Chapter 265: Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
As the strange knocking noises grew louder, Moody limped in, leaning on a cane, as he pushed open the classroom door.
Almost on time, he arrived in the classroom at the last minute before class.
Moody walked straight to the podium, his blue eyes moving constantly.
He glanced at all the students in the classroom, not knowing whether to remember them or to find the dark wizard among them.
After the evil eye stopped moving, he sat down behind the podium and let out a long sigh.
Moody placed his cane against the wall, waved his hand, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Put away all the textbooks. We don't need to learn these 'concepts of black magic' and 'principles of black magic' in class..."
"With your level, you can't use it yet!"
The students who were listening to the class were not angered by the taunts, but instead smiled slightly.
From their experience, any professor who is willing to give practical classes is generally not an easy person to teach.
They all have some real stuff and are willing to share it with others.
Following Moody's instructions, the students packed up their textbooks and took out their wands to get ready.
Moody nodded in satisfaction, took out a metal wine flask from his arms, took a big gulp, and then said slowly:
"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself to you first."
"My name is Alastor Moody, and I have been invited by Dumbledore to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts for a year."
"At the same time, as a retired Auror, I will also teach you my experience in dealing with dark wizards."
After finishing speaking, Moody paused and took another big sip before continuing:
"Because one year is too short, you can't learn much through normal means."
"So, I'm going to disobey the Ministry's rules and just give you something more powerful."
"Like, the Unforgivable Curses or something like that!"
"Wow!!!!!"
After hearing Moody's words, the students who knew what the Unforgivable Curse was immediately exclaimed.
Such sounds continued to echo in the classroom for a long time.
They didn't expect that there would be a professor so bold as to teach such things in school.
Generally speaking, even graduates from Hogwarts have no way of learning this horrible black magic.
I must join the Ministry of Magic and become an Auror, or even become an elite Auror, a striker!
Only then is it possible to learn this horrible black magic.
After the noise from the students in the classroom died down, Moody took another sip, looked at the students and said slowly:
"How much do you know about the Unforgivable Curses? Or do you just think that this kind of dark magic is very powerful?"
As soon as the words fell, Hermione raised her hand excitedly and kept shaking it, waiting to be called on to answer the question.
But Moody didn't look at her. Instead, he turned his gaze to Wright, who was looking at the ceiling boredly, and said:
"Rags, right! It's you, stand up and answer the question."
When his name was called, Wright was stunned for a moment, then he glanced at Moody who was staring at him, and then he slowly answered:
"The Unforgivable Curses consist of three dark spells: the Killing Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Cruciatus Curse."
"These spells are extremely cruel and evil. Once they are used on wizards, they will be sent to Azkaban for life."
"good, very good, excellent!"
Moody looked at Wright, who had a calm expression, and kept clapping and praising him, and said meaningfully:
"It seems that you have indeed received Snape's teachings. Very good, really very good!"
After finishing speaking, Moody ignored Wright and turned to look at the other students. He took a deep breath and said slowly:
"As Rags said, the Ministry of Magic calls those three evil spells the Unforgivable Curses."
"Then do you know why they are listed as Unforgivable Curses?"
Hermione raised her hands again, but Moody ignored her again and shouted to Wright:
"Rags, you answer!"
Wright, who had just been daydreaming, was forced to come back to his senses again, and said slowly with a calm face:
"Because they don't have a corresponding counter-spell, they can't be removed once they are hit."
"When facing these dark magics, all you can do is dodge and defend."
"The Killing Curse can instantly take the life of the one who is cursed, and the magical effect cannot be removed."
"The Imperius Curse can directly control other wizards. Those who are cursed can only rely on willpower to resist, and it cannot be removed."
"As for the Cruciatus Curse, it should be that it also cannot be removed by a counter-curse. Only the caster can choose to stop it."
"Very good, please sit down first!"
After listening to Wright's answer, Moody nodded and motioned for him to sit down, then looked at the other students and said:
"Although what he said was very comprehensive, it still lacked the essence."
"Everyone knows that the key to making black magic work is to have bad intentions."
"And these unforgivable curses require even more extreme malice."
Having said this, Moody put away the wine flask, picked up the crutches leaning against the wall, and stood up with all his strength. He looked at the students and said:
"Now, let me demonstrate it to you."
"Wow!!!!"
This time, all the students exclaimed in surprise, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
In the face of these surprises, Moody waved his hand easily, pointed his cane at Ron, and said in a hoarse voice:
"It's not that I underestimate you, but you simply can't do it."
"With your abilities, even if you use the Killing Curse on me, it would only make my nose bleed."
Ron, who was suddenly pointed at by the cane, scratched his head in confusion.
Then he looked at Moody, who had an expression that said "I'm strong, you can't hurt me," and asked:
"Is this true? Professor, is it true that the only thing we can do when we use the Killing Curse on you is to cause you to bleed from the nose?"
Looking at Ron who was eager to try, and Moody who looked like a master, Wright couldn't help but secretly complain:
"Wow, the magic eye is useful for this? It successfully picked out the weakest person in a group of people."
"Yes, I was right, dear Mr. Weasley!"
Moody limped over to Ron's desk, leaning on his cane.
He lowered his head and looked into Ron's eyes, revealing a somewhat neurotic smile:
"It seems that you don't quite believe what I say, Mr. Weasley."
Ron, who was being stared at by the strange and constantly rotating demonic eyes, swallowed instinctively.
Faced with Moody's powerful pressure, he was a little overwhelmed and had no idea what to do for a moment.
"Right now, raise your wand... now... cast a spell on me!"
Ron was so frightened by Moody's sudden shout that he almost jumped up, and even the students sitting near him were scared.
Neville, who was sitting behind Ron, trembled all over when he heard the sudden shout.












