Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

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

It's another Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Today is the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class for seventh grade students at Hogwarts. The students feel a little bit sad about it.

Of course, it's just a hint. No one knows whether they are celebrating leaving Egger's class in their hearts...

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

It would be best if you could make him cry. Seeing how he cries, he must be very cute, right? A group of girls looked at Egg and thought maliciously.

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

The girl's name is Ruth Johnson. She is a cousin of Angelina, but she is not so conspicuous in the academy. She is a girl from Hufflepuff House.

"Muggles have a science called physics - of course this science is not that useful in the magical world, but what this science mainly explores is the...essence of all things." Egger's eyes scanned the students in the class.

"But Muggle principles obviously cannot be applied to wizards. The question of what is the essence of magic has been a problem that has troubled wizards since ancient times, because we do not have standards to measure magic and methods to measure its essence." Egger spoke slowly and unhurriedly, with a soft voice with a hint of elegance. "Some people say...the deepest part of magic is the abyss of darkness. Some people say that superb magic should be boundless love. If you ask me what its essence is, , I can't tell you clearly, but what I can tell you is, in my understanding of magic, what is it..."

"I believe you all know that our Gryffindor Mr. Longbottom couldn't even cast a levitating spell until the beginning of the second year..." The corners of Egg's mouth curled up slightly, and the class suddenly burst into laughter.

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

"Everyone must know something about me. I'm not boasting, I'm very strong." Egg pointed at himself and smiled at a group of students who were nodding their heads. "Of course, I was definitely not that strong at the beginning. , Mr. Longbottom and I actually started from the same starting point, 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 became even louder, accompanied by bursts of boos. Every student knew that Iger was narcissistic.

"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?" Egg looked at the group of students below.

Below, a Gryffindor girl raised her hand tentatively. Egg looked at her and smacked her lips, gently spreading her hands, "It's confidence, it's belief."

So what were you asking just now? Are you crazy? The girl gave Egger an angry look.

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

"I think he is not the only one to have this problem, but his performance is relatively strong." Egg looked at the students below and smiled. Some students suddenly laughed awkwardly, most of them were those with poor grades. students.

“There is a discipline in the 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 believes that spirit...that is, Consciousness is the first nature, and matter is the second nature. Spirit determines matter, and matter is the product of spirit." Egger explained in detail, "In my opinion, whether our wizards are powerful or not is completely a kind of idealism, and faith must win. ! No one is born strong, and no one is born useless. Neville is now among the students who are the fastest in controlling silent spells, and his grades have improved by leaps and bounds. This is also related to his mentality."

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

After the words fell, the class fell silent, and then applause burst out enthusiastically. Even some passing portraits in the frames on the wall clapped with smiles.

The eyes of a group of girls were slightly red. They did not make Iger cry, but they almost made him cry...

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

The boy's name is Grunge Grimm. It is said that he is a descendant of the Brothers Grimm who wrote fairy tales. His ancestral home is Germany and he is of mixed race.

"Of course, even Voldemort..."

There was a frightened intake of breath, and Egg continued with some irritability, "Even Voldemort will have some beliefs. If I am proud and Dumbledore is confident, then Voldemort is inflated. Extreme arrogance can also be regarded as a kind of self-confidence." Faith, after all, the human heart is always an elusive thing.”

"But one thing I can tell you clearly is... if you keep this kind of fearful attitude towards this name, then you will never achieve his achievements." Egger looked calm, "Although I don't know what he did. Whether what he did can be described as an achievement, but I have to say that what he did was quite successful. If he had focused purely on power, then he would have been the Minister of Magic long ago."

"What's his?" A girl looked at Egg curiously.

"Immortality..." Iger sneered. "His ancestors couldn't do it. He can only hang in the principal's office. Who is he..."

"Is there really such a magic?" The girl asked hotly, looking very curious.

The girl is a Muggle-born, named Chrissy Denny.

"Perhaps, but it's definitely not something he can do with the messy evil methods he used." Egger chuckled softly. "You expect a lunatic with abnormal mental state to do something that even the ancient Titans couldn't do?"

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

"When I was in the Muggle orphanage, I thought wizards were also the legendary Miss Danny..." Iger grinned, and the class suddenly burst into laughter.

"But what about Muggles? There are also people with a lot of faith among Muggles." Chris looked like she really wanted to see Egg's voice, and she still asked reluctantly.

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

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

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

"Mr. Morriss... do you know what the most powerful spell is?"

Erda looked at Egg eagerly.

"The Death 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 meaningless." Egg looked at Elda and shook his head slightly. "There is no strongest curse. Only the most suitable spell..."

"Is Avada really strong?" Erda asked curiously. A group of eighteen-year-old boys looked at the twelve-year-old professor on the stage curiously.

As the most terrifying of the three unforgivable curses, students are extremely curious about this curse. Of course, the level of fear is not low either.

"Avada was originally a magic spell used to give the opponent the final blow after the opponent fell to the ground in a real duel. It allowed people to die without torture. It was a sign of respect for the opponent, but that was hundreds of years ago. It's happened, now the meaning of this curse has completely changed." Egg twitched the corner of his mouth, not knowing what he was sarcastically saying, "Now this curse is just a simple spell used by thugs to scare people. In fact, if you One day, if you cast this spell on the people who harm you, you will find that those guys who were originally vicious and arrogant are as good as little sheep..."

"So if we master this spell, we will become stronger?" Erda blinked and looked at Egg.

Egg looked at the students below, and listened to the slightly heavy breathing in the class with a touch of sarcasm on his lips, "No...it's just the spell that's powerful, you're still weak."

"The strength of human beings has nothing to do with spells. Once a woman's eagerness to protect her children breaks out, whether it's the extremely powerful Death Curse you say, or the arrogant Voldemort, it's all there. After a ray of light, it became boring and nothing..." Egg chuckled softly. "I said, faith must win. When Harry's mother faced Voldemort, her belief in protecting her children defeated Voldemort, so she summoned the ancient The magic protecting Harry caused the Death Curse to rebound, so Voldemort was killed by a one-year-old child. Isn't it ironic? I never thought of it, hahaha..."

"Think about it, who would have thought that the famous... arrogant Dark Lord would fall into the hands of a mother who just gave birth to a child about a year ago?" Egg sneered, and there was a lot of noise in the classroom, and all the students were surprised. Whispering, looking at the surprised eyes of a group of students, Egger snapped his fingers, and a piece of chalk scrawled on the blackboard behind him: Αφpoδtη...

"This is the spell...the god of love and beauty. Dumbledore called that power love...I think it's quite appropriate." A smile flashed across Egg's lips, "Answer me, Mr. Sparrow..."

"Do you have someone you love?" Egg looked at Erda calmly.

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

"Who?" Egger's voice was flat.

"My...father, my mother...and my sister..." Erda looked at Ige and swallowed. The calmer Ige is, the harder it is to provoke him. This is common sense...

"Ah, that's it..." Iger nodded clearly and said leisurely, "If there is someone you love behind you, will you stand in front of them and use your own power at all costs?" Will life protect them?"

"Yes, sir." Erda looked at Iger seriously, her eyes very firm.

"That's it, look, each of us can defeat Voldemort, but the cost is a bit high at most, one life for one. Although there are not many such people, there are still no less, right?" Egg spread his hands and looked at it. The students below laughed.

"This curse was invented by a mother who was eager to protect her children thousands of years ago when dark wizards were rampant in Europe. After people at that time learned this curse, it once curbed the development of the power of dark wizards. For many years, until various countries began to establish ministries of magic, dark wizards began to go underground, and this spell was sealed because it could easily cause the user to commit suicide, and was later forgotten by people as time went by. .”

Egger said in a low voice, as if he was telling a very great thing. "Until one day, a girl named Lily saw this curse in the library of Hogwarts. Later, she married a man named The boy named Potter, you should already know what happened next..."

"The requirements for use are very simple but very difficult. Selfless love and willingness to die for others... can make the people you love never be harmed by the target..."

After Iger finished speaking, several girls below were sobbing softly, not knowing what they were thinking.

A group of students who were about to graduate failed after all. They didn't see Egger crying, and finally made themselves cry...

After class, watching the students leave the classroom sparsely, Dumbledore's figure did not know when he appeared behind Egg.

"I have to say, this is really a great Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Morrissey..." Dumbledore looked at the students leaving with distant eyes. "Your class today may affect their lives." , if possible, I very much hope that you can stay and continue to hold 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 have to correct homework..." Iger grinned, then curled his lips slightly, "It's just that there are too many courses..."

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