Chapter 233: hahahaha~
"Pfft...ha..." Hermione got wet from the water polo, pulled up the quilt on the bed next to her and put it on her body, looking at Iger slowly walking out of the water in surprise: "Water? The second level is underwater?"
Iger nodded: "Yes, underwater, is there any guess?"
"Underwater...singing..." Hermione paused, then raised her head to look at Iger: "Mermaid? Mermaid in the Black Lake?"
"That's right." Iger nodded: "Your second level is to find people underwater, with a one-hour time limit."
Hermione nodded, suppressing her surprise.
"You don't have any ideas?" Iger raised his eyelids.
"I'll be able to make headshots." Hermione raised her smooth little chin confidently.
"You will freeze to death." Iger gave Hermione a slanted glance: "In the Black Lake at the end of February, the water temperature will definitely freeze to death, not to mention staying underwater for an hour, the bubble head spell is not very useful, once You're frozen so stiff that a palm-sized Grindylo could easily drown you."
Hermione was startled: "Then I should..."
"Gillsweed." Iger shrugged and gave the most appropriate answer directly.
Hermione was suddenly discouraged: "You make this level less difficult, so I have no value at all..."
"Of course not, your value is your execution." Iger shook his head: "I said before that cheating is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, this is not to lie to you, you think... a teenager Can a wizard take an egg from under a fire dragon's **** the first time he sees it, unscathed, simply by virtue of his own abilities?"
"It's a bit unrealistic..." Hermione opened her mouth.
"That's right." Iger nodded: "Other people won't rely on their own abilities to get clues, but this doesn't mean you have no value. Your value is that you can set a good decision. The plan is implemented.”
When Iger said this, Hermione suddenly felt that she was also very good.
In fact, it's really good, but the little girl's goal of comparing has never been right. Compared with humans, she has to compare with demons...
...
"Potter! Weasley! Can you concentrate a little more?" Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice resounded in the classroom like a whip, causing Harry and Ron to raise their heads.
"If you really have to compete in swordsmanship in my class..." Professor McGonagall looked angrily at the fake wand in Harry and Ron's hands that were comparing long swords: "Then I'd be happy to find a swordsmanship for you. Teacher! Mr Morrissey?"
"I would like to serve you..." Iger smirked and drew out a mithril sword...
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Ron's fake wand turned into a tinned parrot, Harry's fake wand turned into a rubber haddock...
"I ask you two! Potter! And Weasley! Can you make your behavior age-appropriate?" Professor McGonagall said, glancing at the two of them.
The voice fell, and the fish head in Harry's hand fell silently, and fell softly to the floor--Ron's parrot's sharp beak just pecked it off...
Iger looked at the cod head hanging on the ground, as if he was touched by a strange laugh, one couldn't help laughing, the magical laughter echoed in the classroom, and Professor McGonagall looked at him with a black line.
Glancing at Iger fiercely, Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and patted the staff desk in front of him: "I have a few words to tell you all..."
"The Christmas ball is coming--this is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and it's also a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests." Professor McGonagall's voice fell, and the students in the classroom suddenly whispered.
The girls let out a burst of suppressed excited screams from time to time, and most of the boys looked at each other awkwardly, as if whoever made a statement first would be treated as a freak.
All in all, in a word, the boys are a little embarrassed.
Iger sneered silently when he looked at the boys who didn't care about him. This was fourteen years old. If he was twenty-four years old, it would be these boys who would scream excitedly...
"Yeah, the dance is only open to fourth-grade students and up - but you can invite a junior if you want." Professor McGonagall motioned for the students to be quiet.
Lavender Brown let out a shrill smirk, as if his IQ was off the line for a while, and turned his head to look in Ron's direction, grinning like an idiot, and Ron was almost stunned by her...
"She wants to be waiting for you to invite..." Harry stretched his elbow to Ron.
"Don't be like this, we haven't established a relationship yet, I always find her a little scary..." Ron muttered awkwardly.
"Of course, you'll be wearing your gowns for the ball..." Professor McGonagall continued. "The ball will be in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night and end at twelve midnight. Listen--"
The older catgirl looked at the class 'calmly': "The Christmas ball will undoubtedly give us a chance to... um... loosen our hair and relax..."
Professor McGonagall's tone was very disapproving, but Iger looked at the little round bun on Professor McGonagall's head that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and he still laughed out loud...
Sorry, Professor McGonagall, I tried my best...
Please forgive me…
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The goose-like laughter sounded in the classroom. Professor McGonagall's face was completely black. Hermione hurriedly stretched out her hand and tugged Iger's sleeve under the table, signaling him to stop his murderous behavior.
Finally, Lavender couldn't help laughing along with Iger's laughter, and the students in the room couldn't help laughing.
Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, and couldn't help but cocked the corners of her mouth. She waved her wand helplessly, and the mouths of the students in the class were immediately stitched together by an inexplicable force, except for those with high magic resistance. A group of Iger was still panting while laughing to himself.
"Mr Morrissey?" Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.
"Hahaha Keke ... I'm sorry, just a little breathless ..." Aig stopped laughing.
"Even if you can relax yourself properly at the dance, that doesn't mean that you can loose yourself." Professor McGonagall gave Iger another stern look...
"We will relax the behavioral requirements for students, but if a student in Gryffindor loses face to the school in any way, I will be very sad." Professor McGonagall said seriously.
"Pain? Why?" Ron muttered suspiciously.
Iger explained to Ron thoughtfully: "The memorial service, of course, is sad..."
Ron: "..."
Damn, is it so dangerous to go to a dance now?
Iger rolled his eyes at Ron Just kidding, the person who pays the most attention to honor in the whole school is this strict and serious older catgirl, thinking that he had given a large slice to Gryffindor and slashed one hundred and fifty Points, that's no joke!
"Who are you going to invite?" Ron turned to look at Harry.
Harry shrugged. "Of course it's Ginny..."
Who else can I invite? Six brothers-in-law, what do you want from me? What can I do?
"How about you?" Harry looked at Ron.
"I..." Ron glanced hesitantly in Lavender's direction: "I haven't thought about it yet..."
"Cough cough..." Hermione coughed twice listening to the conversation between the two, and leaned in Iger's direction nonchalantly, raising her chin slightly.
Harry: "..."
Ron: "..."
I'm so envious, Nima's...