Classroom No. 7, in a dimly lit secret room.

Cedric Diggory, Roger Davis and Collins Foley form a three-man team against a dark green basilisk with a body of more than fifty feet long.

"Collins! Your direction!" cried Cedric.

Collins immediately closed her eyes, and the next second, she noticed a cold gaze hitting her. Her body began to stiffen, and the magic in her body seemed to condense into solid little by little, as if she wanted to freeze her whole body into a stone, but she knew that this was the effect of the super-sensory curse.

"I'm not a squin!"

She staggered back, panting. "Swoosh!" A sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a stone as big as a palm brushed past her forehead, and blood was drawn from the sharp edges.

She leaned down without saying a word and quietly waited for the opportunity.

"Roger! It's going to see you!"

She heard Cedric's voice again, and opened her eyes suddenly. The "eye curse" that had been brewing for a long time flew out immediately. Before she could confirm the results of the battle, she retreated far away and blocked several broken stones in front of her.

"Only the left eye is left!" Davis's voice reminded.

A few minutes later, the snake monster fell down with bruises. It was still breathing, but it was wounded all over and blinded. Under normal circumstances, it was not far from death.

They gathered together from different places, silently watching the snake monsters scatter into countless green spots of light, and a sense of accomplishment surged in their hearts.

Roger Davis was so tired that he sat on the ground, not caring about his image. He had seen even the worst appearance. This was their fifth time facing the Basilisk, and the first four times were the result of the group's destruction.

"Awesome victory!" Flivie appeared screaming, his legs turned into hazy smoke, holding a long track, and suddenly appeared in front of them.

Cedric grinned. This was when he met Professor Frieve again after he held the armor spell and walked through a black bat cave with a black armor.

The current four administrators have significant differences in personality

The curse professor, Dean of Ravenclaw Frevi, is always passionate and does not hesitate to praise students for any progress, and even acts a little surprised; the professor of Transformation and Dean of Gryffindor McGonagall showed a serious and meticulous character, and she would appear at the beginning and give them some useful advice; and the young Principal Dumbledore liked the most was chatting with people, and the keenness and insight he showed made the students ashamed.

Ancient magical culture professor Haipu is the most alternative. He often appears when they pass the level, stares at them and points out mistakes in a less pleasant way at the right time. He is also happy to personally demonstrate the method of passing the level in their own way after they fail.

"...You should find that seeing the eyes of the snake monster can cause death... This is actually a misunderstanding. Killing a wizard is not easy. If magic does not play a role in it, you will find that their eyes are not much different from ordinary snakes."

As usual, Flivi made a summary of the pass and gave an evaluation of their behavior.

"But professor, the basil monster in the secret room two years ago caused the petrification of a student and a cat." Cedric asked in confusion.

"This does not mean anything. The Basilisk was in an attack state at that time, and any creature that appeared in front of it would be attacked. There is no reason to think that when it was alone, it still maintained a large mass of magic power on its eyes."

Collins calmly analyzed: "Professor Flivie, can I think that the gaze of the basilisk is similar to our magic and is under control?"

Fleve nodded and praised: "That's right, judging from the result of Severus' dissecting the basilkin, that's it!"

"Are there any other examples to prove it, Professor?" Cedric asked.

"Of course! Take the invisible beast as an example..." Fliwei said in a leisurely manner.

Cedric and his friends walked out of the secret room with their tired bodies. The dark, humid, rugged and narrow room slowly disappeared behind them. They were standing on the white and smooth floor at this moment. In the endless space, three buildings of different sizes and styles were strangely combined.

Professor Felix and Professor Sprout came towards him, and they immediately narrowed their eyes and stared at the clothes of the two professors. This was the skill that everyone had mastered over the past month in Classroom 7, and the clothes would emit a faint, silver light.

This is one of the ways to distinguish between real and illusion.

And the two people in front of you... are real.

"Professor Sprout, Professor Hepp!" the three of them greeted. Felix and Sprout nodded gently and walked deeper.

"Cedric, what do you think they are here to do?" Davis asked.

Cedric's eyes stopped on the backs of the two professors, and suddenly showed a surprise expression, with grey eyes looking very eager, "Maybe we are about to welcome a new professor soon..."

Collins Forley, who had always been calm, was slightly surprised: "Don't!"

"Why?" Cedric stared at her, Ms. Sprout was his dean.

"Think about which course she teaches," Collins closed his eyes. "I gave up herbal lessons in the sixth grade just didn't want to take care of the increasingly twisted and ugly plants..."

Her lips trembled, "The stinging poisonous tentacles, the geraniums that bite people, the smooth gills, the mib-mibao with pus splashing... Taking the babo tuber as an example, you only need to observe from a distance in the second grade, and you have to squeeze pus for them in the fourth grade. What is the sixth grade?"

She turned her head and looked at Cedric.

Cedric said bitterly: "Skin and pollinate."

...

Deep in classroom 7, the two professors stood quietly.

A silver, short figure appeared in front of them, becoming clearer and clearer. Felix felt as if he had seen a pair of twins, both of whom had flowing gray hair and a thick hat full of patches.

Sprout's memory hummed, happily pulling magical plants from the air of nothingness, and planted more than a dozen trees in the willows just by hitting people. She took flexible steps and sprinkled black seeds. After a while, clusters of black thorns grew to five or six feet high.

Next to Felix, Professor Sprout looked at the scene in front of him enviously, and the black thorns were wrapped around each other to form a high wall.

"I once suggested Dumbledore to plant a lap on the forbidden forest, but the workload was too great and he had to give up in the end."

"Uh, I think the students have some headaches..."

At the same time, the Weasley twins complained in the common room, sighing that they seemed to have forgotten how to fly. Harry, who was busy making up his homework, was surprised to find that he had not touched a broom for a long time.

So in the evening of the day, he pulled Ron and Hermione, who seemed to drown himself in the sea of ​​books, and slipped to Quidditch Stadium.

The southeast corner of Quidditch Stadium was occupied by a construction site at this time. More than a dozen houses were connected together to form a ring, jointly protecting the tallest building in the center. It was almost a steeple.

Some workers are busy with their last part of their work.

They looked away for a while and sat on the broom to enjoy the cool October wind. Hermione sat on the broom side, letting the broom three feet off the ground, slowly circled around the court, Harry controlled the fire crossbow, and continued to accelerate, and turned into a scarlet shadow. He flew higher and farther and farther, and saw Hagrid walking over with a piece of wood of at least thirty feet from hundreds of feet.

"Hagir, do you need help?" He flew over and circled around Haigir and stopped in front of him.

Hagrid looked at him with a suspicion.

Harry didn't say much, took out his wand and recited a spell: "Yugadimleviosa!"

Hagrid slammed the wood on his shoulders and said roughly: "It's useful..." They returned to the stadium together, and a red-faced witch wearing a sun hat on the construction site shouted: "Here... Hagrid! Work harder, we can finish the work today."

Hagrid carried the wood and stood it up without much effort. Harry next to him could see that it was a support column of the house.

The shouting red-faced witch chanted a spell to fix the pillar. The two people next to her kept looking at the drawings. One of them said in a complaining tone: "Are they going to move the school here? Finn... leave some place, we want to leave a place for the statue."

"Statue? What statue?" cried the wizard named Finn.

"They bring them themselves, but we need to reserve a seat. Do you understand? The place where you stand will be placed in the future."

Harry found Hagrid and asked, "Is this...?"

"The Ifamoni School's residence." Hegel said in simplicity, looking at Hermione and Ron, who was yelling excitedly around the ring above the Quidditch post.

Hager said thoughtfully: "It seems that you have not been so restrained during this period. You can come to me for tea when you have time. Luna and Ginny often come, and Ferenze..."

"Luna and Ginny?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes, I learned a lot from them. Ginny thought about me borrowing Aragork and trying to see if Ron is really not afraid of spiders. You know, she has always been curious..."

"Aragork still... uh, is it okay?" Harry asked, actually trying to say whether the old spider died, but it seemed inappropriate.

"Make it." Hager muttered, "Honestly, it's not good. It has always wanted to go back to the Forbidden Forest, but the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider's Nest has no place, and it can't see through...Felix casts spells every month with a reduction spell, so that I can let it go out regularly, not always in a cage... It's good to bask in the sun and eat some frog eggs..."

He said in a silly manner, which surprised Harry, as if he had missed a lot of things.

When they returned from the court, Hermione was still complaining that she had read fifty pages less, but her expression was smiling. Harry and Ron were used to her insincere words. Ron said that his divination homework had not been finished.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry at all?" Hermione looked at him in confusion.

“Thanks to Harry’s visit to the banned book zone during this period, we have a lot of new ideas,” Ron said. “It helps us maintain a good grade.”

"Yeah, get a high score by making up your own bad luck," Hermione said. "Are you sure Trelawney knows the impact of the spell in the forbidden book area?"

Ron's expression was not so confident, and hesitantly looked at Harry.

At this time, they walked into the foyer and posted a notice on the large bulletin board, and a large group of students were crowding together.

‘Three Strong Championship: Ifamoni’s representative will arrive at 10:00 am on Sunday, October 16. Please prepare in advance.’

"I know!" Ron said loudly, as if he had discovered some truth: "No wonder the professors have repeatedly reminded us to pay attention to etiquette these two days!"
Chapter completed!