Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Mr. Morrisos? I would like to ask, what is the nature of magic?"

Another Defense Against the Dark Arts class, today is the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the seventh graders at Hogwarts, and the students feel a little bit reluctant about it.

Of course, it’s just a trace, no one knows whether they are celebrating leaving Iger’s class in their hearts...

As graduation approached, a group of graduates began to ask tricky questions, as if they wanted to embarrass the little professor in front of them before leaving.

It would be best if he could make him cry, seeing how he is beeping, he must be very cute, right? A group of girls looked at Iger and thought maliciously.

"Very... tricky question... Miss Johnson..." Iger nodded slightly.

The girl's name is Ruth Johnson, a cousin of Angelina, but she is not so conspicuous in the college, and she is a girl from Hufflepuff College.

"Muggles have a subject called physics—of course, this subject is not very useful in the wizarding world, but what this subject explores is the... essence of everything." Iger glanced at the students in the class.

"However, Muggle principles are obviously not applicable to wizards. The question of what is the essence of magic has been a difficult problem for wizards since ancient times, because we do not have the standard to measure magic and the means to measure its essence." Iger spoke slowly, with a gentle voice with a touch of elegance: "Some people say...the deepest part of magic is the abyss of darkness, and some people say that superb magic should be boundless love. If you ask me, what is the essence? What, I can't tell you clearly, but what I can tell you is, in my understanding, magic is... what kind of..."

"I think you all know that Mr. Longbottom of our Gryffindor couldn't even cast a floating spell until the second grade started..." Iger's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a burst of laughter in the class.

Neville Longbottom, a legendary figure, in the eyes of a group of students, his essence is not much different from a squib.

"Everyone should and must know something about me, I'm not boasting, I'm strong." Iger pointed to himself, looked at a group of nodding students and smiled: "Of course, I'm definitely not like this at the beginning Qiang, my starting point and Mr. Longbottom are actually exactly the same, except that I am very handsome and I have more magic power... I don’t think I have anything more than him.”

The laughter below grew louder, accompanied by bursts of boos. Every student knows about Iger's narcissism.

"It's just that I have one thing that Mr. Longbottom didn't have at the beginning,

But he has it now, can anyone tell me what it is? "Iger looked at the group of students below.

Below, a Gryffindor girl tentatively raised her hand. Iger watched her smack her lips and spread her hands gently: "It's confidence, it's faith."

So what were you asking just now? Are you crazy? The girl rolled her eyes at Iger angrily.

"In my eyes, in my cognition, in my subconscious, I am very strong. Every time I learn a new spell, I will write down all the points carefully, and then I will succeed, because I I never think that I will fail." Iger explained in detail his thoughts every time he cast a spell: "In contrast, Neville would subconsciously tell himself in his heart before every incident, this is too difficult, I don't It may be successful, how could I be so good, no! I can't!"

"I think he's not the only one who has this problem, but his performance is stronger." Iger looked at the students below and smiled. Some students laughed awkwardly, most of them were with poor grades students.

"There is a science in this world called philosophy, which is mainly divided into two basic schools: materialism and idealism. The basic meaning of idealism is that on the basic philosophical issues of the relationship between thinking and existence, spirit and matter, it is believed that spirit... also It means that consciousness is the first nature, matter is the second nature, spirit determines matter, and matter is the product of spirit." Iger explained in detail: "In my opinion, the strength of our wizards is completely a kind of idealism, belief Must win! No one is born strong, and no one is born waste, Neville is now among the students who are the fastest in silent spellcasting, and his grades are improving by leaps and bounds, which is also related to his mentality."

"So, if you want to ask me the essence of magic, then I can only tell you my cognition: magic is a manifestation of our beliefs and desires in the spiritual world." Iger looked seriously at the students below and said softly: " So I also hope that you will always have an indomitable belief in your future life, and I sincerely hope that one day I can hear the news that you are getting better and better, and this will be the last thing I teach you.”

As soon as the words fell, the class was silent for a moment, and then there was enthusiastic applause, and even some passing portraits in the picture frames on the wall clapped with smiles.

The eye sockets of a group of girls were slightly red. They didn't make Iger cry, but they almost made Iger cry...

"Mr. Morrisos, as you said, if the essence of magic is belief, and whether it is powerful or not depends on whether your belief is strong, then do you mean that even the existence of the mysterious man...has a certain Faith?" A boy raised his hands high and looked at Iger.

The boy's name is Grank Green, and it is said that he is a descendant of the Brothers Grimm who wrote the fairy tales. His ancestral home is Germany, so he is of mixed blood.

"Of course, even Voldemort..."

There was a sound of terrified inhalation, and Iger continued with some irritability: "Even Voldemort has faith. If I am proud and Dumbledore is self-confident, then Voldemort is inflated. Extreme conceit can also be regarded as a This kind of belief, after all, the human heart has always been an unpredictable thing."

"But one thing I can tell you clearly is... if you have always maintained such a terrified attitude towards this name, then you will never be able to achieve his achievements." Iger looked flat: "Although I don't know his Whether what he has done can be described as an achievement, but I have to say that what he has done is quite successful, if he put his desire purely on power, then he would have been the Minister of Magic long ago."

"What is his desire?" A girl looked at Iger curiously.

"Live forever..." Iger sneered: "His ancestors couldn't do it, so he can only hang in the principal's office. What is he..."

"Does this kind of magic really exist?" The girl asked after her, looking very curious.

The girl was Muggle-born, and her name was Chrissy Denney.

"Maybe, but it's definitely not something that can be done with the messy and evil methods he used." Iger smiled lightly: "You expect a madman with a mental disorder to do something that the ancient Titans couldn't do? "

"Titan...isn't it a legend?" Chris looked at Iger in surprise.

"When I was still in the Muggle Orphanage, I thought the wizard was also the legendary Miss Danny..." Iger grinned, and the class burst into laughter.

"But what about Muggles? There are also many people with faith among Muggles." Chris looked like she really wanted to see Iger's humming, and she still asked reluctantly.

"No matter how confident the big octopus in the black lake is, it is impossible for it to grow wings and fly into the sky. Miss Dani, this involves blood issues..." Iger looked calm.

Danny sat on the chair dejectedly, winking at the students around him, and soon another student started to attack Iger.

"Ah...Mr. Sparrow, what's the problem?" Iger looked cheerfully at the handsome boy in front of him.

"Mr. Morrisos...do you know what the strongest spell is?"

Elda looked at Iger eagerly.

"The Killing Curse is very strong, but I don't think this spell can help you cook, it's better to say that this kind of question itself is very meaningless." Iger looked at Elda and shook his head slightly: "There is no strongest spell. , only the most suitable spells..."

"Is Avada really strong?" Elda asked curiously, and a group of 18-year-old boys looked curiously at the 12-year-old little professor on the stage.

As the scariest of the three Unforgivable Curses, the students' curiosity about this spell is beyond the sky, and of course, their fear is not low.

"Awada was originally used to give the opponent the final blow after the opponent fell to the ground in a real duel, so that people can die without torture. It is a respect for the opponent, but that was already hundreds of years ago. Something happened, and now the meaning of this spell has completely changed." Iger twitched at the corner of his mouth, not knowing what he was mocking: "Now this spell is just a simple spell used by thugs to scare people's hearts. In fact, if One day you cast this spell on the people who harm you, and you will find that the originally vicious guys are as good as little sheep..."

"So if we master this spell, we will become stronger?" Elda blinked at Iger.

Iger looked at the students below, and listened to the slightly heavy panting in the class with a hint of sarcasm: "No...the only thing that is powerful is the spell, you are still weak."

"Whether human beings are strong or not has nothing to do with spells. Once a woman's eagerness to protect her child breaks out, whether it's the powerful Death Curse you speak of, or the invincible Voldemort, it's all there. After a ray of light, it becomes dull, not a fart..." Iger chuckled softly: "I said that faith must win. When Harry's mother faced Voldemort, her belief in protecting her child defeated Voldemort, so she summoned Isn’t it ironic that the ancient magic protected Harry’s body and caused the death curse to rebound, so Voldemort was killed by a one-year-old child? It’s absolutely unexpected, hahaha…”

"Think about it, who would have thought that the famous... mighty Dark Lord would be planted in the hands of a precious mother who just gave birth to a child for about a year?" Iger sneered, the classroom was full of noise, and the students were surprised Whispering, looking at the surprised eyes of a group of students, Iger snapped his fingers, and wrote a line of chalk on the blackboard behind him: Αφροδ??τη...

"This is the spell... the god of love and beauty, Dumbledore called that power love... I think it's quite appropriate." Iger's mouth flashed a smile: "Answer me, Mr. Sparrow..."

"Do you have someone you love?" Iger looked at Elda calmly.

"Yes, sir..." Elda didn't know what Iger wanted to say.

"Who?" Iger's voice was flat.

"My...father, and my mother...and my sister..." Elda watched Iger and swallowed. The calmer Iger is, the less likely he is to provoke. This is common sense...

"Ah, that's it..." Iger nodded clearly, and said leisurely: "If your loved one is behind you, will you stand in front of them and use yourself desperately? life to protect them?"

"Yes, sir." Elda looked at Iger seriously with firm eyes.

"That's it. Look, each of us can defeat Voldemort. At most, the price is a bit high, and it's just a life for a life. Although there are not many such people, there will be no fewer, right?" Iger spread his hands and looked at it. The students below laughed.

"This spell was invented by a mother who desperately wanted to protect her children thousands of years ago when black wizards were rampant in Europe. After people at that time learned this spell, it once curbed the development of black wizards. For a long time, until the Ministry of Magic was established in various countries, dark wizards began to go underground, and this spell was sealed up because it was easy to cause the user to commit suicide, and was forgotten by people as time went by. .”

Iger said in a low voice, as if he was talking about a very great thing: "Until one day, a girl named Lily saw this spell in the Hogwarts library, and later she married a The boy named Potter, you should already know what happened next..."

"The requirements to use are very simple and difficult, selfless love, willing to die for others...you can make your loved ones never hurt by the target..."

Iger's voice fell, and a few girls below were sobbing softly, not knowing what they were thinking.

A group of students who are about to graduate failed after all. They didn't see Iger crying, and finally made themselves groaning...

After class, seeing the students leaving the classroom sparsely, Dumbledore's figure appeared behind Iger at some point.

"I have to say, this is really a very great Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Morrises..." Dumbledore watched the students leave with distant eyes: "Your class today may affect their learning." For the rest of my life, if I can, I very much hope that you can stay in this position after graduation...Although I know that is not realistic, your path should not be just a teacher."

"I think it's good to be a teacher. You see, I don't need to correct my homework..." Iger grinned, and then curled his lips slightly: "It's just that there are too many courses..."