Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The secret room at night was still gloomy, with a ghostly appearance of green light. He casually lit the flames in the brazier on the surrounding stone pillars. Iger opened the iron door of the secret room and put Snape and Flitwick outside the door. The professor took it in.

A touch of white light appeared in the air, and Dumbledore appeared in the secret room with the two ladies. Fox's dark eyes on his shoulders glanced at Iger, and he cooed twice, and then disappeared again in the next second.

"Merlin's beard..." Professor Sprout groaned weakly as he looked at the basilisk bound by the thick chains intertwined in the air: "This big monster, Iger, how did you make it look like this?"

Snape looked very bad, but soon his attention was attracted by the basilisk hanging in the air.

"A body like me..." Professor Flitwick scrutinized the basilisk in front of him, and his thin voice sounded a little embarrassed: "Ten mouthfuls are not a problem..."

"It's really an amazing guy. I think the scales of this thing should be very resistant to magic, so how did you get its venom?" Dumbledore looked at Iger curiously: "Stunning spell in the eyes?"

"No... shoot it in its mouth..." Iger explained briefly, and then it felt as if something was wrong?

Professor McGonagall swiped the wand in his hand, and a tape measure appeared in front of him. With a wave of the wand in his skinny hand, the tape measure flew to the side of the basilisk, and pulled it out to measure the length of the basilisk.

The slender tape measure in mid-air measured the basilisk from left to right, and its cheap appearance kept stirring the basilisk's nerves, causing the basilisk to roar again and again.

"Professor McGonagall, it's scolding you..." Iger reminded Professor McGonagall appropriately.

"What does it call me?" Professor McGonagall looked unhappy.

"Probably means to let you...emmm...go away..." Iger organized the wording.

"So it's telling me to get out?" Professor McGonagall looked a little weird.

"Probably... so." Iger nodded.

Immediately, Iger saw the wand in Professor McGonagall's hand shaking, and the basilisk, which was originally bound into an M shape, was suddenly pulled into a straight line by the chain. Looking at the roaring appearance of the basilisk, Iger felt that for snakes, Walking in a straight line must be tiring...

"Seventy feet..." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, looking shocked.

"The mutilated snake slough outside the door is more than twenty feet..." Professor Flitwick nodded.

"It's only about 30 meters... Then there is no visual effect in the stands..." Iger curled his lips with some disgust: "How about we give it a magnifying spell?"

"Are you trying to kill that group of students?" Snape stepped forward and looked at the basilisk in front of him expressionlessly: "Even an adult fire dragon will not exceed ten meters in length, even if the fire dragon's breath is long Forty meters..."

"As a flexible snake, not to mention thirty meters, even three meters is already a nightmare for many people, of course, except for Indians..." Professor Flitwick nodded in agreement: "Iger, what should we do? Do?"

"Cut it down and send it over?" Iger suggested.

Several people directly ignored Iger's proposal and turned to look at Dumbledore. Dumbledore shook his wand with a smile and summoned a black leather case. Iger looked familiar.

Not only was the face familiar, he also found a line of gilded letters on the box: Egg·Malicious…

"Newt used to have a box like this when he was in school. Such a box is extremely expensive to build, much more expensive than many wizards' houses, and later this box was listed as one of the contraband at Hogwarts. It's over." Dumbledore said softly, Iger's face was very bad, and Professor McGonagall's face was also very bad, because Iger violated the school rules, only a sneering smile crossed the corner of Snape's mouth.

"The space in the box is more than enough for a basilisk. In fact, I didn't even want to go down the sewers, even though this kind of thing is very new..." Dumbledore smiled happily, shaking his wand in his hand, the huge basilisk disappeared. The clattering chains were firmly stuffed into the suitcase.

"The box is new..." Iger pouted at the lock of the box that was locked with a click.

"But it will get old sooner or later." Dumbledore didn't care either.

"So what's the point of calling us down together?" Snape's face became ugly again. "We didn't do anything..."

"Of course it's not that you didn't do anything Severus, at least you took a tube slide once." Dumbledore said with a smile, and Snape's face was even more ugly.

"I think I can build another Parseltongue club and make it the center of the club's activities. Of course, it needs to be reinforced before that." Iger turned his head and looked around.

"Where are the members?" Dumbledore looked at Iger curiously.

"At the moment...I...you...and Harry..." Iger smacked his lips: "Maybe we can have a Beast Language class? How about me being a professor?"

"Very good idea..." Dumbledore laughed and turned to look at several deans: "But now doesn't seem like the right time, let's go..."

Iger nodded, picked up the suitcase, put his hand on Professor Flitwick's shoulder, and disappeared again with a snap.

Snape's face was so gloomy that it could be artificially rained. He glanced at Dumbledore eagerly. Flames appeared in the air, Fox's figure fell on Dumbledore's shoulders, and the old man disappeared in front of him with a white light from the two ladies.

Snape looked blankly at the pipe leading to the top outside the iron gate, then the question is, how do I get up?

Iger doesn't want to talk to Snape now, who made him disturb his own good?

Obviously in such an ambiguous atmosphere, he flirted with the little girl: come, come, come~

Then, a greasy and crooked voice came from behind: I'm here...

cheap or not? cheap or not?

Neuropathy, right?

However, despite having a little temper, Iger went to the secret room again and brought Snape to the Quidditch pitch. The result was that Snape pressed Iger's head expressionlessly, with great strength...

The basilisk in the suitcase was released, and the huge basilisk body fell to the ground with a bang.

There were many figures outside the Quidditch pitch in the distance, and it seemed that they wanted to find out about the Basilisk. Dumbledore swung his wand and completely closed the Quidditch pitch. Out of a huge cage, the basilisk covered in iron chains was imprisoned in it.

A few Aurors who were under martial law in the distance came over and nodded to them.

"Leave it to us Professor..." Kingsley's thick voice sounded, sounding steady and reliable, and several of them were responsible for the vigil, lest any criminals release the basilisk.

"Please." Dumbledore looked at a few people and nodded.

"Where's Elsa?" Iger looked at Kingsley eagerly.

Kingsley turned his head and looked around. Seeing that Scrimgeour was not there, he whispered to Iger a few times: "We helped her through the class, and she said she will come to the exam tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you." Iger muttered with a smile, and disappeared in place with a snap, leaving a group of older wizards looking at each other.

...

Early the next morning, Iger stretched out and sat up from the bed, grabbed the warm milk on the head of the bed and took a sip.

The excited cries of the Gryffindor lions have been heard outside the bedroom, and Seamus's cries are heard from time to time: "Captain Seamus is on standby."

This is what Iger taught him, and for some reason, Seamus seems to like it very much...

When I walked out of the dormitory, I found that the soft chairs in the lounge previously occupied by the senior students were empty, and none of the fourth-grade students and above were seen.

"Are they all so positive?" Iger grinned.

"They're all crazy..." Harry walked over with dark circles under his eyes: "Professor McGonagall chose Ron and Seamus as the interpreters for the exam last night, and they were so excited that they didn't sleep all night, and even took time to go to a Go to the principal's office!"

"Good morning, Iger!" Ron came over with a smirk.

"Congratulations on becoming a commentator..." Iger looked at Ron cheerfully.

Ron's expression suddenly froze on his face, and he was very annoyed that he couldn't say it in person, and Harry laughed: "I already told Iger, alright, hurry up to the stadium, I can't wait. "

"The exam starts at nine o'clock, and it's only half past seven..." Iger took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "I'm going to pack up and have breakfast..."

Harry and Ron didn't wait for Iger, and rushed to the court excitedly.

Seeing that Hermione came out of the dormitory, the two went directly to the auditorium.

Today's auditorium is also very lively. Many parents are sitting next to their children and eating breakfast together. Seeing Iger's arrival, they are whispering from time to time.

"Hermione, Iger..." Elsa walked over with a smile: "How was the exam?"

Iger noticed that Elsa put Hermione's name in the front. It seemed that Elsa was very concerned about her relationship with Hermione, and she was in a good mood.

"My exam was waived..." Iger spread his hands and looked calm, while Hermione pulled Elsa to show off her budgeted exam results.

On the long table in the distance, the Weasleys were dotingly beside Ginny, next to Sirius and a blond man.

"Introduction, this is Remus Lupin, this is Iger." Sirius smiled at Iger, and introduced the two to each other.

"Hello, Mr. Lupin." Iger stretched out his small hand, and Remus reached out and shook it crampedly: "Hello."

I have to say that Iger's approachable appearance made Remus more at ease, and even a little excited.

Thankfully, Iger didn't look like Snape over here in the teacher's chair.

Lupin immediately gave Iger an easy impression: this is a good boy...

Snape's face on the teacher's chair was very bad. The most hated person in his life was almost here at one time. Snape only stayed in the auditorium for a while before leaving with a gloomy face.

Iger said hello to the Weasleys and Mrs. Weasleys. Mr. Weasley looked very excited and dragged Iger to ask questions from time to time, making Mrs. Weasley very annoying.

"Iger, that rifle you wrote to me last time...is it any good?" Mr. Weasley looked so excited that few wizards wanted to talk to him about the weird stuff about Muggles, but Iger was an exception .

Because Iger is always trying to push Mr. Weasley for a gun or something...

"There is one of the most powerful guns in Muggles. It's called Gatling. The one with blue fire, it's really powerful..." Iger excitedly told Mr. Weasley about Muggle guns, which provoked a group of people. People look weird...

As the breakfast time ended, there were fewer and fewer people in the auditorium, and Iger and his group walked towards the Quidditch pitch together.

Today is a big day for the Weasley family. Ron was chosen by Professor McGonagall as the narrator, while the twins and Percy took this unique final exam. The Weasleys looked very happy. Well, because Iger said that all students who take this exam will have a strong mark on the scores of the standard wizard test and the advanced wizard test. It is foreseeable that the students who took the test this time will have a good grade after graduation. the place to go.

When they came to the exam venue, Hermione and Elsa followed the Weasleys and Sirius and went directly to the Gryffindor auditorium. The four professors in the venue were already waiting there. The auditorium of the entire stadium was full. All eagerly awaited the appearance of the basilisk.

There were far more people than Iger imagined, and a rough estimate was around 15,000.

Iger felt that it was a bit bad. There were too many people and the venue was too large, which would make the basilisk look too petite, which might not have much impact on viewing.

At this time, Iger was really struggling to decide whether to apply a magnifying spell to the basilisk...

Four professors guarded the entrance of the Quidditch team on both sides. Iger turned his head and looked at the large iron cage covered with black cloth. Iger was very close to the cage, and he could hear the chain rustling in the cage. A rustling shaking sound.

At this time, the surrounding stands are full of parents of school students, some alumni who have graduated, and some international friends.

Iger looked at the stand in the direction of Dumbledore. Dumbledore was sitting beside a group of well-dressed wizards. Iger only recognized one Fudge.

At this time, Fudge also looked at the wizards next to Dumbledore, looking a little stiff. He always felt that Dumbledore seemed to be conspiring against his position, but it seemed that he was the only one who thought so. It feels like Fudge is sitting here all because of the face of the Ministry of Magic...

The British Minister of Magic is quite tall. In fact, although the British Ministry of Magic is a relatively authoritative organization internationally, Fudge's own weight is not so popular internationally. As we all know, most of the British Ministry of Magic The authority and the right to speak are still in the hands of some pure-blooded families. Although these families are selling face to Fudge at work, when the interests of those families are really involved, the face of the Minister of Magic is not as good as imagined. .

If they are really disobedient, those families are fully capable of teaming up to change a minister.

Behind Dumbledore was a tall and sturdy lady, who seemed to be a head taller than Hagrid. Iger thought that she should be the legendary Lady Maxime with a larger skeleton, the headmistress of Beauxbatons.

Next to Ms. Maxime is a relatively thin man~www.wuxiahere.com~ The man's face is gloomy, but judging from the weather in which the grass is growing and the warbler is still wearing a fur hat, the other party is very Probably Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff.

As for the people behind the two, judging from the extraordinary clothes of the group, they should all be a group of internationally renowned wizards.

In the stands, Dumbledore greeted Iger's gaze towards him and smiled, nodded slightly to Iger, and winked a little bit.

But Iger still didn't see what he wanted to express...

As Snape looked at Dumbledore, indicating that it was time, in the stands, Dumbledore stood up, the tall figure looked towards the surrounding stands, and his voice clearly entered the ears of the crowd on the stage. :

"I'm very glad that you can come to Hogwarts today to watch this year's final exam of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It can be said that after the mystery of the secret room that spread far and wide this year was solved, Mr. Iger Morriss, the substitute teacher of our school, organized the event. One of the biggest events at Hogwarts in nearly 100 years, and I am delighted to see such a vibrant school again in my lifetime..."