Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts
Chapter 48: final exam
Gilderoy Lockhart: Liar or Thief? 》
In the early morning of the next day, such a news appeared in the daily Prophet, but with Iger's intervention, Rita did not dare to write Dumbledore as an old madman who knows no one, but only It depicts the helplessness of the centenarian in finding a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and praises Iger for being a student as this year's substitute teacher. He tried his best to tout Iger's excellence, and Iger was embarrassed to see it. .
"Although it's annoying..." Hermione sat next to Iger and looked at the Daily Prophet in her hand: "But I have to say that this woman is very good at deceiving people, um... He even interviewed Lucius Malfoy?"
"It seems that Mr. Malfoy's description of me is even more exaggerated than Rita's. Those who don't know think that I am not an acting teacher but a Dark Lord..." Iger looked at Lucius' arrogant face in the newspaper and smacked his lips: " This guy really made a lot of money for his son..."
"Iger, you want to be the acting professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? Is this true?" Outside the auditorium, Harry and Ron rushed in excitedly, Harry looked at Iger and grinned: "Great, this year The defense class must be pretty good."
Not only Harry, but in the auditorium this morning, the eyes of the students were always on Iger, not only the students, but also Snape.
Snape's face was ugly. He originally thought he would be the substitute teacher. After all, yesterday afternoon, he gave the first class of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts to the students. For the smooth progress of the next class, He also arranged a lot of homework for the students. Who would have thought that a poisonous egg would be killed halfway...
However, regarding Iger as a substitute teacher, even though Snape was very unhappy that he was not able to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was still reluctant to accept the students he taught. , but when he thought that he failed to become a candidate, Snape was still in a rage, and he planned to toss Harry well in the next Potions class.
If there is something, go to Harry, if there is nothing, go to Harry, there is nothing wrong...
On the other hand, when Iger became a substitute teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts, he realized how hard it was to be a Hogwarts professor.
Seven school years! Two classes per school year, at least fourteen classes per week!
This means that Iger has to teach students most of the time, and other professors seem to be very considerate of him, just need him to complete the daily homework, in fact, Snape's homework Iger I didn't write it normally, basically it was ghostwritten by Malfoy...
……
"Iger Morriss." Iger looked at the large group of sixth graders sitting below: "After class, I'm your junior. You can call me a professor in class, or you can do it as a gentleman."
Vaguely, the voices of a few boys giggling entered Iger's ears, and the corners of Iger's mouth curled up: "You have only one main course this year: Silent Spell, but fortunately this is the one I am best at, I hope to Before the end of this year, everyone will be able to master this relatively practical skill, especially those students who want to become Aurors after graduation.”
"Then, who will tell me, what are the commonly used defense against the dark magic spells you have learned in the past few years?" Iger looked down and asked.
A hand was raised, and Iger smiled: "Mr. Weasley."
The one who raised his hand was Percy Weasley. It seemed that no matter who was standing on the stage, he could not affect this rigorous student in the slightest. Iger had no doubt that even if Lockhart taught, Percy would definitely be able to. Answer what Lockhart's favorite color is...
"The Disarming Curse removes your weapons." Percy said, "Armor and body protection, all petrified, quickly imprisoned..."
Percy stood up and said a long list of commonly used magic.
"Please take a seat, Gryffindor adds five points." Iger nodded: "Then I would like to ask everyone here, what Mr. Weasley said just now, any of you will really use or master these spells? ?"
A burst of laughter suddenly came from below, and it seemed that everyone didn't care what Iger said.
"What? It looks like you all have mastered it?" Iger grinned, took out an exquisite small pocket watch from his arms and shook it: "Then, who of you can speak the fastest, I want to ask him to say something Curse, let's see how long it will take."
"Me!" Wood raised his hand and looked at Iger in a hurry.
"Okay, come here, I'll call start, you just call a spell." Iger gestured: "Get ready... start!"
"Except your weapon!" Wood spoke so fast that his lips were even bald.
"Very well, sit down." Iger looked at the pocket watch in his hand: "0.8 seconds..."
Looking at the students below, Iger clapped his hands, and a dummy walked over with a wooden stick in his hand: "Speaking fast is a good thing for a wizard who has mastered magic spells. , but I want to tell everyone that no matter how fast you speak, it will never match the response of your brain and body."
Saying that, Iger waved his hand, and the small wooden stick in the dummy's hand suddenly spun and flew out: "Who will tell me how many seconds it took for that stroke just now?"
No one answered, and a group of students looked at Iger's staffless spell casting in surprise. Although Iger was very good at staffless and silent spellcasting, because he was usually not very high-profile, the students didn't know much about him.
"What is black magic?" Iger's eyes were flat: "The purpose is evil, the power is powerful, the spell is fast, and it is extremely difficult to defend, and most of the dark wizards often master silent casting."
"Except your weapon?" Iger chuckled: "It is an act of irresponsibility to chant a spell during a battle, irresponsible for one's own life, no matter how fast Wood shouted just now, during that period of time just now , enough for a dark wizard to silently cast two killing curses on you, do you want to shout armor again?"
Saying that, Iger snapped his fingers, and the long table in front of the students flew out immediately, signaling the students to stand up. Iger walked to the podium and looked at a group of students who were much taller than him: "Actual combat is changing. The quickest shortcut, whether using a pen or paper, I don’t think is as good as letting you use your body to remember the feeling of silent casting.”
After emphasizing the trick of silent casting over and over again, Iger smiled and shrouded the entire class with a silent spell, then turned around and wrote on the blackboard: "This is a scope magic, within this scope, no matter what it is. There is no way for a species or anything to make a sound, the only thing you have to do is to block my spell, now... line up!"
The faces of a group of students suddenly turned pale.
"There may be some strange curses! For example, some pockmarks on your faces." Iger continued to write with a smile.
Below, the faces of a group of girls turned even paler...
……
In the evening, in the auditorium, Iger sat happily at the long table eating dinner, and a group of fifth and sixth graders looked at Iger resentfully not far away.
The sixth grade's course is silent spellcasting. With Iger's tireless teaching in two classes, half of the students finally successfully mastered the silent spellcasting of iron armor spells.
As for the fifth-grade students, because of the upcoming general wizard rank exam, Iger also took care of their basic knowledge. At the very least, many people are able to cast spells consistently today.
After the one-day course, Iger had a general understanding of the basic level of the students, and it also made him feel a little helpless. The fifth-grade students still have a lot of can't remember spells, and there are even many people who need them. Now think of any spells that can be used...
Outside the auditorium, Harry Ron ran in excitedly, Harry looked at Iger and grinned: "How do you feel?"
"It feels... that's it..." Iger pouted.
"Harry and I have been expecting you to give us a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but it looks like we will have to wait until next Monday." Ron said with some regret, and then looked at Iger expectantly: "Iger , do you stay homework?"
"Don't stay." Iger shook his head: "I mainly teach classes through actual combat. The homework thing is useless. The basic theory is occasionally a quiz in class."
"It's great!" Harry laughed happily: "That Monday Snape stayed..."
"No need to write." Iger shrugged and said, Harry and Ron jumped up excitedly, and hurriedly informed Seamus of the news.
"It's not good for you, Iger." Hermione's crisp voice sounded behind her, and Iger turned to look at Hermione with a smile: "Don't tell me that your homework is finished."
"That's it..." Hermione said dryly, sitting next to Iger: "I heard Percy say when I came, they were going crazy for being tortured by you."
"Didn't he say that at least half of the people have learned to cast spells silently?" Iger said reluctantly.
"He said, they think your behavior is called potential stimulation. Wood and the others are very worried that next time you will lead a dragon in the next class..." Hermione couldn't help laughing.
"This is a good idea..." Iger nodded.
"One more thing, Professor McGonagall wants me to be your tutor for other subjects, so as not to drop your grades too much." Hermione cleared her throat, raised her chin a little proudly, and squinted at Iger, That expression almost said the last sentence: Come and praise me.
"I don't think it's necessary anymore..." Iger spread his hands: "I had previewed before coming to school, just to prepare."
"No!" Hermione cried out in embarrassment, "I have to test your herbal medicine class and history of magic, and I can ignore the rest!"
"If you have to do that, then come to my room tonight." Iger put his finger on Hermione's chin, and said slightly frivolously, the little girl's face suddenly turned bright red...
……
"I assure you, if you can't master silent spellcasting, your final exam risk factor this year may be very high." Iger stood on the podium and looked at the seventh graders below.
Like the sixth-grade students, the seventh-grade students also seemed to disdain Iger's words.
"Professor Trelawney speaks about the death of a student every year. I haven't seen anyone die for so long..." a little girl muttered.
"But what I said will definitely be done. I hope your uncle reminded you. Miss Shaker." Iger turned his head and glanced at the girl.
The girl who spoke was named Palamy Shaker, with a swarthy face, a niece from the Kingsley family, a descendant of the Shaker family of the Twenty-Eight Pure Bloods.
"At the same time, if you can pass this year's final exams, I can apply to Professor Dumbledore to add a strong stroke to your N.E.W.T qualification certificate." Iger laughed: "I can remind you, that is This year, you will be assessed with the fourth, fifth, and sixth grade students, and you will face a big monster that has lived for thousands of years. I don’t want me as the assessor… I need to collect your corpses…”
At this moment, Iger's gloomy sneer looked like Snape to a group of students, and a group of students shuddered suddenly.
That's right, Iger's plan is to use the Basilisk as the assessment for the fourth-grade students at the end of this year. Of course, before that, Iger will definitely let Fox blind the two eyes of the Basilisk...
Originally, Iger planned to slaughter the basilisk himself, but after thinking about it, he would not dare to fight the basilisk at will without Fox. It would be bad if he was stared to death, but what about the phoenix ...killing it doesn't make any sense, and there's no sense of accomplishment at all.
So, Iger intends to bring that thing to the Quidditch pitch, invite some celebrities to watch it, and sell a lot of tickets by the way...
That's a golden Galleon! The best way to use waste...
"The thousand-year-old monster..." A whisper came: "Is he going to let us face Professor Dumbledore?"
"Impossible, Professor Dumbledore is a hundred-year-old monster, I think it might be the Sorting Hat..." A boy muttered in a low voice, "The broken hat has lasted for a thousand years, who knows if it has any strange abilities?"
"I tell you for sure, it's not that thing, Mr. Sparrow..." The corners of Iger's mouth were slightly raised: "Of course, I can give you some clues. If you solve it, then I will add five more to the academy. Ten ~www.NovelMTL.com~ said, Iger turned around and wrote a few lines on the blackboard:
'In the secret room left before leaving,
Strange voices that cannot be heard are whispering.
The thousand-year-old monster wanders in the castle,
Fifty years ago, he took away a strand of the dead.
At the end of this year, the four colleges will join hands again,
I opened the door of the secret room again,
You will face a common enemy.
Be careful not to touch its eyes,
Otherwise you will face death...
Look for it, before fear comes.
Guess what, prepare for the battle. ’
This is a reminder that Iger gave to the seventh graders. Soon, this reminder appeared in the common room of the four colleges, which immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the students.
"Iger said that we are going to face a monster that has lived for thousands of years?" Ron's face was very frightened: "Could it be a big spider?"
"It's grades four, five, six, seven, nothing to do with us!" Hermione emphasized: "And I don't think there will be spiders in the secret room."
"How are you sure?" Ron said in disbelief. In his eyes, there was nothing scarier than a spider.
"Because I told her what was in it." Iger's voice came, and a group of little lions immediately surrounded them, hoping Iger could give them some hints.
"Fifty points! Iger, you must be added to our own academy!" Ron looked at him excitedly.
"I'm sorry, I can't, that would embarrass Professor McGonagall." Iger grinned: "But I believe you will find it. Of course, Hermione, you can't tell them."
Hermione rolled her eyes angrily and nodded.
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