Chapter 935 Neville's Transformation
Most of the fourth-grade students are only 14 years old, so it is normal for them to be afraid of the Cruciatus Curse.
But when it comes to anger towards it, even Moody is far inferior to Neville.
I felt fear instinctively, but I couldn't suppress the anger in my heart.
Moody thought it was good that Neville could keep his anger, and keep it like this, not venting his emotions but using it as motivation.
"Shrink quickly." Moody retracted his gaze and let the spider return to its original size.
After two ordeals, it was obviously exhausted and lay on the podium motionless.
"The Cruciatus Curse causes extreme pain. If you learn it, you won't need a knife or a whip to torture others."
He sighed and said, "This spell was once very popular. Before it was strictly prohibited, the Ministry—"
"Ahem—" He coughed, "Okay, who knows what other spells there are?"
Harry raised his hand.
Moody was stunned for a moment, looking at the little hand stretched straight in front of him.
"Mr. Potter, go ahead."
Harry dropped his hands and stood up, his emerald eyes full of sadness behind his glasses, "And the Killing Curse, Professor."
Moody walked down from the podium, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and motioned for him to sit down.
"The Killing Curse is also known as the Killing Curse or the Death Curse. It is the most evil and unforgivable of all black magic spells."
Harry forced a smile and sat down.
Moody hesitated for a moment and put the wand in his hand back into the inside pocket of his coat. "The Killing Curse is also the You-Know-Who's favorite spell. Countless people have died under this spell."
He first glanced at Vincent on the far left with appreciation, then looked down at Harry, who looked unhappy.
"And you, Mr. Potter, are the only person ever to have been struck by the Killing Curse and survived."
Moody returned to the podium, and the students expected him to repeat the demonstration as before, but he simply picked up the wilted spider and put it back into the bottle.
"The Killing Curse requires a strong desire to kill another person, and only the most evil Dark wizards can cast it at will.
For the spell has irreversibly corrupted their souls, casting them into darkness forever and beyond redemption."
Moody put the bottle of spiders back into his coat pocket. "The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, the Killing Curse - they are all called the Unforgivable Curses."
His expression was extremely solemn. "If you use any of these spells on humans, you will get a permanent meal ticket to Azkaban."
No one found it funny.
"This is what you have to defend against, and this is what I'm going to teach you to defend against."
Moody placed his hands on both ends of the podium. "What I am going to talk about next is my decades of experience in fighting against the Unforgivable Curses. If you are unfortunate enough to encounter them one day, please remember today and this lesson."
The students took out their notebooks and wrote down what he said.
The way to fight the Imperius Curse is simple: have strong willpower.
"I will teach you how to exercise your willpower in the next class. Now, let's talk about the Cruciatus Curse."
Moody on the podium had been keeping an eye on Neville. "The damage it caused is irreversible. Although there is such a thing as a curse-removal, whether you can hold on until then depends on how long that damned curse-caster intends to torture you."
Neville listened very carefully, and his knuckles turned slightly white while holding the quill.
"My advice is to never show your back to someone you don't trust. Stay alert. When you are unfortunately hit by the Cruciatus Curse, please believe me, your best option is to use all means to make him fall, or to make him fall forever."
Is this... inciting murder?
But people have tortured you with the Cruciatus Curse, and accepting the punishment will only bring the most tragic ending.
"Finally—" Moody looked at Harry who was facing the podium, "Killing Curse, Killing Curse, Death Curse, there is only one outcome for those who are hit by it.
I hope you can remember one thing, that is, never use so-called luck to bet that you will be the next Harry Potter. "
He glanced at Vincent on the far left, "If you encounter the Killing Curse, I have only one word to say to you, run! Run for your life!"
Not many wizards in the British wizarding world knew that Vincent had used the sword of Gryffindor to break the Killing Curse. Together with the six little ones at the time, there would be no more than 20 people in total.
Obviously, Moody's is one of them.
He didn't say it but it didn't mean he was denying Vincent. On the contrary, he really appreciated this approach.
But it is not something that ordinary people can do to use a sword to break the killing curse.
It is not easy to find a sword that can withstand the death curse, and to split the green light requires not only extraordinary courage but also extremely rich skills.
The bell rang, and Moody announced the end of get out of class amid the reluctant gazes of the students.
Without a doubt, this was a very rewarding Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Like Lupin last year, Hogwarts finally welcomed its second reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
The students left the classroom, most of them talking about the three unforgivable curses in awe-filled tones as they walked.
Harry and Neville, who were in the minority, were completely different. One had a confused look on his face, and the other clenched his fists tightly.
"I'm looking forward to the next class." Ron looked particularly excited.
"Harry, Professor Moody said he would teach us how to exercise our willpower. What do you think it would be?"
Harry made no reply, as though he had heard nothing.
Ron then noticed his abnormality, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Harry smiled bitterly, "Give me some time, I will adjust my mood as soon as possible."
On the other side, Vincent invited Neville to practice in the activity room, and the latter agreed decisively.
Under the ring, the two men took off their school robes, revealing white shirts bulging with muscles.
Neville looks a little fat on the surface, but he has actually built up a body of solid muscles.
It's just that he was always worried about getting beaten, so he rarely went to the ring.
But today is a little different.
Not long after the fight began, Neville rushed towards Vincent and started swinging his fists wildly.
There is no skill at all, it seems like he is just venting his emotions.
Vincent didn't hold back, he kicked him down to make him lose his balance, and then pressed him hard to the ring.
With a "bang", Neville, who had just stood up, was pushed down again.
After going back and forth four or five times, he lay motionless on the ring with a dazed look on his face.
"No more?" Vincent squatted down and stretched out his hand to him.
Nawei shook his head fiercely, "I want to become stronger, as strong as you."
Vincent pulled up his hand and said, "Really? I can help you."
"Thank you." Neville stood firm and took a defensive stance.
Just as Moody thought, the anger in his heart was gradually turning into motivation.
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