Chapter 173: Experience the Soul-Seizing Curse

Riddle's expression changed instantly.

His originally panicked expression immediately became calm and composed, and he stopped turning around to run away. Instead, he stood attentively on the duel stage, assuming a free and engaging forward posture.

"Bang!"

Dracula snapped his fingers.

"Music! Lights!"

Thousands of candles floating above the auditorium dimmed at the same time, and a concentrated beam of light enveloped Riddle.

At the same time, Kang's passionate music resounded in the auditorium.

It was a full set of instruments from a certain band at the Christmas dinner. I don’t know when it appeared in front of the auditorium again. No one was playing, but it started playing on its own.

Riddle danced his body to the exciting music.

Swing his head, arms, waist and legs; swing the scarf around his neck and the wizard's robe behind him; dance with his light steps, passion and strong rhythm!

Riddle broke into a hip-hop dance in full view of everyone! Carnival and freedom appear all over him, which is the soul of hip-hop!

"cool!"

Fred and George looked at Assistant Riddle's passionate dance and effortless movements on the duel stage, their eyes widened in envy.

There were also many little witches who screamed——

Assistant Coach Riddle's handsome face, coupled with his handsome and unrestrained dance moves, as well as the affectionate expression on his face, all touched the excitement of the young girls.

There are also some little wizards who are not too big a deal to watch the fun and loudly clamor for Professor Dracula to join Assistant Riddle’s hip-hop dance. Only two men who are so handsome that they have no friends dancing together will make this dance completely perfect!

Dracula stood on the edge of the dueling platform far away from the spotlight, paying no attention to the intentions of the little wizards.

What a joke, how can a dignified, arrogant and stern professor perform dancing for you? Do I still want to lose face?

"Don't just watch Assistant Riddle's dance." Dracula glanced at the engaged expressions of the little wizards and interrupted amid the music, "Remember, this is not a dance class, this is black magic. Defense open class!”

"Think about it now, if someone casts the Imperius Curse on you, how would you respond?"

Dracula's voice was not obtrusive in the music at all, nor was it obscured by Kang's passionate music. It was conveyed very clearly to the ears of every little wizard.

Some of the little wizards present showed thoughtful expressions.

Of course, a larger group of people were still intoxicated by Riddle's dance, and most of them were young witches.

Under the spotlight, Riddle was still dancing with abandon.

His movements are like the rising sun on the sea, like a leaping deer in the deep forest. He uses his flexible limbs and even facial features to dance skillfully and freely, radiating his flying youth!

Suddenly the whole body trembles, as sudden as an electric shock; suddenly there is a squirming movement, as flexible as a dragon and snake; suddenly it spins upside down, as fast as a top; suddenly it stands upright, as straight as a cedar!

After a while, the music came to an end.

As a heavy drum beat finally fell, the music and dance steps stopped abruptly at the same time. Riddle used a neat kick to make a perfect ending to his hip-hop dance.

The concentrated beam of light slowly dissipated, and the thousands of candles above the auditorium once again emitted bright firelight, illuminating the entire auditorium.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience!

The little wizards clapped their hands excitedly and jumped up and down to cheer for this wonderful performance, even if their hands turned red.

Dracula stopped using the Imperius Curse and walked toward the center of the duel platform with a half-smile.

"How do you feel?" he asked with a smile.

Riddle's body finally returned to his control. At that moment, the pain all over his body came like a tide.

He had never learned a dance like hip-hop, nor did he have the physical fitness to perform such difficult movements for a long time. Under the control of the Imperius Curse, performing such a perfect hip-hop would cost him half his life.

"Professor Dracula, it's indeed my fault that I hid the secret of the Forbidden Forest from you some time ago, but you can't retaliate against me like this, right?" Riddle was sweating profusely and panting as he faced Dracula. He smiled bitterly.

"I don't mean to retaliate." Dracula's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't know what he was talking about. "I just want you to cooperate with me in teaching a public class on Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Riddle looked at Dracula's innocent expression with a somewhat numb expression, and secretly suppressed a lot of swear words that almost blurted out.

‘Okay, I can’t beat you, so whatever you say will be yours! ' He thought through gritted teeth.

Dracula ignored Riddle's dissatisfaction, took two steps forward, turned around and looked at the little wizards around him.

"Does Professor Riddle dance well?" he asked cheerfully.

"good!"

"Assistant Coach Riddle danced so well!"

The little wizards in the audience laughed and burst into cheers.

"You think he dances very well, right?" Dracula changed the subject and laughed contemptuously, "But I have a different opinion."

"Before coming to my Defense Against the Dark Arts open class, Assistant Teacher Riddle had never learned any moves related to hip-hop."

"These wonderful dance steps, the frequency of arm swings, and even the expressions on his face are just the product of my control. This will put an extremely serious burden on his body."

Dracula's eyes casually glanced at all the little wizards around him, and asked softly: "Would you like it if I cast this soul-stealing curse on you?"

The laughter and cheers from the audience disappeared almost immediately, leaving only some troublemakers who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously, still maintaining a happy expression.

"Oh? I saw that there are some people who don't seem to care." Dracula looked at the two little wizards with fiery red hair and laughed with interest.

"In that case, would any of you come up and experience it?" he asked.

Fred and George immediately raised their hands in the air.

They think it is very interesting to be able to dance a dance they have not learned before.

This experience of being controlled by the Imperius Curse was probably just a novel experience for these two heartless naughty eggs.

Looking at the twins in the audience, Dracula slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, then let Fred Weiss come up and be a volunteer for everyone." He chuckled.

One of the little red-haired wizards jumped up in surprise and was about to run to the duel stage.

However, before he could reach the duel stage, he found that his twin brother had jumped onto the stage first.

"George, what are you doing? Professor Dracula called my name!" Fred was angry and yelled at George loudly.

"I still want to ask you, George, why are you pretending to be me?" George shamelessly shouted back at Fred, "I am Fred, Professor Dracula clearly called me!"

Fred laughed in anger, and asked George on the stage with his hands on his hips: "Then let me ask you, how are you going to prove that you are Fred?"

"Leave me alone, how can you prove that you are Fred?" George didn't panic at all and threw the question back.

"Haha, I'm afraid you miscalculated this time, George." Fred showed a successful smile.

He unbuttoned his wizard's robe, revealing a thick sweater that Mrs. Weasley had hand-sewn underneath. There was a large letter "f" sewn on the sweater.

This is a Christmas gift given by Mrs. Weasley to all the Weasley children. Every year, everyone will receive one, with the initials of each child's name sewn on it with bright wool.

It is worth mentioning that Harry also has one this year, with a big letter "h" sewn on the sweater.

Seeing the letters on Fred's chest, George silently tightened the front of his wizard robe to cover the letter "g" on his chest.

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"George, you despicable guy, you actually stole my sweater!" He rolled his eyes, and immediately thought of another idea, and shouted loudly, "I must write and tell my mother when I get back!"

Dracula looked at the twins who were condemning each other, and his face couldn't help but darken.

"Do you really want to experience the feeling of being controlled by the Imperius Curse?" He sneered, silently making a note of the two Weiss's in his mind, "Okay, I promise you, the two of them will come up together."

Fred and George had no idea what kind of storm they were about to face, so they happily stopped bickering and walked onto the duel stage with high spirits.

"Professor, what do we need to do?" Standing on the duel stage, Fred looked at Dracula expectantly.

"Assistant Riddle, can you tell us a little bit about what it feels like to be controlled by the Imperius Curse?" George looked at Riddle expectantly.

These two living treasures didn't look like they were here to experience the Unforgivable Curse. Instead, they looked like they were here to travel to the duel stage.

"Stop talking nonsense, you will find out later." Dracula interrupted them mercilessly, and then lightly snapped his fingers.

"Imperio."

As the Imperius Curse was spoken from Dracula's mouth, the candlelight in the auditorium quietly became soft.

The unmanned band at the front of the auditorium also started playing on its own, playing soft music that was so refreshing.

At the same time, the expressions of Fred and George also changed, their high spirits dropped, and they became a little... charming?

The two of them stood up on tiptoes to the soft music, jumped up, and kicked their toes behind them. The neck under the red hair was raised close to the calf, and the soft waist showed an anti-arch shape, full of tension.

The long sleeves of the Hogwarts school robe are flying like snow in the wind, swaying gently when the music is low, and fluttering out quickly when the music is high!

The scarves swayed and the skirts of their clothes floated, and Fred and George seemed to be flying away in the next second. It can be said that it has both lightness and charm, and has gradually reached the state of perfection!

This beautiful dance, if performed by a graceful dancer, may bring an extremely beautiful experience to the audience.

However, this dance was performed by two men, Fred and George. The charming expressions on their faces and the soft and graceful dancing postures on their bodies made the little wizards in the audience scream.

Percy, Ron and Ginny all covered their eyes.

If the color of their hair wasn't too obvious, they would have denied that the two guys on stage were their brothers.

"Don't just dance. Have you forgotten what I'm going to teach you in this lesson?"

Dracula's voice boomed from the edge of the stage.

"Use your will to resist my control and break free from the shackles of your spirit!" He said loudly, "Do you want to be embarrassed in front of your classmates until the music ends?"

He stared at the movements of Fred and George, reducing the magic exerted on the Imperius Curse to only about one-tenth of what Riddle had just endured, feeling the mental resistance from the twins.

After a moment, Dracula's face turned completely dark.

These two shameless guys actually had no shame at all about dancing a female folk dance in front of their classmates!

Dracula couldn't feel any resistance at all from the control of the Imperius Curse, and he could even vaguely feel that these two people seemed to... enjoy it?

He had no choice but to stop the Imperius Curse that controlled the twins, and then kicked them off the duel platform with some anger.

"You two, double your homework this semester!" Dracula shouted viciously to Fred and George.

After the pair were kicked off the duel stage, they were unaware of the disgusting looks from everyone around them. They patted their butts and stood up, minding their own business and began to discuss the feeling of dancing under the control of the Imperius Curse.

"Wow, I never thought I'd be able to dance like this one day," Fred said excitedly.

"Wow, it's so refreshing. I feel like all the ligaments in my body have been stretched." George moved his knees and took a breath of cold air from time to time. "Hey - I didn't feel it just now, but now I feel it, it really hurts!"

"..."

Dracula looked at the completely shameless behavior of these two living treasures, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt very unhappy.

"Don't worry about those two people. The one who comes up will be embarrassed!" He said through gritted teeth, "I let you come up here to train your ability to resist the Soul Imperius Curse, not to enjoy it!"

However, after seeing Fred and George's famous shameful scene, the little wizards in the audience all became resistant to the idea of ​​going on stage to demonstrate.

No one wants to dance in front of everyone like those who came before them.

"Is there no one?" Dracula said with a half-smile, "Then I'll name them."

"Harry Potter!"

This savior is a young wizard whom Dumbledore has focused on training. Letting him learn how to resist the Imperius Curse should make the old headmaster very happy.

Once the old principal is happy, he might not pursue the issue of using the Unforgivable Curse.

Dracula secretly made a calculation.

Harry in the audience did not expect that he would be called, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"It's you, Potter, come up." Dracula repeated, "Don't keep the others waiting."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and cheered him up, but the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but rise clearly showed that he was happy to hear that Harry was about to dance on the stage.

Hermione glared at Ron and comforted Harry with a concerned expression.

Harry bid farewell to his two friends with a heart full of melancholy, stepped onto the duel stage with three steps back, and then closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

"Relax, among the three unforgivable curses, only the Soul Imperius Curse can be completely resisted. I will teach you how to do it." Dracula explained, "This requires real courage and a strong spirit. Not everyone can resist it. Everyone can do it.”

"Therefore, if a dark wizard attempts to control you with the Imperius Curse, it is best to avoid being hit by it."

Dracula raised his wand and chanted the Imperius Curse again.

Under the control of the Imperius Curse, Harry felt light and airy. The thoughts and worries in his mind were swept away, leaving only a hazy, invisible and intangible joy.

He stood there, feeling particularly relaxed and carefree, only dimly aware that the students in the audience were watching him.

Then, he heard Professor Dracula's voice, echoing in a distant corner of his empty head:

Run... run on the duel stage... somersault... somersault on the edge of the stage...

Harry ran around the perimeter of the duel stage, doing front flips at the edge of the stage from time to time.

After the farce caused by the Wes Lai twins, Dracula was not in the mood to choose any dance for Harry to dance, but the movements he was asked to perform were still not simple, and somersaults were far beyond his own physical fitness.

"Listen, Potter, try your best to use your will to resist the control of the Imperius Curse." Dracula stood in the center of the duel platform and said softly, "Don't care about what you are doing, and don't look at what is around you. Put all your energy into it, all you need to do is get rid of the Imperius Curse!"

Harry heard Dracula's voice, but Professor Dracula's external voice overlapped with the distant voice in his mind. It was like a dream, unreal and real, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

The words Dracula said on the duel stage soon disappeared, replaced by increasingly louder urging sounds:

Go do somersaults...let's do somersaults...

'But why? ’

Another voice came to life in Harry's head.

'It's such a stupid thing to do. ’ said the voice.

...and do somersaults.

'No, I don't want to do somersaults, thank you. 'The other voice said, with a firmer tone, 'No, I really don't want to turn over...'

Let you turn it over! Turn over quickly!

Next, Harry felt a sharp pain in his butt.

He turned somersaults, but while doing so he was trying not to let himself turn—

The result was that he fell to the ground, the hard dueling platform made a "winter" sound, and his tailbone hurt terribly, as if the bones were broken.

"Huh?" Dracula glanced at Harry in surprise.

He never expected that such a second-year wizard would show obvious resistance to the Soul-Impering Curse the first time he was manipulated, and even affected his body's control of movements.

Even if Dracula only used one-tenth of the magic power when controlling Riddle, it would still be a rare thing.

So, is this savior really special?

Dracula raised his lips with interest.

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