Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"God, what did she throw away, a pepper egg?" Ron yelled in surprise, "How much did Fred and George sell these two days?"

"Smart choice! The basilisk's eyes have been gouged out, and now it can only rely on its sense of smell. Pepper eggs are undoubtedly the best way!" Simo said loudly: "However, are there any regulations in the examination rules that props can be used? Mr Reeses?"

The corner of Iger's mouth curled up slightly, and he made an OK gesture towards the stands.

"It seems to be possible! Of course, it is necessary to be fully prepared when facing such a dangerous big guy!" Seamus continued to explain.

As soon as the words fell, a group of little badgers in grades six and seven discussed something, and pointed their wands at the basilisk, and then thick iron chains emerged from midair, entangled the basilisk.

The basilisk flicked its tail violently, and the familiar position of these chains entwined reminded it of bad memories.

The idea of ​​the little badgers is very simple. If they can’t beat them, try to limit them. Fortunately, there are a large number of little badgers. Although they can’t cast the combination-level spell of Shifang Suppression, the basilisk is finally killed by a thick and thick Binding with iron chains.

As the bell rang for the end of the exam, the little badgers on the field suddenly cheered.

"We succeeded!" Miss Danny smiled wildly, and hugged a seventh-grade boy beside her.

The stands of the entire stadium were full of cheers, and the yellow and black signs kept flashing among the crowd.

"Professor Dumbledore, what do you think of what they did?" Ron handed the microphone to Dumbledore not far away.

"Of course, I think my students are excellent..." Dumbledore said cheerfully, looking very pleased with his expression.

Iger looked at the basilisk still circling the students, and slowly raised his wand in his hand: "The Wall of Sighs!"

There was a rumbling sound, and a stone wall nearly ten meters high with exquisite reliefs rose from the ground, pushing the basilisk back in front of the little badgers, and then Iger swung his wand violently, and a dozen huge ones The palm of the stone drilled out of the ground, pressing the basilisk firmly on the ground, unable to move.

There was a commotion all around, and it seemed that the audience was a little surprised by Iger's brutal use of magic power.

Iger only used a simple transformation spell, which was not used in the secret room at first, because Iger was not sure whether the violent vibration would cause the secret room to collapse.

But there is clearly no such concern here.

Of course, although it is just a simple transformation spell, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Not everyone can create a dozen five- to six-meter-large stone palms.

Ordinary Aurors can probably do two or three transformations, but there is absolutely no way to lightly set off a dozen like Iger.

The purpose of the audience who came to watch the exam today is not only to watch the students' exams, but also a large proportion of the audience who came for Iger's ability. Iger is actually quite happy about this situation. If there are too many, there is no need to worry about those grasses falling to Voldemort...

Of course, this does not mean that Iger wants to use power to restrain others.

Iger just wants to convince people with reason, but the ancients said: big fists are the last word...

For some unreliable people, Iger thinks the ancients are right.

The little Hufflepuff badgers left the field, and the Ravenclaw students filed in from the entrance, and quickly began to switch formations of offense and defense.

However, unlike the little badgers of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw's clever mind made the kittens choose the most reliable and effective method from the beginning: they turned the big stone hand conjured by Iger into a huge Rooster, the crowing of the rooster makes the basilisk miserable.

However, it seems that because it is not a real rooster, the crowing did not have much effect on the basilisk, it just produced a lot of deterrence, but it was smashed by the basilisk's tail within a few minutes.

"Oh...Mom, I saw the girl at the front, her name is Penello, Percy's girlfriend, Percy loves her so much..." Ron waved his fist excitedly: "She protected the girl behind her. Classmates! They blocked the attack of the basilisk, although this girl has some vision problems, but it is undeniable that she is indeed very good!"

Mrs. Weasley in the auditorium was waving wildly at Penello. It seemed that she liked the girl very much.

Regarding Ron's evaluation, even Seamus was noncommittal. In fact, Percy's popularity in Gryffindor was not very good...

Follow the rules, dull and unreasonable, such a person is generally difficult to be welcomed by others, not to mention Gryffindor who violates the school rules and seeks happiness.

"Look what they're doing? They collectively used the Levitating Charm on the basilisk! This way of thinking is simply amazing!" Seamus shouted loudly, and the 30-meter-long basilisk in the arena was captured by the eaglets with their magic wands. Provoked high, the long body struggled violently in mid-air.

"The scales of the basilisk are very thick. It is difficult for ordinary spells to break through their defenses, but some restrictive spells can ignore their scales. It is indeed the most intelligent academy!" Ron waved fiercely. With a fist, his face flushed with excitement.

Not only him, but many audience members were shouting excitedly.

The appearance of the thick basilisk with a length of more than 30 meters being raised high is still very impactful.

The students seized the opportunity to cast the Transformation Curse on the other big stone hands, and the huge colorful rooster reappeared in the field, and the crowing sounded, and Iger saw the basilisk's blind eyes begin to shed tears of blood , looks very painful.

Soon, a quarter of an hour passed, and the bell rang, and the Ravenclaw students all cheered and left the stage, but Penello, who was in the crowd, gave Ron a tongue lock from afar...

Ron covered his mouth and fell down with his face flushed, but the people around him chose to ignore it...

"Very well, there was a little accident just now, but it doesn't matter, Captain Seamus will continue to explain to everyone!" Seamus looked at the field calmly: "Can we start, Mr. Morrisses?"

Iger nodded towards Simo's stand, and then frowned slightly. He saw Karkaroff sneering at him not far behind Seamus. There was contempt and sarcasm in his smile, and his big yellow teeth were very conspicuous.

What Iger doesn't understand is that you, a traitor of Voldemort, have the guts to provoke me?

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Iger also gave him a sneer, and also sent him a Legilimency...

Under normal circumstances, Iger does not hold grudges, because if there is a grudge, it is usually reported on the spot...

In the stands, Karkaroff only felt his head explode with a bang, as if his bedroom was suddenly blown up by terrorists while he was sleeping. A feeling of panic rose from the bottom of his heart, buzzing in his mind, and Iger's violent magic power seemed to be raging The group of hyenas was stirring crazily in Karkaroff's mind.

"Are you laughing at your mother?" A loud voice sounded in his head, Karkaroff was terrified and wanted to close his brain, but the tyrannical magic power did not give him a chance, and Karkaroff was crushed. The defenses built in the mind are crushed.

"Ask you something, are you laughing at your mother?" Iger's voice continued to echo in his mind.

Karkaroff felt a little desperate, he sensed Iger's intentions, that kid was going to squeeze his brain into an idiot...

Pure magic! It's just pure magic that can crush myself like this!

Karkaroff suddenly regretted provoking him...

In his opinion, even if Iger started to learn magic in the womb at Iger's age, no matter how good the talent is, it is at most the level of an ordinary wizard, but how can it be so strong?

In fact, Karkaroff was right. In terms of the application of magic, Iger is indeed just at the level of an ordinary wizard...

But I can't help but he has a blue bar that is one level higher than Dumbledore! Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, and no one can stand it.

And Iger spends time in the library with Hermione every day. For him, the forbidden book area is like a bedside table in the bedroom. There is no secret at all, and there are piles of forbidden spells...

With a big hand on Karkaroff's shoulder, Dumbledore quietly expelled Iger's Legilimency, and Karkaroff was panting heavily in cold sweat.

The whole process was only a short moment to the outside world, but Karkaroff seemed to have passed for a long time. After calming down, Karkaroff sat on the stool tremblingly, not daring to look into the arena again.

On the field, Snape looked at Karkaroff with a sarcasm grin, quite gloating.

He knows Iger's magic level too well, without the slightest technicality at all, simply relying on his strength to achieve miracles, but it is this kind of rough use of magic that makes the opponent most uncomfortable. The violent magic power can be reckless. You don't want it.

If casting spells is like playing billiards, people are finely manipulating a hole in one shot, while Iger can't stop playing a full billiard ball with one shot. After a long time, there will always be a hole...

Other people's curse is to kill your weapons, Iger's is to kill your birds...

The curse of others is to faint, and Iger's is to sleep forever...

The curse of others is to smash the body to pieces, and Iger's is to be wiped out...

In essence, when Iger does not control the magic power, the difference between these spells in his hands and Avada is only that the opponent dies differently after casting the spell...

But the result is the same!

With a 'whoosh', the basilisk was thrown out, Iger held the basilisk firmly with the wand in his hand, the gate of the entrance opened, and the Slytherin snakes rushed out fully armed, riding brooms high Fly to the sky.

Getting a broom is not difficult for the families of Slytherin students.

"Students from Slytherin House! Known as the most cunning and witty house in Hogwarts, they let us experience their nature of using unscrupulous means to achieve their goals and challenging the rules! But I don't know if this way of riding a broom is allowed. , Professor Morrises?" Seamus looked into the arena.

The corners of Iger's mouth curled up, and he nodded slightly.

"Yes!" Seamus yelled loudly: "Mr. Morrises agrees with their wit!"

There was an uproar in the venue, and it seemed that some agreed and some disagreed.

In the Slytherin stands, Lucius' face was a little excited, but he still looked at the middle-aged man with his hands outstretched in a reserved manner: "It's very clever, what do you think of Mr. Greengrass?"

"Very good." The man was dressed in an exquisite and elegant robe, and smiled cheerfully.

"My son came up with the idea, I'm so proud of him!" Narcissa's face flushed with excitement, and the etiquette that she used to pay attention to was also left behind by her. At this time, she was dragging Mrs. Greenglass and chattering What, Malfoy's originally pale face was reddish, and he stood beside Narcissa a little reservedly, and glanced at Astoria at the side from time to time.

However, although Iger agreed with the actions of the little snakes, he required them to cause harm to the basilisk to a certain extent.

A blast of thunderbolt was sent out to the head of the basilisk for a long time without thinking. The basilisk quickly got its head under its body, and its huge body twisted and coiled up, standing still like a fortress.

The thick scales all over the body are like hedgehogs, making a group of little snakes helpless and helpless.

This time, the basilisk learned to be smart. Once someone turned into a rooster, he suppressed the discomfort and smashed the rooster into pieces, and then continued to curl up, causing a group of small hops flying in the air to numb their claws.

Iger feels very weird, this may be: it is born from the same root, fried...why the rush?

Fifteen minutes passed quickly. Unfortunately, the little snakes did not cause too much damage to the basilisk, but it seemed that the little snakes did not intend to release any too dangerous spells.

Crabbe's kind of mentally retarded seventh grader could release Fiendfire, and Iger didn't think that this group of students had no other means at all.

However, in the face of so many wizards, there are very few existences whose head was kicked by Buckbeak like Crabbe, and no one would release black magic so ignorantly.

In the end, what the little snakes did gave Iger the feeling that it was a soy sauce, but in terms of viewing, it was indeed better than what the previous two academies did.

But Iger feels that the scores given by the four deans may be relatively low...

Until the Gryffindor students entered the arena, the arena suddenly turned into a sea of ​​red, and a large group of Gryffindor wizards cheered and raised their wands, shooting golden-red sparks into the air.

The students who graduated from Gryffindor are generally very popular. They are not necessarily the best, nor the most stable, nor the richest, but their popularity is indeed the best.

Of course, this may have something to do with the playful nature of Gryffindor students.

As far as Iger knows, apart from the Weasley twins, Charlie spent every day on the Quidditch pitch when he was in school, Bill played in the band when he was in school, and I heard that he has a good friendship with the weird sisters. Not going back to the dormitory at night to fall in love in the courtyard, which resulted in Mr. Weasley being whipped... let alone Harry's father and his gang.

There is not a single normal person among the graduates of the entire academy...

Even someone as serious as Professor McGonagall would tell Peeves that the chandelier should be turned the other way to come down while Umbridge was on duty...

This school is hopeless, really...