappily, Malfoy frowned slightly: "Are you hungry?"

Then he looked around, but couldn't find anything to feed Buckbeak, so Malfoy had no choice but to go up and pat the door of Hagrid's cabin.

"Who? Iger?" The door opened, and Hagrid's tall figure appeared in front of Malfoy. Malfoy took two steps back in panic, wanted to say something but didn't say anything.

Hagrid rubbed his eyes sleepily: "I'm sorry, I went to inspect the Forbidden Forest last night and slept a bit late..."

Then Hagrid stared at the blond boy in front of him for a moment, "Are you the one from the Malfoy family?"

"Draco..." Malfoy muttered hurriedly, "Draco Malfoy..."

"Oh, yes, what's the matter?" Hagrid looked at Malfoy suspiciously.

"Buckbeak... seems to be hungry..." Malfoy said dryly.

"Oh that brat..." Hagrid muttered, and then he took out a large bundle of bloody beef chunks from the room, causing Malfoy to take two steps back in panic.

"Ever since Iger bought refined beef for him every two days, that stupid guy's mouth has been sucked..." Hagrid said angrily, "Precious beef! That kid Iger is really willing to spend money! "

With that said, Hagrid walked out of the room and threw the beef in front of Buckbeak. Buckbeak let out a low moan, sounding very happy, and then lowered his head and began to bite.

Malfoy looked at Buckbeak and smiled, while Hagrid looked at Malfoy strangely: "It's so strange that the child of the Malfoy family will appear here..."

Malfoy watched Hagrid's bloody hand and swallowed his saliva, and stepped back in some horror: "Are you a half-blood giant?"

"Oh...that's right..." Hagrid spread his hands unnaturally.

Malfoy suddenly didn't know what to say, and then he thought about it and said, "I heard that giants are highly resistant to spells."

"That's natural, giants have rough skin and thick flesh." Hagrid was a little surprised, he thought Malfoy would sarcastically say a few words: "But I don't recommend you to observe giants up close, in fact they are very dangerous, most of them are very violent , like to fight, God, they can kill each other, they are almost extinct..."

"Is that so?" Malfoy was taken aback, he didn't know much about such things.

"Of course, but a half-blood giant like me is much better. Apart from being bigger, there is nothing much different from humans..." Hagrid said, his tone full of emphasis...

Buckbeak tore off a piece of beef and swallowed it in two bites.

Hagrid turned his head to look at Malfoy: "I'm glad you like it, it looks like you're getting along pretty well?"

"Huh? Oh..." Malfoy nodded.

"Would you like to come in and have a sit? I was planning to make some afternoon tea..." Hagrid gently wiped his big bloody hands on his apron.

"Oh... ok, thanks..."