Chapter 89: god of love and beauty

Chapter 89: god of love and beauty

"Mr Morrissey? I would like to ask, what is the nature of magic?"

Another Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Today is the last Defence Against the Dark Arts class for the seventh-year students at Hogwarts. The students feel a little bit sad about this.

Of course, it's just a trace, and no one knows if they are celebrating leaving Iger's class...

When graduation came, the questions asked by a group of graduates also began to be tricky, and it seemed that they wanted to embarrass the little professor in front of them before leaving.

It's better to be able to make him cry, to see how cute he is, right? A group of girls looked at Iger and thought maliciously.

"Very...tricky question...Miss Johnson..." Iger nodded slightly.

The girl's name is Ruth Johnson, a cousin of Angelina, but not so prominent in the academy, a girl from Hufflepuff.

"Muggles have a science called physics--of course, this science is not so useful in the wizarding world, but this science mainly explores the... essence of everything." Iger's eyes glanced at the students in the class.

"But Muggle principles are obviously impossible to apply to wizards. The question of what is the essence of magic has been a problem that has plagued wizards since ancient times, because we do not have a standard for measuring magic and a means to measure its essence." Iger spoke slowly and unhurriedly, his soft voice with a hint of elegance: "Some people say... the deepest part of magic is the dark abyss, and some people say that superb magic should be boundless love, if you ask me what the essence is What, I can't tell you definitively, but what I can tell you is that in my understanding of magic is...what kind of..."

"You all know that Mr. Longbottom of Gryffindor, he couldn't even cast a floating spell until the second year of school..." The corners of Iger's mouth were slightly raised, and the class suddenly burst into laughter.

Neville Longbottom, a legendary figure, in the eyes of a group of students, his essence is not much different from the Squib.

"Everyone should also know me well, it's not that I'm boasting, I'm strong." Iger pointed to himself and smiled at a group of students who nodded their heads: "Of course, I'm definitely not like this from the beginning. Qiang, my starting point is exactly the same as Mr Longbottom, except I'm very handsome and I have more magic...I don't think I'm any more than him."

The laughter below grew louder, accompanied by bursts of boos, Iger's narcissism is known to every student.

"It's just that I have something that Mr. Longbottom didn't have at the beginning, but he has it now, can someone tell me what it is?" Iger looked at the group of students below.

Below, a Gryffindor girl raised her hand tentatively. Iger watched her smack her lips and spread her hand gently: "It's confidence, it's belief."

So what were you just asking? Are you crazy? The girl gave Iger a roll of eyes angrily.

"In my eyes, in my cognition, in my subconscious, I am very strong. Every time I learn a new spell, I will carefully write down all the points, and then I will succeed because I Never think that I will fail." Iger explained in detail what he thought every time he cast a spell: "In contrast, Neville would subconsciously tell himself in his heart before every incident, this is too difficult, I don't It might be successful, how could I be so good, no! I can't!"

"I think it's not just him who has this problem, but his performance is relatively strong." Iger looked at the students below and smiled, and some students suddenly laughed awkwardly, most of them were poor grades students.

"There is a science in this world called philosophy, which is mainly divided into two basic factions: materialism and idealism. The basic meaning of idealism is on the basic philosophical issue of the relationship between thinking and existence, spirit and matter, that spirit ... also That is, consciousness is the primary nature, matter is the second nature, spirit determines matter, and matter is the product of spirit." Iger explained in detail: "In my opinion, whether our wizards are strong or not is a kind of idealism, belief. Victory! No one is born strong, and no one is born a waste, Neville is now the fastest group of students in silent casting control, and his grades have improved by leaps and bounds, which is also related to his mentality."

"So, if you want to ask me about the nature of magic, then I can only tell you my perception: magic is a manifestation of our spiritual world's beliefs and desires." Iger looked at the students below seriously and said softly: " Therefore, I also hope that you will always have an indomitable belief in your future life, and I sincerely hope that one day I can hear the news that you are getting better and better, which is the last thing I teach you."

When the voice fell, the class was silent for a while, and then applause broke out warmly, and even some passing portraits in the picture frames on the wall applauded with a smile.

The eyes of a group of girls were slightly red. They didn't make Iger cry, but Iger almost made me cry...

"Mr Morrissey, as you said, if the essence of magic is belief, and whether it is strong or not depends on whether your belief is strong, then do you mean that even the existence of the mysterious man... has some kind of Faith?" A boy raised his hand high and looked at Iger.

The boy's name is Glencoe Green. It is said that he is the descendant of the brothers Grimm who wrote the fairy tale. Their ancestry is German, and they are considered mixed blood.

"Of course, even Voldemort..."

A terrified inhalation sounded, and Iger continued to speak a little irritably: "Even Voldemort has beliefs. If I am proud and Dumbledore is confident, then Voldemort is inflated, and extreme conceit can be regarded as one. This belief, after all, the human heart has always been an unpredictable thing."

"But I can tell you one thing clearly... If you keep this terrified attitude towards this name, then you will never have his achievements." Iger's face was flat: "Although I don't know his Whether what he has done can be described as an achievement, but I have to say that what he has done is quite successful, if he put his desire purely on power, then he would have been the Minister of Magic."

"What is his desire?" A girl looked at Iger curiously.

"Immortal life..." Iger sneered: "His ancestors can't do it, he can only hang in the principal's room, what is he..."

"Is there really such a magic?" the girl asked in hot pursuit, looking very curious.

The girl is Muggle-born and her name is Chris Danny.

"Maybe, but it's definitely not something he can do with the messy and evil methods he used." Iger chuckled softly: "What the ancient Titans can't do, do you expect a mentally ill madman to do it? "

"Titan... isn't it a legend?" Chris looked at Iger in surprise.

"When I was still in the Muggle orphanage, I thought the wizard was also the legendary Miss Danny..." Iger grinned, and Ban Li burst into laughter.

"But what about Muggles? Muggles also have people with beliefs." Chris seemed to want to see Iger's face, and still asked relentlessly.

"The big octopus in the black lake can't grow wings and fly to the sky no matter how confident it is, Miss Dany, this involves the issue of blood..." Iger looked calm.

Danny sat in a chair in frustration, winking at the students around him, and soon another student began to attack Iger.

"Ah... Mr. Sparrow, is there any problem?" Iger looked at the handsome boy in front of him cheerfully.

"Mr Morriss... do you know what the strongest spell is?"

Elda looked at Iger eagerly.

"The life-suppressing spell is very strong, but I don't think this spell can help you cook. It's better to say that this kind of question itself is meaningless." Iger looked at Elda and shook his head slightly: "There is no strongest spell. , only the most suitable spell..."

"Is Avada really strong?" Elda asked curiously, a group of 18-year-old teenagers looked curiously at the 12-year-old little professor on the stage.

As the most terrifying of the three unforgivable spells, the students' curiosity about this spell is beyond the sky, and of course, the level of fear is not low.

"Avada was originally a magic spell used to give the opponent the final blow after the opponent fell to the ground in a real duel, allowing people to die without torture. It was a respect for the opponent, but that was hundreds of years ago. It's a thing, now the meaning of this spell has completely changed." Iger twitched his mouth, not knowing what he was sarcastic about: "Now this spell is just a simple spell used by thugs to scare people. In fact, if You will cast this spell on those who endanger you one day, and you will find that the originally ferocious guys are as good as a little sheep..."

"So if we master this spell, we will become stronger?" Elda blinked at Iger.

Iger looked at the students below, and listened to the slightly heavy breathing in the class with a hint of sarcasm: "No... The only thing that is powerful is the spell, you are still weak."

"The strength of human beings has nothing to do with spells. Once a woman's desire to protect her children breaks out, whether it is the powerful and unparalleled death curse in your mouth, or the mighty Voldemort, all are in After a ray of light, it becomes dull, and farts are not..." Iger laughed softly: "I said, faith will win. When Harry's mother faced Voldemort, her faith in protecting her child defeated Voldemort, so she summoned it. Ancient magic protected Harry and caused the death curse to rebound, so Voldemort was killed by a one-year-old child, isn't it ironic? I can't think of it, hahaha..."

"Think about it, who would have thought that the famous...the mighty Dark Lord would be planted in the hands of a treasured mother who has just given birth to a child for about a year?" Iger sneered, and the clamor in the classroom sounded, and all the students were surprised Whispering, looking at the surprised eyes of a group of students, Iger snapped his fingers and wrote a line of chalk on the blackboard behind him: Αφροδ??τη…

"This is the spell... The **** of love and beauty, Dumbledore calls that power love... I think it's quite appropriate." A smile crossed the corner of Iger's mouth: "Answer me, Mr. Sparrow..."

"Do you have someone you love?" Iger looked at Elda calmly.

"Yes, sir..." Elda didn't know what Iger wanted to say.

"Who?" Iger's voice was flat.

"I...father, and my mother...and my sister..." Elda looked at Iger and swallowed. The calmer Iger was, the more difficult it was to provoke. This is common sense...

"Ah, that's it..." Iger nodded clearly and said leisurely: "If your loved one is behind you, will you stand in front of them and use yourself desperately? life to protect them?"

"Yes, sir." Elda looked at Iger seriously, her eyes very firm.

"That's enough. Look, each of us can defeat Voldemort, but at most the price is a bit high. It's just a life for a life. Although there are not many people like this, there are not too many people, right?" Iger spread his hands and looked at it. The students below laughed.

"This spell was invented by a mother who was eager to protect her children thousands of years ago when the dark wizards in Europe were rampant. After people at that time learned this spell, it once curbed the development of dark wizards. For a long time, until the various countries began to establish the Ministry of Magic, the dark wizards began to go underground, and this spell was sealed up because it was easy to cause the user to commit suicide, and was later forgotten as time passed. ."

Iger said in a low voice, as if telling a very great thing: "Until one day, a girl named Lily saw this spell in the library at Hogwarts, and later she married a The boy named Potter, you should already know what happened next..."

"The requirements to use are very simple and very difficult Selfless love, willing to die for others...then you can make your loved ones never hurt by the target..."

Iger's voice fell, and a few girls below were sobbing softly, not knowing what they were thinking.

A group of graduating students failed in the end, didn't see Iger crying, and finally made themselves squeak...

After class, seeing the students sparsely leave the classroom, Dumbledore's figure appeared behind Iger at some point.

"I have to say, this is really a great Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Morrissey..." Dumbledore looked at the students leaving with a distant gaze: "Your class today may affect their For the rest of your life, if you can, I very much hope that you will stay and continue in this position after you graduate... Although I know that is not realistic, your path should not be just a teacher."

"I think it's good to be a teacher. You see, I don't need to mark the homework..." Iger grinned, and then pouted slightly: "It's just that there are more courses..."