Classroom 7, in a dimly lit secret room.

Cedric Diggory, Roger Davis and Collins Foley formed a three-man team to fight a dark green basilisk that was over fifty feet long.

"Collins! Your direction!" Cedric shouted.

Collins closed her eyes immediately. The next second, she felt a cold gaze cast at her. Her body began to stiffen. The magic power in her body seemed to solidify little by little, as if she was going to freeze into stone, but she knew it was the effect of the supersensory spell.

"I'm not a squib!"

She staggered back, panting. "Whoosh!" A sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a palm-sized stone scraped past her forehead, leaving a few spots of blood on the sharp edge. She crouched

down without saying a word, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

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

She heard Cedric's voice again, and suddenly opened her eyes. The "Eye Spell" that she had been brewing for a long time flew out immediately. Before she had time to 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' voice reminded.

A few minutes later, the basilisk fell down with bruises all over its body. It was still breathing, but it was covered with wounds and its eyes were blind. Under normal circumstances, it was not far from death.

They gathered together from different places, silently watching the basilisk disintegrate into countless green dots of light, and a sense of accomplishment surged in their hearts.

Roger Davis was so tired that he sat on the ground, and he didn't care about his image. Anyway, they had seen the worst of it. This was their fifth time facing the basilisk, and the previous four times all ended in total destruction.

"Amazing victory!" Flitwick screamed and appeared. His two legs turned into hazy smoke, carrying a long trail, and suddenly appeared in front of them.

Cedric grinned. This was the second time he saw Professor Flitwick in this image after he passed through a dark bat cave with the Shield Charm.

The four administrators at present have significant differences in personality.

Flitwick, the professor of Charms and the headmaster of Ravenclaw, is always passionate and generous in praising any progress of students, and even shows some surprise; McGonagall, the professor of Transfiguration and the headmaster of Gryffindor, shows a serious and meticulous character. She will appear at the beginning and give them some useful advice; and the young Headmaster Dumbledore likes to chat with people the most. The sharpness and insight he shows make the students ashamed. The

ancient magic professor Hep is the most different. He often appears when they are breaking through the levels, stares at them, and points out their mistakes in a not-so-pleasant way at the right time. He is also happy to personally demonstrate to them how to pass the level in their own way after they fail.

"...You should have discovered that seeing the eyes of a basilisk can kill people... This is actually a misunderstanding. Killing a wizard is not an easy task. If there is no magic involved, you will find that their eyes are not much different from those of ordinary snakes."

Flitwick made a summary of the game as usual and gave an evaluation of their behavior.

"But professor, the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets two years ago caused a student and a cat to be petrified." Cedric asked puzzledly.

"This doesn't mean anything. The basilisk was in an attacking state at the time, and any creature that appeared in front of it would be attacked. There is no reason to think that when it is alone, it still maintains a large ball of magic in its eyes."

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

Flitwick nodded and praised in a sharp voice: "Yes, from the results of Severus's dissection of the basilisk, that's it!"

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

"Of course! Take the invisible beast as an example..." Flitwick spoke slowly.

Cedric and the others dragged their tired bodies out of the secret room. The dark, damp, rugged and narrow room slowly disappeared behind them. They were now standing on the white and smooth floor. In the endless space, three buildings of different sizes and styles were strangely put together.

Felix and Professor Sprout came towards them. They immediately squinted their eyes and stared at the clothes of the two professors. This was a skill that everyone had gradually mastered in the past month. The clothes of the administrators of Classroom 7 would emit a faint, silver light.

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

And the two in front of them... are real.

"Professor Sprout, Professor Hep!" The three greeted each other. Felix and Sprout nodded gently in response and walked deeper.

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

Cedric's eyes stopped at the backs of the two professors, and he suddenly showed a surprised expression, his gray eyes looked very eager, "Maybe we will welcome a new professor soon..."

Collins Foley, who was always calm, was slightly surprised: "Don't!"

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

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

Her lips trembled as she said: "Stinging poisonous tentacles, biting fangs geraniums, slippery cheek sac grass, pus-splattering rice cloth rice cloth... Take the barbo tuber as an example. In the second grade, you only need to observe from a distance, and in the fourth grade, you have to squeeze the pus from them. What is the sixth grade?"

She turned her head to look at Cedric.

Cedric said bitterly: "Skin peeling and pollination."

...

In the depths of classroom 7, the two professors stood quietly.

A silver, short figure appeared in front of them, becoming clearer and clearer. Felix felt like he saw a pair of twins, both of them had flowing gray hair and wore thick hats full of patches.

Sprout's memory hummed and happily pulled up magical plants from the void of air. She planted more than a dozen Whomping Willows alone. She took nimble steps and scattered black seeds one by one. 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 with envy. The black thorns entwined with each other to form a high wall.

"I once suggested to Dumbledore to plant a circle on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but the workload was too heavy, so I had to give up in the end."

"Well, I think some students have a headache..."

Meanwhile, the Weasley twins were complaining in the common room, lamenting that they seemed to have forgotten how to fly. Harry, who was busy catching up on his homework, was surprised to find that he had not touched a flying broom for a long time.

So that evening, he dragged Ron and Hermione, who seemed to be drowning herself in a sea of ​​books, to the Quidditch field.

The southeast corner of the Quidditch field was now occupied by a construction site. A dozen houses were connected together to form a ring, guarding the tallest building in the center. It was almost missing a spire.

Some workers were busy with the last part of the work.

They watched from a distance for a while, then sat on the broom to enjoy the cool October breeze. Hermione sat sideways on the broom, keeping the broom three feet off the ground, and slowly circled the field. Harry controlled the Firebolt, accelerating and accelerating, turning into a scarlet shadow. He flew higher and higher, farther and farther, and from hundreds of feet away, he saw Hagrid carrying a piece of wood that was at least thirty feet long.

"Hagrid, do you need help?" He swooped over, circled around Hagrid, and landed in front of him.

Hagrid looked at him suspiciously.

Harry said nothing more, took out his wand, and chanted the spell: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Hagrid shook the wood on his shoulder and said in a rough voice: "It's a bit helpful..." They returned to the stadium together. A red-faced wizard wearing a sun hat on the construction site shouted: "Here... Hagrid! Work hard, we can finish it today."

Hagrid carried the wood and stood it up without much effort. Harry, who was standing by, could see that it was a supporting column of the house.

The red-faced wizard who shouted chanted a spell to fix the column. The two people next to him kept looking at the blueprints. One of them said in a complaining tone: "Are they going to move the school here? Finn... leave some space, we need to leave space for the statue."

"Statue? What statue?" The wizard named Finn shouted.

"They bring their own, but we need to reserve a place, understand? Where you are standing will be a huge Thunderbird in the future."

Harry found Hagrid and asked, "Where is this...?"

"The residence of Ilvermorny School." Hagrid said simply, he looked at Hermione and Ron, who was excitedly shuttling back and forth around the ring above the Quidditch goalposts, shouting excitedly.

Hagrid said thoughtfully, "It seems that you haven't been too restrained recently. You can come to my place for tea when you have time. Luna and Ginny come here often, and Firenze..."

"Luna and Ginny?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes, I learned a lot from them. Ginny wanted to borrow Aragog from me to try if Ron is really not afraid of spiders. You know she has always been curious..."

"Aragog, is it... uh, is it okay?" Harry asked. He actually wanted to ask if the old spider was dead, but it seemed impolite.

"It's OK," Hagrid muttered. "To be honest, it's not great. It's always wanted to go back to the Forbidden Forest, but there's no place for it in the Acromantula's nest, and it can't see through it... Felix has to cast a shrinking spell every month, so I can let it out for a walk regularly, not always locked in a cage... It's nice to get some sun and eat some frog eggs..."

He kept talking, which surprised Harry. He seemed to have missed a lot of things.

When they returned from the stadium, Hermione was still complaining that she had missed fifty pages of the book, but her expression was smiling. Harry and Ron were used to her insincerity. Ron said that he hadn't finished his Divination homework yet.

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

"Thanks to this time of visiting the Restricted Section with Harry, we have a lot of new ideas," Ron said, "which will help us maintain a good grade."

"Yeah, getting high marks by making up your own bad luck," Hermione said, "Are you sure Trelawney knows the effects of the spells in the Restricted Section?"

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

At this time, they walked into the entrance hall. There was a notice posted on the big bulletin board, and a large group of students were crowded below.

'Triwizard Tournament: Ilvermorny's representatives will arrive at 10 am on Sunday, October 16. Please prepare in advance'

"I knew it!" Ron said loudly, looking like he had discovered some truth: "No wonder the professors have repeatedly reminded us to pay attention to etiquette these two days!"

Harry didn't say anything, his mind had already flown to two days later, Ilvermorny... What will their students be like?