“What if the foods were poisoned?” His voice interrupts my eating spree for the first time, a pinch of smile creasing on his lips.

I gulp, letting the chicken lap fall from my mouth.

“It... is...not, is it?” I stutter, leaning on the chair.

“No, certainly not.” He smiles, making me dig into the food anxiously. So yummy!

“You really shouldn't be too trusting, Hermione.” He says intently.

I didn't know whether to throw up or something. Panic settles into my belly.

“How do you know my name?” I ask shakily, fear is very eminent in my eyes.

Can Ezli make poisons become non-effective? Will I die now? Who is...