Chapter 194 Hardcore Teaching and the Three Unforgivable Curses
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Seeing Moody's unfriendly face made the timid man tremble with fright.
They hurriedly took out their respective "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited. The atmosphere was extraordinarily quiet, which was unprecedented in previous classes.
"Put these away," said Moody gruffly, walking with difficulty to the edge of the podium on crutches, and sat down. "You don't need these textbooks."
The students looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally put away the books.
Ron was intrigued, he had heard that the class was interesting from Fred and George.
The first is the roll call, which is also a good way for the professor to get to know the students quickly.
Moody didn't need to look up, his normal eyes looked down the list, and his magic eyes turned around to look at the students who answered.
"John Wick."
"Here." John said calmly.
When the name was mentioned, the atmosphere became even more eerie.
Moody just paused for a moment, and continued to read as usual.
"Okay." After all the students' names were read, Moody began to teach, he said: "I received a letter from Professor Lupine, introducing your progress in the last semester, and you have mastered a lot of basics on how to deal with black magic creatures .”
Talking about the students' favorite Professor Lupine, they were bolder and agreed in a low voice.
However, Moody changed the subject and said: "But in terms of how to deal with spells, you haven't learned enough, not enough!"
Seemingly quite dissatisfied, Moody tapped the ground with his wooden leg.
Moody stared at the students, his magic eye was circling around, and said, "So, I'm going to let you understand what the wizards do. I have a year to teach you how to deal with the black devil..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Ron blurted out nervously: "What, what did you say?"
The blue-eyed monster turned and stared at Ron.
Ron swallowed hard, and he only said it out of his brain. In the face of Moody, he would rather face the spider.
Just when Ron thought he might be the first person to be sent to Azkaban for interrupting class, Moody laughed.
"You're Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you?" Looking at the redhead, Moody said, "Your father helped me out of a very difficult situation a few days ago, yes, I only teach For a year, do Dumbledore a favor and go back to peaceful retirement."
He didn't seem to care about Ron's interruption, which made Ron relieved.
Malfoy chuckled softly, very clearly in class.
The smile on Moody's face suddenly faded, and the magic eyes turned sharply to stare at Malfoy.
Malfoy restrained his smile, but it was still not very friendly.
After all, no one can have a good impression of a person who seeks relationships in class, especially that person who attacked him yesterday.
Moody looked at Malfoy for a while, laughed hoarsely, and clapped his big rough hands to signal everyone to concentrate.
He also got down to business, the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.
Clenching a piece of chalk in his hand, he said gruffly, aloud: Do any of you know which spells are punished most severely under Wizarding Law? "
After the words fell, several hands tremblingly raised up, including Ron and Hermione's.
Moody looked over, glanced over, and pointed at Ron.
The tone was hoarse, but much softer, "Weasley."
"Uh, that's right," Ron said uncertainly, "my dad told me about one, called the Imperius Curse or something, right?"
"Ah, yes!" cried Moody approvingly. "Of course your father knew about the spell. The Imperius Curse has given the Ministry a lot of trouble."
As he spoke, Moody quickly wrote the Imperius Curse on the blackboard, walked to the podium with difficulty on his prosthetic leg, opened the drawer, and took out a glass bottle.
"It's not like all of you have no experience with the Imperius Curse, do you?"
The magic eye was staring at John. Inside the glass bottle, three big black spiders were crawling around.
Ron regretted it, and he swore he didn't want to stay with spiders.
"As far as I know, a poor kid was under the Imperius Curse in first grade." Moody reached into the bottle and grabbed a spider without fear.
He very thoughtfully placed the spider on his open palm so that everyone could see it more clearly.
Pointing at it with a wand in one hand, muttering: "Imperio"
The spider was controlled and jumped away from Moody's palm, dangling from a thread like it was on a swing.
Spinning and somersaulting in the air, the spider fell to the table, stood up on its hind legs, and did a tap dance.
Everyone laughed, and Moody raised his lips slightly.
"You think it's funny, don't you?" he asked gruffly. "Would you like it if I did it to you?"
The laughter disappeared almost immediately.
Moody looked at John who had said a word since he came in, and said softly: "It is completely under the control of the spell caster, and the controlled one, I can let him jump off the window sill, or let him drown himself, and what's more Manipulating...to kill a certain person."
His words were blunt, and the faces of the students paled.
Staring straight at John, Moody said, "Wick should be very touched, that kind of involuntary feeling."
Brush it.
The eyes in the classroom could not help but focus on John. In the first grade, John was once controlled by the Imperius Curse.
John's expression remained calm, he saw Daphne's concerned eyes.
He shook his head slightly to indicate that there was nothing wrong with him. Originally, he was just pretending to be soul-snatched, so he can say whatever he wants.
"Many years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Imperius Curse, which made the Ministry of Magic very busy. They had to distinguish who was lying and who was forced."
"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I will give you the method, but it requires a strong personality, and the best way is not to be hit by it." As if seeing enough of John's expression, Moody suddenly Yelling: "Remember, always be vigilant!"
The spider was roughly picked up and thrown back into the glass, and Moody asked again, "Anyone else know what spell?"
Under everyone's surprised eyes, Neville actually raised his hand.
Moody pointed to Neville, and Neville said in a soft but clear voice, "There is...the Cruciatus Curse."
"Longbottom."
Looking at Neville with both eyes for a rare moment, Moody pulled a second spider out of the glass bottle.
Use the magnification spell on a spider to make it bigger than a tarantula.
Ron moved the chair back as if it would not be touched.
Moody pointed his wand at the spider and said softly, "Crucio"
Even though the spider didn't make a sound, its painful posture made it sure that it was screaming desperately at the moment.
Neville paled and closed his eyes in pain.
"Stop!" Hermione shrieked, interrupting Moody to continue torturing the spider.
Moody stopped, shrunk the spider and threw it back into the glass bottle.
"Extremely painful," Moody said softly. "If you know the Cruciatus Curse, you can easily drive people crazy without any other tools. Well, who knows what spell."
Hermione raised her hand for the third time, and Moody finally chose her.
"Avada Kedavra," whispered Hermione, as if speaking too loudly would accidentally kill someone.
"Yes, this is the last and most unforgivable... Killing Curse." Moody's lips twitched, forcing an ugly smile.
The last spider was brought out, Moody held up his wand, and the other students begged him not to say the spell.
"Avada Kedavra"
The voice was very soft, as if someone said good night.
The green light pierced the eyes, and the spider's body remained motionless without any scars.
It's dead.
Several students covered their mouths hard to silence the screaming.
The spider's body was carried by the impact and slid towards Ron, causing him to fall back in fear and nearly fall.
"Calm, very unpleasant, this is the Killing Curse, without breaking the curse, there is no way to resist it."
Saying this, Moody's normal eye looked at Harry, and his magic eye looked at John.
"Only one person is known to have escaped such a spell, and I'm talking the Killing Curse in full bloom."
The students looked at each other, and Moody said calmly: "Avada Kedavra needs a very powerful magical power as a foundation. You can all take out your wands, point them at me, and recite this spell."
Moody laughed, but this smile was as ugly as the Killing Curse, a bit penetrating.
"I suspect that I will only have some nosebleeds at most, just like Wick. His experience is very pitiful and he is extremely lucky. The person who chanted the spell is extremely weak, and he probably doesn't even have the magic power you have now."
After being called for the second time, John curled his lips. There is still a savior who has suffered from Voldemort's killing curse. Can you stop calling.
The reason why the Unforgivable Curse is unforgivable is because using it means entering Azkaban.
Of course, Moody wouldn't go in.
The reality is that you can't expect some people to be equal to the average person.
After class, the students were like rabbits out of trouble, walking fast one by one, still discussing the class in their mouths.
"John, you collected two of the three Unforgivable Curses."
When Malfoy said this, Goyle walked and talked to Crabbe, and hit Malfoy directly on the back of the head, and the two of them fell into the mud together.
Well, Chubby fell down.
...
They hurriedly took out their respective "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited. The atmosphere was extraordinarily quiet, which was unprecedented in previous classes.
"Put these away," said Moody gruffly, walking with difficulty to the edge of the podium on crutches, and sat down. "You don't need these textbooks."
The students looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally put away the books.
Ron was intrigued, he had heard that the class was interesting from Fred and George.
The first is the roll call, which is also a good way for the professor to get to know the students quickly.
Moody didn't need to look up, his normal eyes looked down the list, and his magic eyes turned around to look at the students who answered.
"John Wick."
"Here." John said calmly.
When the name was mentioned, the atmosphere became even more eerie.
Moody just paused for a moment, and continued to read as usual.
"Okay." After all the students' names were read, Moody began to teach, he said: "I received a letter from Professor Lupine, introducing your progress in the last semester, and you have mastered a lot of basics on how to deal with black magic creatures .”
Talking about the students' favorite Professor Lupine, they were bolder and agreed in a low voice.
However, Moody changed the subject and said: "But in terms of how to deal with spells, you haven't learned enough, not enough!"
Seemingly quite dissatisfied, Moody tapped the ground with his wooden leg.
Moody stared at the students, his magic eye was circling around, and said, "So, I'm going to let you understand what the wizards do. I have a year to teach you how to deal with the black devil..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Ron blurted out nervously: "What, what did you say?"
The blue-eyed monster turned and stared at Ron.
Ron swallowed hard, and he only said it out of his brain. In the face of Moody, he would rather face the spider.
Just when Ron thought he might be the first person to be sent to Azkaban for interrupting class, Moody laughed.
"You're Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you?" Looking at the redhead, Moody said, "Your father helped me out of a very difficult situation a few days ago, yes, I only teach For a year, do Dumbledore a favor and go back to peaceful retirement."
He didn't seem to care about Ron's interruption, which made Ron relieved.
Malfoy chuckled softly, very clearly in class.
The smile on Moody's face suddenly faded, and the magic eyes turned sharply to stare at Malfoy.
Malfoy restrained his smile, but it was still not very friendly.
After all, no one can have a good impression of a person who seeks relationships in class, especially that person who attacked him yesterday.
Moody looked at Malfoy for a while, laughed hoarsely, and clapped his big rough hands to signal everyone to concentrate.
He also got down to business, the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.
Clenching a piece of chalk in his hand, he said gruffly, aloud: Do any of you know which spells are punished most severely under Wizarding Law? "
After the words fell, several hands tremblingly raised up, including Ron and Hermione's.
Moody looked over, glanced over, and pointed at Ron.
The tone was hoarse, but much softer, "Weasley."
"Uh, that's right," Ron said uncertainly, "my dad told me about one, called the Imperius Curse or something, right?"
"Ah, yes!" cried Moody approvingly. "Of course your father knew about the spell. The Imperius Curse has given the Ministry a lot of trouble."
As he spoke, Moody quickly wrote the Imperius Curse on the blackboard, walked to the podium with difficulty on his prosthetic leg, opened the drawer, and took out a glass bottle.
"It's not like all of you have no experience with the Imperius Curse, do you?"
The magic eye was staring at John. Inside the glass bottle, three big black spiders were crawling around.
Ron regretted it, and he swore he didn't want to stay with spiders.
"As far as I know, a poor kid was under the Imperius Curse in first grade." Moody reached into the bottle and grabbed a spider without fear.
He very thoughtfully placed the spider on his open palm so that everyone could see it more clearly.
Pointing at it with a wand in one hand, muttering: "Imperio"
The spider was controlled and jumped away from Moody's palm, dangling from a thread like it was on a swing.
Spinning and somersaulting in the air, the spider fell to the table, stood up on its hind legs, and did a tap dance.
Everyone laughed, and Moody raised his lips slightly.
"You think it's funny, don't you?" he asked gruffly. "Would you like it if I did it to you?"
The laughter disappeared almost immediately.
Moody looked at John who had said a word since he came in, and said softly: "It is completely under the control of the spell caster, and the controlled one, I can let him jump off the window sill, or let him drown himself, and what's more Manipulating...to kill a certain person."
His words were blunt, and the faces of the students paled.
Staring straight at John, Moody said, "Wick should be very touched, that kind of involuntary feeling."
Brush it.
The eyes in the classroom could not help but focus on John. In the first grade, John was once controlled by the Imperius Curse.
John's expression remained calm, he saw Daphne's concerned eyes.
He shook his head slightly to indicate that there was nothing wrong with him. Originally, he was just pretending to be soul-snatched, so he can say whatever he wants.
"Many years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Imperius Curse, which made the Ministry of Magic very busy. They had to distinguish who was lying and who was forced."
"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I will give you the method, but it requires a strong personality, and the best way is not to be hit by it." As if seeing enough of John's expression, Moody suddenly Yelling: "Remember, always be vigilant!"
The spider was roughly picked up and thrown back into the glass, and Moody asked again, "Anyone else know what spell?"
Under everyone's surprised eyes, Neville actually raised his hand.
Moody pointed to Neville, and Neville said in a soft but clear voice, "There is...the Cruciatus Curse."
"Longbottom."
Looking at Neville with both eyes for a rare moment, Moody pulled a second spider out of the glass bottle.
Use the magnification spell on a spider to make it bigger than a tarantula.
Ron moved the chair back as if it would not be touched.
Moody pointed his wand at the spider and said softly, "Crucio"
Even though the spider didn't make a sound, its painful posture made it sure that it was screaming desperately at the moment.
Neville paled and closed his eyes in pain.
"Stop!" Hermione shrieked, interrupting Moody to continue torturing the spider.
Moody stopped, shrunk the spider and threw it back into the glass bottle.
"Extremely painful," Moody said softly. "If you know the Cruciatus Curse, you can easily drive people crazy without any other tools. Well, who knows what spell."
Hermione raised her hand for the third time, and Moody finally chose her.
"Avada Kedavra," whispered Hermione, as if speaking too loudly would accidentally kill someone.
"Yes, this is the last and most unforgivable... Killing Curse." Moody's lips twitched, forcing an ugly smile.
The last spider was brought out, Moody held up his wand, and the other students begged him not to say the spell.
"Avada Kedavra"
The voice was very soft, as if someone said good night.
The green light pierced the eyes, and the spider's body remained motionless without any scars.
It's dead.
Several students covered their mouths hard to silence the screaming.
The spider's body was carried by the impact and slid towards Ron, causing him to fall back in fear and nearly fall.
"Calm, very unpleasant, this is the Killing Curse, without breaking the curse, there is no way to resist it."
Saying this, Moody's normal eye looked at Harry, and his magic eye looked at John.
"Only one person is known to have escaped such a spell, and I'm talking the Killing Curse in full bloom."
The students looked at each other, and Moody said calmly: "Avada Kedavra needs a very powerful magical power as a foundation. You can all take out your wands, point them at me, and recite this spell."
Moody laughed, but this smile was as ugly as the Killing Curse, a bit penetrating.
"I suspect that I will only have some nosebleeds at most, just like Wick. His experience is very pitiful and he is extremely lucky. The person who chanted the spell is extremely weak, and he probably doesn't even have the magic power you have now."
After being called for the second time, John curled his lips. There is still a savior who has suffered from Voldemort's killing curse. Can you stop calling.
The reason why the Unforgivable Curse is unforgivable is because using it means entering Azkaban.
Of course, Moody wouldn't go in.
The reality is that you can't expect some people to be equal to the average person.
After class, the students were like rabbits out of trouble, walking fast one by one, still discussing the class in their mouths.
"John, you collected two of the three Unforgivable Curses."
When Malfoy said this, Goyle walked and talked to Crabbe, and hit Malfoy directly on the back of the head, and the two of them fell into the mud together.
Well, Chubby fell down.
...
