Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Time came to May in a blink of an eye. In the room of Response, whizzing spells flew, Iger stood motionless in an open space, and Hermione kept attacking Iger with her wand in the distance.

This was the training plan Hermione proposed after the second match.

"Dizzy!" Hermione flicked a spell and shot towards Iger, and Iger casually waved his hand, and sent the powerful spell flying out with a bang.

"Don't try to use the stun spell, it won't be of any use to your game!" Aisha, who recorded the training process on the sidelines, frowned slightly: "There are not many creatures in the Forbidden Forest that can be hit by your spell. Among them, your spells can have an effect on them, and there are very few! Try using the blocking spell!"

After all, Aisha deserves to be born as an Auror, and her sharp eyes point directly at the essence of the game-survive!

"There are many obstacles!" Hermione pointed at Iger again.

With a bang, the white light shook in front of Iger, and Iger was forced to take a step back.

"Silent! Silent!" Aisha, who was instructing training, had no trace of her usual gentleness: "Your enemies are not only magical animals! A large part of them may be students from other schools! And you shouted so loudly because you wanted to Attract a dragon to attack you?"

Aisha is scary...

Hermione grimaced, thinking pitifully.

"In this game, the most directly useful thing for you, except for those guardian spells, is the obstacle spell. No matter what kind of attack method, don't think about it!" Aisha's voice was serious, and at this moment she seemed to be caught Professor McGonagall seemed to be possessed, extremely strict and serious.

"Fuchsia!" Hermione cast a spell on Iger. Unexpectedly, the curse had a slight effect on Iger--Iger's tail froze and twitched upwards for a moment, as if got pulled by something...

Iger: "..."

That is, if the spell works, I will be pulled up by the tail?

I feel so ashamed...

"It's really slack..." Aisha looked at the wand in Hermione's hand disappointedly: "When Iger is standing still, you can only pull his tail..."

"But his resistance is too high,

I can't do it..." Hermione looked at Aisha aggrievedly: "I mean, it can't be done by anyone..."

"Yeah, but you are the one who competes, not others." Aisha reminded Hermione's position: "And I tried it before, if it is an adult wizard, the spell will still have some influence on Iger, of course , this still refers to those powerful magics, it is impossible for you to learn those now..."

"Then what can I do?" Hermione seemed to be cornered.

"Thunderbolt explosion?" Iger squeezed his chin and thought for a while.

"Are you crazy?" Hermione gasped, eyes widening.

"Why don't you practice sparring with me first, Iger is afraid of hurting you and won't attack, so he's just like a wooden man, and won't improve your strength much." Aisha thought for a while and stepped forward.

Half an hour later, Hermione hid behind a pillar in the hall, out of breath.

It's so heartbreaking, she can't beat Iger, let alone, she can't beat Aisha...

Whether it is the application of spells or physical strength.

"I think you are a little too entangled in what spell to use." Iger watched the battle between the two women and thought for a while and said: "You can refer to Professor McGonagall, she never uses those too powerful spells in duels , but the spells she spews from her wand are absolutely dizzying."

"Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, does that mean?" Hermione poked her head out from behind the pillar.

"That's right, simple spells don't require too much preparation time, or if you can guarantee to summon the patron saint at any time, then at least your safety is absolutely guaranteed!" Iger nodded: "Whether it is evil Curse or physical attack, the Patronus can absolutely withstand these for you, in a sense, it is more convenient than the ultimate guardian - it is movable."

"If it's entering the maze, I think I need a pointer?" Hermione thought for a while.

"Show me the way." Iger shrugged: "Call your wand affectionately, and it will point in the direction of true north."

"That's not bad..." Hermione muttered softly, the little girl was a little discouraged that she couldn't beat the two in front of her after training for so long.

"At the beginning of the game, roughly judge the direction, and then whether it's a wall or something, a thunderbolt explosion will run over it all the way. Under normal circumstances, magical creatures below 4X will not be so unreasonable to come up hard—but 5X creatures will definitely be killed. Attracted..." Iger thought for a while.

"I think it's good to be more stable..." Hermione squatted on the ground hugging her knees.

After adjusting her mentality, the little girl quickly stood up again, and practiced against Aisha in an orderly manner.

As the day of the competition approached, Hermione's control over the spells became more and more pure. Soon, when facing different threats, Hermione was able to subconsciously use the most suitable spells. The skill of spell connection is also improving rapidly.

On the day of the competition, the Gryffindor table was full of excitement. On this morning, all the Gryffindor students bet on Hermione to win in the magic trick workshop. Of course, students from other houses also bet The warrior I am most optimistic about.

Unexpectedly, apart from Hermione, the one with the lowest odds turned out to be Fleur Delacour who was eliminated in the second round.

It seems that many students think that if Iger is the referee, they will definitely take special care of this beautiful girl, so she also has a high winning rate.

In this regard, Iger has a sentence mmp stuck in his throat, always wanting to find someone to confide in...

"Relax, Hermione, this game is not difficult, it's just that black magic is not allowed..." Ron encouraged Hermione.

"If you can use black magic, what do you need the warriors for? The game is completely meaningless." Harry shook his head.

"But Durmstrang teaches the Dark Arts..." Ron muttered under his breath.

"That's restricted-level black magic, such as Iger's Shadowless God, which has a reverse spell." Hermione emphasized: "And can you two stop chattering here, I'm very annoyed now." Hermione Min said impatiently.

"We're just excited. You know, in order to let the teachers and students in the school cheer for you wholeheartedly, Iger single-handedly ruled out this year's final exam!" Ron danced excitedly: "Let's guess he gave Dumbledore a bribe How much did you pay?"

"This is not a good thing, Ron!" Hermione emphasized seriously.

"Yeah, after all, the Warriors don't need to take the final exam, of course you don't care..." Ron walked away awkwardly.

"How do you feel?" Iger looked at Hermione and smiled.

"Very nervous, even more nervous than the previous two games." Hermione took a deep breath.

"Don't be nervous, it's someone else who should be nervous..." Harry reminded in a low voice.

If something happened to Hermione, Harry dared to swear that the entire Forbidden Forest would bear the wrath of a demon...