Chapter 48 Final Exam
Gilderoy Lockhart: Liar or Thief? "
Early the next morning, such a piece of news appeared in the Daily Prophet. However, with Iger's intervention, Rita did not dare to write Dumbledore as an old lunatic who did not understand people and was dim-sighted. It depicts the centenarian's helplessness in finding a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He also praised Iger for being a student as this year's substitute teacher. He tried his best to praise Iger's excellence, which made Iger himself feel embarrassed. .
"Although it's annoying..." Hermione sat next to Egg and looked at the Daily Prophet in her hand: "But I have to say that this woman is very good at deceiving people. Well...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 the Dark Lord..." Egg looked at Lucius's proud face in the newspaper and smacked his lips: " This guy really spent 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: "It's great, this year The defense class must be very good."
Not only Harry, but also the students in the auditorium this morning had their eyes wandering on Iger. Not only the students, but also Snape.
Snape's face was ugly. He originally 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 of the 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 appear halfway...
However, regarding Egger's role as a substitute teacher, even though Snape was very unhappy that he could not become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he could still accept it when he saw that the students he taught had become professors. , but when he thought that he failed to win, Snape was still angry, and he planned to give Harry a hard time in the next Potions class.
If you have something to do, go to Harry, if nothing happens, go to Harry, there's nothing wrong...
On the other hand, when Egg became a substitute teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he realized how hard it was to be a professor at Hogwarts.
Seven school years! Two classes per school year, at least fourteen classes per week!
This means that Egger has to teach students most of the time, and the other professors seem to be very considerate of him and only need him to complete his daily homework. In fact, Egger's homework on Snape's side I never wrote it normally, basically it was ghostwritten by Malfoy...
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"Iger Morriss." Iger looked at the large group of sixth graders sitting below: "After class, I am your junior. In class, you can call me professor, or sir."
Vaguely, the snickering sounds of several boys reached Iger's ears. Iger's lips curled up: "You only have one main course this year: Silent Curse. Fortunately, this is the one I am best at. I hope to Before the end of this year, everyone can master this relatively practical skill, especially students who want to be Aurors after graduation."
"So, who can tell me, what are the common dark magic defense spells you have learned in the past few years?" Egg asked, looking down.
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. Egger had no doubt that even if Lockhart taught, Percy would definitely be able to Answer what Lockhart's favorite color is…
"The disarming spell will remove your weapons." Percy said: "The armor will protect you, turn them all to stone, and imprison them quickly..."
Percy stood up and spoke a long list of commonly used magic spells.
"Please sit down, five points for Gryffindor." Egg nodded: "Then I would like to ask everyone here, what Mr. Weasley just said, do any of you actually use or master these magic spells? ?"
Suddenly a burst of laughter came 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 little pocket watch from his arms and shook it: "So, who of you speaks the fastest, I want to ask him to shout Curse, let's see how long it takes."
"Me!" Wood raised his hand and looked at Egger hastily.
"Okay, come on, I'll shout start, and you'll shout a magic spell." Egger signaled: "Ready...start!"
"Expelliarmus!" 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 came over with a wooden stick in his hand: "Speaking fast is a good thing for a wizard who masters magic spells. , but I want to tell everyone that no matter how fast you speak, it will never be able to match the reaction of your brain and body."
As he spoke, Egger waved his hand, and the small wooden stick in the dummy's hand immediately spun and flew out: "Who can tell me how many seconds it took to do that just now?"
No one answered. A group of students looked at Egger's wandless spell casting in surprise. Although Egger was good at wandless spellcasting and silent spellcasting, the students didn't know much about him because he was not usually very high-profile.
"What is black magic?" Egger's eyes were dull: "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 have mastered silent spellcasting."
"Expelliarmus?" Iger chuckled: "Reciting a magic spell during a battle is an act of irresponsibility and irresponsibility for one's own life. No matter how fast Wood shouted just now, during that time , is enough for a dark wizard to silently cast two killing curses on you, do you want to shout about armor protection again?"
As he spoke, Egger snapped his fingers, and the long table in front of the students flew out immediately, signaling all the students to stand up. Egger walked to the podium and looked at the group of students below who were much taller than him: "Actual combat is about change. I think the most powerful and fastest shortcut, whether using a pen or paper, is not as good as letting you use your body to remember the feeling of silent spellcasting."
After emphasizing the secret of silent casting several times, Egger enveloped the entire class with a silent spell with a smile, 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 to make a sound regardless of species or what happened. The only thing you have to do is to block my spell. Now... line up in a row!"
The faces of a group of students suddenly turned pale.
"There may be some strange curses! For example, it will make you have pockmarks on your face." Egger continued to write with a smile.
Below, the faces of a group of girls turned paler...
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In the evening, in the auditorium, Egger happily sat at a long table and ate dinner. Not far away, a group of fifth and sixth grade students looked at Egger resentfully.
The sixth grade course is silent casting. Under Egger's tireless teaching in two classes, half of the students finally successfully mastered the silent casting of the Iron Armor Curse.
As for the fifth-grade students, because of the upcoming ordinary wizard level examination, Egger also prepared their basic knowledge. At the very least, many of them can cast spells coherently today.
After one day of classes, Egger 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 had many things they couldn't remember about magic spells, and many even needed them. I wonder if there is any magic spell that can be used...
Outside the auditorium, Harry Ron ran in happily. Harry looked at Egg and grinned: "How do you feel?"
"It feels...that's it..." Iger curled his lips.
"Harry and I have been looking forward to you giving us the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but it seems that it will have to wait until next Monday." Ron said with some regret, and then looked at Egg with some expectancy: "Egg , do you leave homework?"
"No." Egger shook his head: "I mainly teach through practical exercises. Homework is of no use. I just need to take a short test in class occasionally for basic theory."
"That's great!" Harry laughed happily: "Snape left it on Monday..."
"No need to write." Egg shrugged and said. Harry and Ron jumped up excitedly and hurriedly informed Seamus and the others of the news.
"It's not good for you to be like this, Egg." Hermione's clear voice sounded from behind. Egg turned his head and looked at Hermione with a smile: "Don't tell me that you have finished your homework."
"That's it..." Hermione said dryly, sitting next to Egg: "I heard from Percy when I came here that they were almost going crazy after being tortured by you."
"Didn't he say that at least half of the people have learned to cast spells silently?" Egger said somewhat unhappily.
"He said that they think your behavior is called potential stimulation, and Wood and the others are worried that you will lead a dragon into it next time in class..." Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"That's a good idea..." Egg nodded.
"One more thing, Professor McGonagall hopes that I can be your tutor in other subjects, so that your grades will not fall too far." Hermione cleared her throat, raised her chin with a little pride, and looked at Egg sideways. That expression is just short of saying: come and praise me.
"I don't think it's necessary..." Egg spread his hands: "I have already previewed before coming to school, just to prepare."
"No!" Hermione suddenly shouted in embarrassment: "I have to test your Herbology and History of Magic. I can ignore the rest!"
"If you insist on doing that, then come to my room tonight." Egg held out his fingers to rest on Hermione's chin and said slightly flirtatiously. The little girl's face suddenly turned red...
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"I assure you, if you cannot master silent spellcasting, your final exam this year may be very dangerous." Egg stood on the podium and looked at the seventh graders below.
Like the sixth-grade students, the seventh-grade students seemed equally disdainful of Iger's words.
"Professor Trelawney still reports the death of a student every year. I haven't seen anyone die in such a long time..." A little girl muttered.
"But I will definitely do what I said. I hope your uncle has reminded you. Miss Shaker." Egg turned his head and glanced at the girl.
The girl who spoke was called Paramy Shakur. She had a dark face and was a niece of the Kingsley family. She was a descendant of the Shakur family among the twenty-eight pure-blood tribes.
"At the same time, if you can pass this year's final exam, I can apply to Professor Dumbledore to add a highlight to your NEWT qualification certificate." Egg laughed: "I can give you a reminder, that is This year you will be assessed together with the fourth, fifth and sixth grade students, and you will face a giant monster that has lived for thousands of years. I don't want me, as the examiner, to have to collect your corpses..."
Egg's sinister sneer looked like Snape to a group of students, who shuddered violently.
That's right, Egger's plan is to use the Basilisk as an assessment for the fourth graders at the end of this year. Of course, before that, Egger will definitely let Fox blind the Basilisk's eyes...
Originally, Egger planned to kill the basilisk by himself, but after thinking about it, he didn't dare to confront the basilisk without Fox. It would be bad if he was stared to death, but what about bringing the phoenix? …Killing it is no fun, there is no sense of accomplishment at all.
Therefore, Iger plans to bring that thing to the Quidditch stadium, invite some celebrities to watch it, and sell a lot of tickets by the way...
Those are all shining gold galleons! The best way to recycle waste…
"The thousand-year-old monster..." A whisper came: "Is he planning for us to face Professor Dumbledore?"
"It's impossible. Professor Dumbledore is a century-old monster. I think it might be the Sorting Hat..." A boy muttered in a low voice: "That broken hat has been around for thousands of years. Who knows if it has any strange abilities?"
"I can tell you for sure, it's not that thing, Mr. Sparrow..." The corner of Egg's mouth raised slightly: "Of course, I can give you some clues. If you solve them, then I will add five points to that college. Ten points.ＵU看书ｗww.uukｎshu.ｎnet"
With that said, Egger turned around and wrote a few lines on the blackboard:
'In the secret room left behind before leaving,
Strange inaudible voices whisper.
Thousand-year-old monsters roam the castle,
Fifty years ago, a ghost of the dead was taken away.
At the end of this year, the four colleges will join hands again,
I opened the door to the secret room again,
You will face a common enemy.
Be careful not to touch its gaze,
Otherwise you will die...
Look for it before fear comes.
Take a guess and be prepared for the fight. '
This was Egg's reminder to the seventh-grade students. Soon, this reminder appeared in the common rooms of the four colleges, immediately igniting the enthusiasm of the students.
"Egg said we are facing a monster that has lived for thousands of years?" Ron looked very frightened: "Could it be a big spider?"
"It's the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh grade. It doesn't have anything to do with us!" Hermione emphasized: "And I don't think there are spiders in the secret room."
"How are you sure?" Ron said a little unconvinced. In his eyes, there was nothing more terrifying than spiders.
"Because I told her what was in there." Ige's voice came, and a group of little lions immediately surrounded them, hoping that Ige could give them a hint.
"Fifty points! Egg, you must join our own academy!" Ron looked at him excitedly.
"I'm sorry, I can't. It will 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.