Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Gilderoy Lockhart: Liar or Thief? "

In the early morning of the next day, such a news appeared on the Daily Prophet flying all over the sky, but under Iger's intervention, Rita did not dare to write Dumbledore as an old lunatic with unknown people and blind eyes. It depicts the helplessness of the centenarian in finding a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and praised Iger for being a substitute teacher this year as a student. He tried his best to praise Iger's excellence. up.

"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. Those who don't know think that I am not an acting teacher but the Dark Lord..." Iger looked at Lucius' proud face in the newspaper and smacked his lips: " This guy really spent all his money for his own 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 very good."

It's not just Harry. In the auditorium this morning, the eyes of the students have been erratic on Iger, not only the students, but also Snape.

Snape's expression was ugly. At first he thought that he would be the substitute teacher. After all, he was the one who taught the students the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year yesterday afternoon. In order for the next class to proceed smoothly, He also assigned a lot of homework to the students. Who would have thought that a poisonous egg would be killed halfway...

However, even though Snape was very unhappy about Iger being a substitute teacher, he was not able to become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but seeing that the students he taught became the professor, Snape could barely accept it. , but Snape was still annoyed at the thought of not being able to make it, and he planned to give Harry a hard time in the next Potions class.

It's okay Harry, it's okay Harry, it's okay...

On the other hand, when Iger became a substitute teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he realized how hard it is to be a Hogwarts professor.

Seven school years! Take two classes per academic year, with a minimum of fourteen classes per week!

This means that Iger spends most of his time teaching students, and the other professors seem to be very considerate of him, as long as he completes the daily homework. In fact, Snape's homework Iger I didn't write it normally, it was basically ghostwritten by Malfoy...

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"Egg Morrissey." Iger looked at a large group of sixth graders sitting below: "After class, I am your junior, you can call me professor in class, or sir."

Vaguely, the voices of several boys giggling came into Iger's ears, and the corners of Iger's mouth twitched: "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 who want to become Aurors after graduation."

"So, who will tell me, what are the common black magic defense spells that you have learned in the past few years?" Iger looked down and asked.

One 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 is Lockhart's favorite color...

"The Disarming Curse removes your weapon." Percy said, "The armor protects the body, everything is petrified, and imprisoned quickly..."

Percy stood up and uttered a long list of commonly used spells.

"Please sit down, five points for Gryffindor." Iger nodded: "Then I would like to ask everyone here,

What Mr. Weasley said just now, do any of you really use or master these spells? "

There was a burst of laughter from below, and it seemed that everyone didn't care about what Iger said.

"What? It seems that you all have mastered it?" Iger grinned, took out a delicate pocket watch from his pocket and shook it: "So, who of you speaks the fastest, I would like to ask him to say something Curse, let's see how long it takes."

"Me!" Wood raised his hand and looked at Iger in a hurry.

"Okay, come on, I'll call start, and you call a spell." Iger signaled: "Get ready...start!"

"Disarm you!" Wood spoke very fast, even his lips were a little bald.

"Very good, 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 stick in his hand: "Speaking fast is a good thing for a wizard who masters spells , but I want to tell everyone that no matter how fast you speak, it will never compare to the response of your brain and body."

As he said that, Iger waved his hand, and the small wooden stick in the dummy's hand immediately flew out: "Who will tell me how many seconds it took just now?"

No one answered, and a group of students looked in surprise at Iger's wandless spellcasting just now. Although Iger is very good at wandless and silent casting, the students don't know much about him because he is usually not very high-profile.

"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 black wizards often master silent spellcasting."

"Disarm you?" Iger chuckled: "It is an irresponsible performance to read a spell during the battle. Irresponsibility for one's own life, no matter how fast Wood yelled just now, the time just now , enough for a dark wizard to silently release two Killing Curses on you, do you want to call the armor protection again?"

As he said that, Iger snapped his fingers, and the long table in front of the students flew out, signaling all the students to stand up. Iger walked to the podium and looked at the group of students who were much taller than him: "Actual combat is a change." The fastest shortcut, no matter if you use pen or paper, I don't think it can compare to letting you use your body to remember the feeling of silent casting."

After emphasizing the secret of silent casting several times, Iger smiled and cast a silent spell that enveloped the entire class, then turned around and wrote on the blackboard: "This is a range of magic, within this range, no matter what it is It is impossible for species or what happens to make a sound, the only thing you have to do is to block my spell, now... stand in a row!"

A group of students suddenly turned pale.

"There may be some strange curses! For example, you will have pockmarks on your face." 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 happily sat at the long table and had dinner. Not far away, a group of fifth and sixth graders looked at Iger resentfully.

The sixth grade course is silent casting. Under Iger's tireless teaching in two classes, finally half of the students successfully mastered the silent casting of the Iron Armor Curse.

As for the fifth-grade students, because of the upcoming general wizard level exam, Iger also concocted their basic knowledge. At the very least, many people can cast spells coherently 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 to remember about the spells, and there are even many people who need it. Now I want to know what spells I can use...

Outside the auditorium, Harry Ron ran in excitedly, Harry looked at Iger and grinned: "How do you feel?"

"It feels like that..." Iger pouted.

"Harry and I have been looking forward to your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but it seems that we will have to wait until next Monday." Ron said with some regret, and then looked at Iger with some expectation: "Iger , do you keep your homework?"

"No." Iger shook his head: "I mainly teach through actual combat. The homework is useless. The basic theory can be done occasionally in class with a quiz."

"Great!" Harry laughed happily, "Snape left that Monday..."

"No need to write." Iger shrugged and said, Harry and Ron jumped up excitedly, and hurriedly informed Seamo and the others of the news.

"It's not good for you, Iger." Hermione's crisp voice sounded behind him, and Iger turned his head to look at Hermione with a smile: "Don't tell me that you have finished your homework."

"That's it..." Hermione said dryly, and sat next to Iger: "I heard from Percy when I came here that they were almost insane after being tortured by you."

"Didn't he say that at least half of the people have learned to cast spells silently?" Iger said with some displeasure.

"He said, they think your behavior is called potential stimulation, Wood and the others are very worried that you will lead the way in the next class..." Hermione couldn't help laughing.

"That's a good idea..." Iger nodded.

"One more thing, Professor McGonagall hopes that I can be your tutor in other subjects, so that your grades will not drop too much." Hermione cleared her throat, raised her chin with a little pride, and squinted at Iger, That expression was short of saying: come and praise me.

"I don't think it should be necessary..." Iger spread his hands: "I have already previewed before coming to school, just to prepare."

"No!" Hermione exclaimed in embarrassment, "I have to test your Herbology and History of Magic, I don't care about the rest!"

"If you insist on doing that, then come to my room tonight." Iger put his finger on Hermione's chin, and said a little frivolously, the little girl's face suddenly turned bright red...

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"I assure you, if you can't master silent spellcasting, then your final exam this year may have a very high risk factor." Iger stood on the podium and looked at the seventh-grade students below.

Like the sixth grade students, the seventh grade students seemed to disdain Iger's words.

"Professor Trelawney still talks about the death of a student every year, and I haven't seen anyone die in such a long time..." A little girl muttered.

"But I will do what I said. I hope your uncle reminded you. Miss Shaker." Iger turned his head and glanced at the girl.

The girl who spoke was called Paramy Shaker, with a swarthy face, a niece of the Kingsley family, a descendant of the Shaker family among the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

"At the same time, if you can pass this year's final exam, I can apply to Professor Dumbledore to add a strong touch to your N.E.W.T qualification certificate." Iger laughed: "I can remind you, that is This year you will be assessed together with students in grades 4, 5, and 6, and what you will face is a monster that has lived for thousands of years. I don't want me, as the examiner, to collect your corpses..."

Iger's sinister sneer at this time looked like Snape to a group of students, and the group of students shivered suddenly.

That's right, Iger's plan is to use the basilisk as an assessment for the four graders at the end of this year's semester. Of course, before that, Iger will definitely let Fox catch the two eyes of the basilisk blind...

Originally, Iger planned to slaughter the basilisk by himself, but after thinking about it, he didn’t dare to fight against the basilisk without Fox. It would be bad if he was stared to death, but what about the phoenix? …Killing it is not very interesting, there is no sense of accomplishment at all.

So, Iger plans to bring that thing to the Quidditch pitch, invite some celebrities to watch it, and sell a lot of tickets by the way...

Those are all gleaming Galleons! The best way to use waste...

"A thousand-year-old monster..." A whisper came: "Is he planning to let us face Professor Dumbledore?"

"Impossible. Professor Dumbledore is a century-old monster. I think it might be the Sorting Hat..." A boy muttered softly, "That broken hat has lasted for a thousand years. Who knows if it has any strange abilities?"

"I'm telling you with certainty, it's not that thing, Mr. Sparrow..." The corner of Iger's mouth slightly curled up: "Of course, I can give you some clues. If you solve it, then I will add five years to that college." Ten."

With that said, Iger turned around and wrote a few lines on the blackboard:

'In the secret room left before leaving,

Strange, inaudible voices whispered.

A thousand-year-old monster wanders in the castle,

Taken away a ray of dead souls fifty years ago.

At the end of this year, the four colleges will join hands again,

I opened the door of the chamber again,

You will face a common enemy.

Take care not to meet its gaze,

Otherwise you will usher in death...

Seek, before fear comes.

Take a guess and get ready for the fight. '

This is Iger's reminder 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 what we are going to face is a monster that has lived for a thousand years?" Ron's face was terrified: "Could it be a big spider?"

"It's grades four, five, six and seven. We have nothing to do!" Hermione emphasized: "And I don't think there will be spiders in the secret room."

"How are you sure?" Ron said a little unconvinced, in his eyes there was nothing scarier than a spider.

"Because I told her what's in there." Iger's voice came, and a group of lion cubs immediately surrounded him, hoping that Iger could give them a hint.

"Fifty points! Iger, you must add it 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.