Chapter 601 Moody's Lesson
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 601 Moody's Lesson
The 'traditional arts' of Hogwarts once again made waves in the castle.
In this short period of time,
All students, including students from other schools, staff of the Ministry of Magic... all know this prophecy.
All furtive, whispering, whispering.
Trelawney's prophecy really scared everyone.
McGuffin reckoned that if the trouble was bigger, then Fudge would have a headache again.
Before Aratos Moody came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom,
McGuffin, Harry, and Ron finally met Hermione.
Harry wanted someone to analyze what they had just seen, especially the scene where he was standing with Voldemort just now...
And McGuffin's appearance of almost collapsing and fainting now will not be of much use.
Now Harry could only hope that Hermione would tell him something useful.
"You shouldn't care, that old witch is playing tricks again! She made such a mess... just like before, trying to scare us and fool us..." Ron said angrily before Hermione could speak.
Evidently he was furious that Trelawney threw the frog on his head, and he still is.
"Hmm..." Hermione hesitated and didn't answer.
This made Ron, who was stroking his fiery red hair desperately, even angrier.
(This guy seems to have left aftereffects, as if there is a...frog hanging from his intestines on top of his hair)
He stared at Hermione and said eagerly,
"No way? Hermione..."
"You...you always thought Trelawney was a liar!"
"I can't tell either... Maybe Trelawney meant it."
As she spoke, Hermione lowered her voice to see if the students around her hadn't noticed them, and then she said again, "Didn't she predict that the Dark Lord would come back to life not long ago? And she also made the prediction about Harry 13 years ago... wasn't it?"
"Didn't McGuffin say... Isn't Trelawney's previous appearance a fake?"
"McGuffin! McGuffin! Tell me..." Ron was very angry, and he urged the McGuffin next to him.
"forgive me!"
McGuffin spoke slowly and weakly.
He was lying on the table, looking weak and weak.
Harry looked over, he was curious and asked with a bit of a smile, "Seriously, why are you so frightened by a frog, and you don't want to be the normal you at all!"
Shir!
Isn't this the shadow that Emily Albert left on this body?
He didn't expect it to be so serious.
McGuffin thought aggrievedly.
"Indeed, you handled frog eggs so skillfully in Potions class, as well as those toad skins, frog tongues, eyeballs... You're exaggerating..." Ron stared suspiciously at McGuffin.
"Aren't you afraid of spiders? So what..."
McGuffin said angrily, "You know, everyone has something to fear. When I was five or six years old, Emily started pulling me to dissect these frogs... All those frogs with throbbing thighs and bellies, I handled and buried them... You know, I was educated by some nosy policeman who asked my parents to think I was cruel to animals?"
"What's the matter?" Ron said nonchalantly.
McGuffin got even angrier, "Think about it? Day and night...these damned four-legged amphibians are being dealt with, and even because of lack of sleep, their heads fell into...the disposal box for dead frogs."
"...all those dead frogs, most of them still have nervous reactions...they are twitching, jumping... staring at the dead fish eyes, licking your face... intestines, tongue, small eyeballs... touching your eyes, nose, lips..."
"...You can feel that slippery, cold and smelly, those ghost things are still beating from time to time..."
McGuffin couldn't go on talking, he covered his mouth, stood up abruptly, and rushed outside while retching all the way.
Almost bumped into Professor Moody who just came in.
"What's the matter? What happened to the MacGuffin?"
Moody stared at McGuffin's back and asked curiously.
He is very strange,
How could McGuffin Albert, a guy who was far above the level of his peers, become like this.
Is there anyone among the students who is more powerful than McGuffin?
Hermione stood up, suppressing a laugh, and briefly told Moody about the 'frog incident'.
After a long while, McGuffin supported his waist and moved step by step into the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
He knocked on the door.
"Please come in!"
Moody's hoarse voice came.
McGuffin walked in.
"Exactly, Mr. Albert!"
"The two of us already know each other, so we don't need to say hello anymore."
"Now, please sit back in your seat. I've heard what happened from Miss Granger. If you have this kind of thing again... you must tell me!"
"Understood! Professor!"
McGuffin nodded quickly in response.
He looked like he was going to faint in a second,
Moody didn't dare to keep McGuffin any longer, so he waved his hand and let him go down.
After the McGuffin sat down,
Moody struggled on crutches to a chair at the edge of the podium, sat down, and said gruffly, "Okay, let's begin—"
"I just knew your names, and I also learned about the course from you."
"It seems that you have a certain understanding of how to deal with certain black magic animals. You have learned how to deal with Boggarts, Red Hats, Hincklepunk, Grindylow, Kaba, Werewolves, Vampires, Ghouls...even Inferi, Dementors..."
Having said that, Moody paused, his eyes fixed on McGuffino thoughtfully.
Everyone understood what he meant.
The MacGuffins have almost wiped out all the dementors in Britain.
It can be said that it is beyond the scope of all textbooks.
Moody went on to say: "Although you were taught by Professor Severus Snape last semester... have a general understanding of the most deadly black magic spells..."
"But... it's not enough—not enough."
"If you ask me... Albus protects you too well, even too delicate!"
Moody suddenly raised his voice sharply.
His magic eye swept over every student's face,
The students were annoyed by Moody's statement.
They murmured in disbelief.
Instead of being angry, Moody smiled,
However, it's okay not to smile, and the scarred face on Moody's face is even more distorted and weird when he smiles.
Everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere in the classroom became extraordinarily quiet.
"It seems that you don't think so..."
"Then who can give me the answer... When a werewolf appears in front of you, what action should you take? If a Death Eater is chasing you, what spell should you use?"
"Answer and see..."
After Moody finished speaking, he looked at everyone.
The students looked at each other, and finally Hermione tried to raise her hand.
"Ms. Granger? I know you... tell me about it."
Hermione stood up and said, "Sir, as far as we are concerned... the fire and the repelling spell can temporarily repel the werewolf, and the silver thing is not only used to stop the wounds bitten by the werewolf, but also weaken the magic attached to the werewolf's skin, so that we can hurt him..."
"Yes, very clever! This first question... Hermione Granger is very thoughtful."
"Although this is not the best answer, but..."
"Five points for Gryffindor!"
Moody stood up and stepped off the podium.
Soon, the students heard the distinctive treading footsteps,
Moody's crutches, claw-like wooden feet... collided with the floor back and forth, and the ringing sounded in the hearts of the students.
Moody's performance made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Students may begin to think that Moody's insider isn't... as menacing as he appears.
The students all raised their hands and began to answer Moody's first question.
Most of the answers are the same as Hermione's, but they are all [Stunning Curse], [Petrochemical Curse], [Explosion Curse], [Knockback Curse], Blazing and Freezing Curse and other spells.
Moody came among the students, he looked at the crowd with a blank expression and said nothing.
Gradually, everyone felt the oppressive atmosphere again, and began to calm down.
Moody sneered a few times. He stood in front of the desktops of McGuffin and Ron, "If Miss Granger still has some brains, then the others are at best baboons waving wands."
Everyone is not convinced.
Moody snorted and went on,
"Do you really know what it means to be a werewolf?"
"Let's not talk about whether the power of your spells can penetrate the fur of these monsters... the speed of the werewolves alone..."
Moody paused, raised his crutches and pointed to the distance between the two sides of the classroom, and continued, "A werewolf can jump in front of any of you from the classroom podium in one to two seconds, and tear your throats that haven't spoken the spell...Of course, if you haven't been scared enough to forget the spell!"
"I know that Professor Lupine in your black arts class last semester is a werewolf, you may be confused by his performance..."
"That guy is also extremely rare among werewolves, believe me... I do know this."
"As a former Auror who has personally hunted down dozens of werewolves and is also a colleague of Lupine...I know much better than you...the danger of a normal werewolf..."
Suddenly, Moody slapped the table in front of McGuffin directly with his big rough hand.
"McGuffin Albert, how would you deal with a werewolf! Remember not to use magic like Fiendfire and the Unforgivable Curse..."
With a hoarse voice, he shouted sharply.
McGuffin knew what Moody meant, and what Moody expected from him in response.
So he could only stand up and say weakly,
"I will use the [Flash Curse] similar to the [Luminescence Curse]... to blind the werewolf's eyes, throw a big dung egg on it when it is not prepared, and finally turn around and run..."
"That's right, that's it! According to your current abilities, confronting a werewolf head-on is simply death!"
"For any wizard... especially for you, there are no weak and strong spells, only suitable spells... If Voldemort or Dumbledore fell into the sea, he would just cast the [Death Curse] and drown himself."
Moody twitched the corner of his mouth and suddenly said a cold joke.
No one finds it funny.
"Just right, McGuffin, you are here to answer the next question, how would you face a dark wizard... You tossed a bunch of Death Eaters enough last semester..."
Everyone's eyes... all focused on McGuffin now.
They all obviously remembered the incident.
"Uh, can I use spells like Fiendfire?"
"No!" Moody responded.
"Then... I throw up my hands in surrender!" McGuffin replied rascally.
"Ah!?" Ron next to him yelled in extreme surprise.
Unexpectedly, Moody actually laughed lightly, and laughed for a long time.
He put down his crutches and clapped his hands lightly.
He said to everyone, "That's right, when facing intelligent creatures that can communicate and have great differences in strength, the best way is to surrender, save your own lives first..."
"However, this kind of surrender... is when you have to recognize the situation clearly and recognize that the other party does not want to take your life immediately. This is a tactic... Next, you have to find opportunities anytime, anywhere, all the time, to fight and escape."
Hearing what Moody said, Harry and the others looked even weirder,
They all remembered how McGuffin treated those Death Eaters at the end of the third grade,
Taking advantage of his unprepared tactical sneak attack, this led to a series of events that made the Death Eaters look like that.
"well, let's get back to business."
"Let's get started with what this lesson is about—"
Moody held his crutches again, turned around and talked, "Spells have various forms, roughly divided into black spells, jinxes, curses, transfiguration, status spells, nature spells, ancient spells, spiritual spells... When casting spells, they usually emit red, gold, green and other colors, as well as some special smells and sounds."
"And the course we are taking now is aimed at letting you understand the cruel side of the magic world, so that you can prepare to fight against those black curses that can harm people."
Moody returned to the podium, sat down again and continued speaking,
"According to the previous regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I can only teach you to break the spell, but the situation now is different from the past..."
"The Ministry of Magic and Professor Dumbledore also agree with me that something must be taught to you..."
"Professor!" Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Lavender Brown raised his hand tremblingly and interrupted Moody's lecture.
"Miss Brown? What's your question?" Moody asked.
"What do you mean...the situation is different now than in the past?"
"Referring to... the two attacks on the Ministry of Magic and the Quidditch pitch?"
"Or is it referring to the... dark wizard terrorist attack that massacred Muggle villages not long ago?" Lavender Brown stood up and said.
"Or...have you also heard about Professor Trelawney's prophecy just now?"
Moody didn't answer, his false eye wide open.
Lavender stared at McGuffin.
Rare...
Moody fell silent.
McGuffin, who also experienced the flesh and blood nightmare, knew that
Moody he can't explain at all, and he can't tell what happened on Christmas Eve.
At last,
Moody let out a breath and asked hoarsely, "What did Sybill Trelawney say?"
(End of this chapter)
The 'traditional arts' of Hogwarts once again made waves in the castle.
In this short period of time,
All students, including students from other schools, staff of the Ministry of Magic... all know this prophecy.
All furtive, whispering, whispering.
Trelawney's prophecy really scared everyone.
McGuffin reckoned that if the trouble was bigger, then Fudge would have a headache again.
Before Aratos Moody came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom,
McGuffin, Harry, and Ron finally met Hermione.
Harry wanted someone to analyze what they had just seen, especially the scene where he was standing with Voldemort just now...
And McGuffin's appearance of almost collapsing and fainting now will not be of much use.
Now Harry could only hope that Hermione would tell him something useful.
"You shouldn't care, that old witch is playing tricks again! She made such a mess... just like before, trying to scare us and fool us..." Ron said angrily before Hermione could speak.
Evidently he was furious that Trelawney threw the frog on his head, and he still is.
"Hmm..." Hermione hesitated and didn't answer.
This made Ron, who was stroking his fiery red hair desperately, even angrier.
(This guy seems to have left aftereffects, as if there is a...frog hanging from his intestines on top of his hair)
He stared at Hermione and said eagerly,
"No way? Hermione..."
"You...you always thought Trelawney was a liar!"
"I can't tell either... Maybe Trelawney meant it."
As she spoke, Hermione lowered her voice to see if the students around her hadn't noticed them, and then she said again, "Didn't she predict that the Dark Lord would come back to life not long ago? And she also made the prediction about Harry 13 years ago... wasn't it?"
"Didn't McGuffin say... Isn't Trelawney's previous appearance a fake?"
"McGuffin! McGuffin! Tell me..." Ron was very angry, and he urged the McGuffin next to him.
"forgive me!"
McGuffin spoke slowly and weakly.
He was lying on the table, looking weak and weak.
Harry looked over, he was curious and asked with a bit of a smile, "Seriously, why are you so frightened by a frog, and you don't want to be the normal you at all!"
Shir!
Isn't this the shadow that Emily Albert left on this body?
He didn't expect it to be so serious.
McGuffin thought aggrievedly.
"Indeed, you handled frog eggs so skillfully in Potions class, as well as those toad skins, frog tongues, eyeballs... You're exaggerating..." Ron stared suspiciously at McGuffin.
"Aren't you afraid of spiders? So what..."
McGuffin said angrily, "You know, everyone has something to fear. When I was five or six years old, Emily started pulling me to dissect these frogs... All those frogs with throbbing thighs and bellies, I handled and buried them... You know, I was educated by some nosy policeman who asked my parents to think I was cruel to animals?"
"What's the matter?" Ron said nonchalantly.
McGuffin got even angrier, "Think about it? Day and night...these damned four-legged amphibians are being dealt with, and even because of lack of sleep, their heads fell into...the disposal box for dead frogs."
"...all those dead frogs, most of them still have nervous reactions...they are twitching, jumping... staring at the dead fish eyes, licking your face... intestines, tongue, small eyeballs... touching your eyes, nose, lips..."
"...You can feel that slippery, cold and smelly, those ghost things are still beating from time to time..."
McGuffin couldn't go on talking, he covered his mouth, stood up abruptly, and rushed outside while retching all the way.
Almost bumped into Professor Moody who just came in.
"What's the matter? What happened to the MacGuffin?"
Moody stared at McGuffin's back and asked curiously.
He is very strange,
How could McGuffin Albert, a guy who was far above the level of his peers, become like this.
Is there anyone among the students who is more powerful than McGuffin?
Hermione stood up, suppressing a laugh, and briefly told Moody about the 'frog incident'.
After a long while, McGuffin supported his waist and moved step by step into the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
He knocked on the door.
"Please come in!"
Moody's hoarse voice came.
McGuffin walked in.
"Exactly, Mr. Albert!"
"The two of us already know each other, so we don't need to say hello anymore."
"Now, please sit back in your seat. I've heard what happened from Miss Granger. If you have this kind of thing again... you must tell me!"
"Understood! Professor!"
McGuffin nodded quickly in response.
He looked like he was going to faint in a second,
Moody didn't dare to keep McGuffin any longer, so he waved his hand and let him go down.
After the McGuffin sat down,
Moody struggled on crutches to a chair at the edge of the podium, sat down, and said gruffly, "Okay, let's begin—"
"I just knew your names, and I also learned about the course from you."
"It seems that you have a certain understanding of how to deal with certain black magic animals. You have learned how to deal with Boggarts, Red Hats, Hincklepunk, Grindylow, Kaba, Werewolves, Vampires, Ghouls...even Inferi, Dementors..."
Having said that, Moody paused, his eyes fixed on McGuffino thoughtfully.
Everyone understood what he meant.
The MacGuffins have almost wiped out all the dementors in Britain.
It can be said that it is beyond the scope of all textbooks.
Moody went on to say: "Although you were taught by Professor Severus Snape last semester... have a general understanding of the most deadly black magic spells..."
"But... it's not enough—not enough."
"If you ask me... Albus protects you too well, even too delicate!"
Moody suddenly raised his voice sharply.
His magic eye swept over every student's face,
The students were annoyed by Moody's statement.
They murmured in disbelief.
Instead of being angry, Moody smiled,
However, it's okay not to smile, and the scarred face on Moody's face is even more distorted and weird when he smiles.
Everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere in the classroom became extraordinarily quiet.
"It seems that you don't think so..."
"Then who can give me the answer... When a werewolf appears in front of you, what action should you take? If a Death Eater is chasing you, what spell should you use?"
"Answer and see..."
After Moody finished speaking, he looked at everyone.
The students looked at each other, and finally Hermione tried to raise her hand.
"Ms. Granger? I know you... tell me about it."
Hermione stood up and said, "Sir, as far as we are concerned... the fire and the repelling spell can temporarily repel the werewolf, and the silver thing is not only used to stop the wounds bitten by the werewolf, but also weaken the magic attached to the werewolf's skin, so that we can hurt him..."
"Yes, very clever! This first question... Hermione Granger is very thoughtful."
"Although this is not the best answer, but..."
"Five points for Gryffindor!"
Moody stood up and stepped off the podium.
Soon, the students heard the distinctive treading footsteps,
Moody's crutches, claw-like wooden feet... collided with the floor back and forth, and the ringing sounded in the hearts of the students.
Moody's performance made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Students may begin to think that Moody's insider isn't... as menacing as he appears.
The students all raised their hands and began to answer Moody's first question.
Most of the answers are the same as Hermione's, but they are all [Stunning Curse], [Petrochemical Curse], [Explosion Curse], [Knockback Curse], Blazing and Freezing Curse and other spells.
Moody came among the students, he looked at the crowd with a blank expression and said nothing.
Gradually, everyone felt the oppressive atmosphere again, and began to calm down.
Moody sneered a few times. He stood in front of the desktops of McGuffin and Ron, "If Miss Granger still has some brains, then the others are at best baboons waving wands."
Everyone is not convinced.
Moody snorted and went on,
"Do you really know what it means to be a werewolf?"
"Let's not talk about whether the power of your spells can penetrate the fur of these monsters... the speed of the werewolves alone..."
Moody paused, raised his crutches and pointed to the distance between the two sides of the classroom, and continued, "A werewolf can jump in front of any of you from the classroom podium in one to two seconds, and tear your throats that haven't spoken the spell...Of course, if you haven't been scared enough to forget the spell!"
"I know that Professor Lupine in your black arts class last semester is a werewolf, you may be confused by his performance..."
"That guy is also extremely rare among werewolves, believe me... I do know this."
"As a former Auror who has personally hunted down dozens of werewolves and is also a colleague of Lupine...I know much better than you...the danger of a normal werewolf..."
Suddenly, Moody slapped the table in front of McGuffin directly with his big rough hand.
"McGuffin Albert, how would you deal with a werewolf! Remember not to use magic like Fiendfire and the Unforgivable Curse..."
With a hoarse voice, he shouted sharply.
McGuffin knew what Moody meant, and what Moody expected from him in response.
So he could only stand up and say weakly,
"I will use the [Flash Curse] similar to the [Luminescence Curse]... to blind the werewolf's eyes, throw a big dung egg on it when it is not prepared, and finally turn around and run..."
"That's right, that's it! According to your current abilities, confronting a werewolf head-on is simply death!"
"For any wizard... especially for you, there are no weak and strong spells, only suitable spells... If Voldemort or Dumbledore fell into the sea, he would just cast the [Death Curse] and drown himself."
Moody twitched the corner of his mouth and suddenly said a cold joke.
No one finds it funny.
"Just right, McGuffin, you are here to answer the next question, how would you face a dark wizard... You tossed a bunch of Death Eaters enough last semester..."
Everyone's eyes... all focused on McGuffin now.
They all obviously remembered the incident.
"Uh, can I use spells like Fiendfire?"
"No!" Moody responded.
"Then... I throw up my hands in surrender!" McGuffin replied rascally.
"Ah!?" Ron next to him yelled in extreme surprise.
Unexpectedly, Moody actually laughed lightly, and laughed for a long time.
He put down his crutches and clapped his hands lightly.
He said to everyone, "That's right, when facing intelligent creatures that can communicate and have great differences in strength, the best way is to surrender, save your own lives first..."
"However, this kind of surrender... is when you have to recognize the situation clearly and recognize that the other party does not want to take your life immediately. This is a tactic... Next, you have to find opportunities anytime, anywhere, all the time, to fight and escape."
Hearing what Moody said, Harry and the others looked even weirder,
They all remembered how McGuffin treated those Death Eaters at the end of the third grade,
Taking advantage of his unprepared tactical sneak attack, this led to a series of events that made the Death Eaters look like that.
"well, let's get back to business."
"Let's get started with what this lesson is about—"
Moody held his crutches again, turned around and talked, "Spells have various forms, roughly divided into black spells, jinxes, curses, transfiguration, status spells, nature spells, ancient spells, spiritual spells... When casting spells, they usually emit red, gold, green and other colors, as well as some special smells and sounds."
"And the course we are taking now is aimed at letting you understand the cruel side of the magic world, so that you can prepare to fight against those black curses that can harm people."
Moody returned to the podium, sat down again and continued speaking,
"According to the previous regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I can only teach you to break the spell, but the situation now is different from the past..."
"The Ministry of Magic and Professor Dumbledore also agree with me that something must be taught to you..."
"Professor!" Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Lavender Brown raised his hand tremblingly and interrupted Moody's lecture.
"Miss Brown? What's your question?" Moody asked.
"What do you mean...the situation is different now than in the past?"
"Referring to... the two attacks on the Ministry of Magic and the Quidditch pitch?"
"Or is it referring to the... dark wizard terrorist attack that massacred Muggle villages not long ago?" Lavender Brown stood up and said.
"Or...have you also heard about Professor Trelawney's prophecy just now?"
Moody didn't answer, his false eye wide open.
Lavender stared at McGuffin.
Rare...
Moody fell silent.
McGuffin, who also experienced the flesh and blood nightmare, knew that
Moody he can't explain at all, and he can't tell what happened on Christmas Eve.
At last,
Moody let out a breath and asked hoarsely, "What did Sybill Trelawney say?"
(End of this chapter)
