Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Fox couldn't understand what Iger said. What Iger said was neither human nor bird language, but Parseltongue.

Anyway, Fox only saw the hiss in Iger's mouth, and then the basilisk broke free of the iron chain with a bang, and stood tall in front of Iger.

Iger blinked and saw that the curse that bound the dragon was broken away by the basilisk, and his head short-circuited for a while.

"That... I'm joking..." Iger hissed and explained with a sincere expression.

But it seems that the basilisk doesn't want to talk to him, and gave him a fang.

Iger picked up Fox, turned around and ran, crazily releasing obstacles along the way, and the basilisk staggered one after another when it was hit, and it seemed that it was about to explode.

Iger felt a little numb. At least so far, he hasn't figured out any way to control the basilisk. The big guy in front of him seems unwilling to communicate with him.

Thinking about it, after all, no one has such a good temper that one second his eyeballs were plucked, and the next second he chats with an amiable one. This kind of thing will not come to fruition if you don't use your brains...

Iger didn't look like a basilisk with a communication IQ. He kept shouting about tearing, tearing and killing, but he didn't have any organizational language.

The situation in the secret room is out of control. The basilisk's thick tail kept slapping the surrounding buildings, smelling Iger's smell and destroying it all the way. Iger hugged his head to hide from the gravel, and carried Fox around the snake-embossed pillars everywhere. Running around, in simple terms, is probably:

The basilisk chased the eggs, the eggs rolled around the column, and the linnet was in his hand, buzzing everywhere...

The picture is horrifying and absurd...

"Suppression from all directions!" Iger pointed his wand in his hand, and dozens of iron cables wound up along the body of the basilisk, but the basilisk learned smart this time, and the moment the chains stuck to its body, it was like a dragon wagging its tail , slipped out along the gap in the chain chain.

"Tsk...Mistake..." Iger gritted his teeth. He learned the curse of Shifang Suppression from the library. It is usually used to restrain dragons. However, although the basilisk is a species of the same level as the dragon, the snake Monsters are more flexible than dragons with bony horns that are easy to restrain.

The basilisk and fire dragon are both 5X on the registration set up by the Ministry of Magic. For ordinary people, there is actually no difference. In almost all cases, the battle style is very important.

"Disarm you!"

A burst of red light spewed out from the tip of the 'boom', fiercely blasting at the basilisk, its huge and ferocious body flew upside down by the red light, screaming and flung it to the ground in the distance. on the stone wall.

"Sure enough, it's still the most powerful weapon except yours..." Iger looked at the wand in his hand with some emotion.

What Avada eats big melons and so on, compared to your weapon, it is simply weak.

The protagonist's imperial spell is really not a joke...

Of course, except that your weapon is strictly speaking a spell that belongs to the category of disarming and repelling the enemy, which itself has the power of hitting, and then released by Iger, a violent magic launcher whose magic attribute is comparable to that of an evil little mage, causing The power is still very impressive.

For Iger, killing the basilisk is not difficult, the hard part is controlling the basilisk...

"Suppression from all directions! All petrified! Fainted! Quickly imprisoned! Fuchsia! Eat slugs!!" Iger pointed his wand at the basilisk and output: "Grin! La! La!"

The basilisk in front of it immediately flew upside down, with slugs gushing out of its bloody mouth, and was entangled with thick iron ropes and reins. took it under control.

There was curling light smoke from the tip of the wand, Iger blew lightly on the wand, then his eyes narrowed slightly, the tip of his wand was slightly burnt black,

Did you play with Fiendfire?

"Suppression from all directions! Suppression from all directions!"

After two more suppressing spells, Iger nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the M-shaped basilisk in front of him.

The head of the one-meter-thick basilisk is still spouting slugs, and Iger doesn't know when it will spit it out. The big guy in front of him has high magic resistance, and the thick scales make it wake up.

Iger looked curiously at the ferocious giant beast in front of him, and didn't plan to do too much interrogation. It can be seen from the half-day contest just now that this thing has a low IQ. Like the fire dragon, it belongs to the type that cannot communicate.

Taking out a large bottle from his bosom, Iger inserted it into the basilisk's fangs, and the snake venom slowly flowed in along the mouth of the bottle.

The dark green snake venom was flowing back and forth in the bottle with a trace of crystal, viscous and evil, but according to Snape, the more powerful the poison, the more valuable the potion made, Iger decided to squeeze the basilisk Dry!

There is a small hole on the tip of the basilisk's ferocious fangs that is invisible to the naked eye. To Iger's surprise, it is different from ordinary poisonous snakes. His own students, Iger decided to knock out all the snake teeth.

Just do what you say, and bottles of life and death water were poured into the basilisk's stomach without money. Iger took the sorting hat off his head, and after fumbling for a long time, he couldn't come up with the sword.

"Where's my sword?" Iger looked at the sorting hat in his hand with an unfriendly expression.

"With all due respect, Iger, I have been on your head just now. You are not as brave as Gryffindor. I can read your inner thoughts. You were a little cowardly just now..." The folds on the sorting hat parted one together.

"Oh? Really?" Iger sneered, holding the sorting hat and approaching the basilisk: "How about I wake it up and show me what it means to be brave?"

With a bang, a mithril sword fell to the ground, and the sorting hat was quietly in Iger's hand, as if it wasn't the one who spoke just now.

In fact, the Sorting Hat thinks that Iger is very brave, but the coercion and blackmail of Little Phoenix makes the Sorting Hat feel that there is a fly in the ointment, but seeing Iger's appearance, it is obvious that he does not want to argue too much with him. Don't talk too much about alchemy products, after all, it's not good to hurt your feelings if you look down and don't see you up...

The sword in his hand rested lightly on the root of the basilisk's tooth, and Iger swiped lightly, and a fang fell to the ground. His hand kept moving. Two minutes later, a string of fangs in Iger's hand collided with each other like a wind chime. , carrying a bucket full of miserable green venom, and the basilisk behind him was tied up in the air by hundreds of iron chains without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The picture was horrific.

With a bang, Iger's figure appeared in the principal's room. In the principal's room, Dumbledore was receiving guests. The person Iger also knew was Cornelius Fudge...

"Good morning, Minister." Iger looked at Fudge in front of him with a smile: "I don't know what to do if you come to the humble house?"

Fudge was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, Iger was right. Hogwarts belonged to Iger, and he was more qualified to say this than anyone else.

"Ah... Iger, you are..." Fudge looked at Iger cheerfully, then looked at Iger's dirty body and the upside-down Phoenix in his hand, and frowned slightly: "Just woke up?"

So...did I sleep with the basilisk or the bird? Can you explain it to me?

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched: "I just blinded the basilisk's eyes and controlled it. Look, this is the spoils I got, a bunch of fangs, a big jar of venom..."

As he said that, Iger casually threw the half-dead Fox onto the table beside him, and took out his spoils from his arms, a bunch of fangs, a jar of venom, and two yellow, rotten eyes that had been caught son.

Just looking at the two rotten eyeballs, Fudge felt palpitations.

"You...did it?" Fudge pointed to the items on the table.

"Of course, but the eyeballs were picked out by Fox." Iger decided to tell the truth, not to take credit, so maybe we can work together in the future, if we take credit from others, maybe this brainless stupid bird won't help...