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 Iger hissing in his mouth, and then the basilisk broke away with a bang and stood tall in front of Iger.

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

"That... I'm joking..." Iger hissed and explained sincerely.

But it looked like the basilisk didn't want to talk to him, and gave him a fang.

Iger picked up Fox, turned around and ran, frantically releasing many obstacles along the way, the basilisk staggered and staggered after being hit, and it seemed that he was about to explode with anger.

Iger felt a little numb in his claws. At least so far, he hadn't come up with any way to control the basilisk. The big guy in front of him seemed to be unwilling to communicate with him.

Think about it, after all, no one is so good-natured that one second someone just had their eyeballs pulled, and the next second they chatted with the amiable one. This kind of thing won't come to a conclusion if you don't think about it...

Iger didn't look at the basilisk as if it had a communication IQ. He kept shouting to shred, tear and kill something, but there was no organized language.

The situation in the secret room was out of control. The basilisk's thick tail kept whipping 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 upside down around the serpentine embossed pillar. In a nutshell, it's probably:

The basilisk chases the egg, the egg rolls around the column, the cardinal is held in his hand, and everywhere...

The picture is both terrifying and absurd...

"Suppression from the Ten Directions!" Iger pointed at the wand in his hand, and dozens of iron cables wound up around the basilisk's body, but the basilisk learned to be smart this time, and the moment the chain stuck to his body, it was a dragon wagging its tail. , slipped out of the gap along the chain without slippery autumn.

"Tsk...mistake..." Iger gritted his teeth, he learned the spell of Shifang Suppression from the library, and it was usually used to restrain dragons, but although basilisks are of the same level as dragons, snakes The monster is more flexible than the dragon, which is easy to bind with its bony horns.

Basilisk and fire dragon are both 5X on the registration set up by the Ministry of Magic. For ordinary people, there is no difference. If they encounter it, they will die. However, for Iger, who can hit hard anus, the difference is big. In almost all cases, the way of fighting is very important.

"Except your weapons!"

A burst of red light of 'Boom' spurted out from the tip of the stick and slammed into the basilisk. The huge and ferocious body was instantly hit by the red light and flew out, screaming and flung in the distance. on the stone wall.

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

What Arvada eats big melons and so on, compared to removing your weapon, it's simply weak.

The protagonist's royal curse is really not a joke...

Of course, in addition to the magic spell that strictly speaking belongs to the category of disarming and retreating the enemy, your weapon itself has its own striking power, and then released by the irritable magic launcher of Iger, whose magic attribute is comparable to the evil little mage, causing The power is still very impressive.

For Iger, killing the basilisk is not difficult, but controlling the basilisk is difficult...

"Suppression from ten directions! All petrified! Fainted to the ground! Quickly imprisoned! Hanging the golden bell! Eating slugs!!" Iger pointed the wand in his hand and pointed at the basilisk, which was an output: "grin! La! La!"

The basilisk in front of him suddenly flew upside down, slugs spewed from the big mouth of the blood basin, and were entangled by thick iron ropes and reins. to control it.

The tip of the wand was smoking lightly. Iger blew lightly at the wand, and then his eyes narrowed slightly. The tip of his wand was slightly charred.

"Suppression in the ten directions! Suppression in the ten directions!"

The two-way suppression curse went on again, and Iger nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the basilisk bound into the M shape in front of him.

The one-meter-thick basilisk still spewed slugs on its big head, and Iger didn't know when it would vomit. The big guy in front of him had high magic resistance, and the thick scales made it start to wake up.

Iger looked curiously at the ferocious beast in front of him. He didn't intend to do too much interrogation. It was clear from the half-day contest that this thing had a low IQ. Like a fire dragon, it was a type that couldn't communicate.

He took out a large bottle from his bosom, and 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 shone back and forth in the bottle, which was viscous and evil, but according to Snape, the stronger the poison, the more valuable the potion was. Iger decided to squeeze the basilisk. Dry!

The basilisk's hideous fangs have a tiny hole that is hard to see with the naked eye. Iger was surprised that, unlike ordinary poisonous snakes, each of the basilisk's teeth has an undetectable poison hole. After thinking about it, in order to His own students, Iger decided to knock out all the snake teeth.

He did what he said. Bottles of water of life and death were poured into the belly of the Basilisk as if it were not worth money. Iger took the Sorting Hat off his head, and after fumbling for a long time, he couldn't take out the sword.

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

"With all due respect, Iger, I've been on your head just now. You're not as brave as Gryffindor. I can read your inner thoughts. You're a little cowardly just now..." The folds on the Sorting Hat opened. one.

"Oh? Is that so?" Iger sneered, carrying the Sorting Hat and approached the Basilisk: "How about I wake it up and show me what bravery is?"

With a 'dang bang' sound, a mithril sword fell to the ground, and the Sorting Hat remained quietly in Iger's hand, as if it wasn't the one who spoke just now.

In fact, the Sorting Hat felt that Iger was very brave, but it was a fly in the ointment for the Sorting Hat to coerce to blackmail Little Phoenix, but from the appearance of Iger, it was obvious that he did not want to have too many theories with him. Don't talk too much about the products of alchemy. After all, you can't see your head when you look down. It's not good to hurt your feelings...

The sword in his hand rested lightly on the base of the basilisk's teeth, and with a slight stroke of Iger, a poisonous fang fell to the ground, and the hands kept moving~www.readwn.com~ Two minutes later, a string of poisonous teeth in Iger's hand was like a wind chime The voices collided crisply, and returned with a bucket of pale green venom, the basilisk behind him was tied in mid-air by hundreds of iron cables.

The picture is horrific.

With a 'pop', Iger appeared in the principal's room, where Dumbledore was receiving guests, and the person Iger also knew, Cornelius Fudge...

"Good morning, Mr. Minister." Iger smiled and looked at Fudge in front of him: "I don't know what you are doing here when you come to the humble house?"

Fudge was stunned and thought for a while. Iger was right. Hogwarts belongs to Iger, and he is more qualified to say this than anyone else.

"Ah... Iger, you are..." Fudge looked at Iger cheerfully, and then looked at Iger's dirty body and the phoenix in his hands and raised his brows slightly: "Just woke up?"

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

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched: "I just smashed the eyes of the basilisk, and I managed to control it. Look, this is the trophy I got, a bunch of fangs, a big pot of venom..."

Saying that, Iger threw the half-dead Fox on the table next to him, and took out his trophies from his arms, a large string of fangs, a jar of venom, and two big yellow, smashed eyes that were caught. son.

Just one glance at the two pulpy eyeballs gave Fudge a burst of heart palpitations.

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

"Of course, but the eyeballs were cut by Fox." Iger decided to tell the truth and not to take the credit, so maybe everyone can work together in the future. won't help anymore...