The next two days were uneventful, and nothing happened. www.biquge.info Of course, if Neville Longbottom's burning of his cauldron for the sixth time is anything to count, then something happened at Hogwarts. The consequence of this was a resurgence of Snape's revenge, which of course was also due to Holly's lack of contact with Snape for a single holiday. It's just that Neville accidentally bumps into the muzzle of the gun and has to stay in the hall to work overtime to disembowel a large bucket of horned toads.

Holly knew that Neville was going to stay because she was going to ask Snape some questions that day, and Slajerin's notes contained a lot of things that involved a lot of higher-level knowledge of magic and spells, and because it involved some dark arts, Holly didn't dare to ask Professor Flitwick, so she could only find Snape, who could create spells by herself, to seek answers.

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After lunch at noon on Thursday, before the bell rang, there was a long queue outside Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

As soon as the classroom door opened, everyone rushed in, rushing into the classroom in an attempt to occupy a place that was still in the past. Harry Potter and his friends, for example, occupied the four seats directly in front of the podium, and of course, there were no one to grab the two seats in the back row near the door. Since the second grade slapped Lockhart in the face once in Gilderoy Lockhart's class, those two positions have become the default positions for Holly and Erinka.

Moody's designated textbook is called "The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense." A book with some content—Snape's assessment; it looks thick, but if this level of magic works, it's not combat at all, it's a child's fight at best—Holly's opinion.

By the time Moody walked into the classroom, everyone in the classroom had already done it, and the more active ones had already opened the textbooks and were gently flipping through them, trying to give Moody the impression that they were serious about learning, as was the case with the Potter trio, even Hermione Granger, who had just arrived in the classroom from the library.

"Put these things away. Moody walked over to the podium and sat down. "You don't need these textbooks. ”

There was another rush of hustle and bustle, and almost everyone put their textbooks back in their bags.

Moody pulled out the roster, shook his head, and began to roll call. Harry Potter was a little sluggish, and of course Neville Longbottom was no different. His normal eye swept over the roster, and the magic eye kept turning, staring at each student who answered.

"Alright," Moody said, after everyone had answered, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin about the course. Looks like you've mastered a lot of how to deal with dark magic creatures - you've learned how to deal with boggarts, red hats, hinkpunks, Grindellow, Kaba, and werewolves, right?"

There was a whisper of approval below.

"And yet - you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells, not enough. Moody said, "So I'm going to give you a taste of the power of the spell." I've got a year to teach you how to fight the dark arts—"

"What? What did you say?" many of the students noticed the word "year," and Ron Weasley shouted.

"You're Arthur's son, aren't you?" Moody said, turning to Ron, "A few days ago, your father helped me solve a big problem. Well, I've only been teaching for a year, and I promised Dumbledore to come and do him a favor, teach for a year, and then move on with my retirement. Moody grinned, it was definitely a smile that was worse than crying.

Clapping his hands, Moody continued, "Alright, let's get down to business. Spells come in many forms, each with different powers. According to the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all kinds of spell breaking, and I shouldn't tell you what illegal black magic looks like until you are in your sixth year, because you are too young to deal with this thing. Speaking of the Ministry of Magic, Moody's eyes were fixed on Holly and Erinka, "But Dumbledore told me that he thinks you can handle it, and of course, it seems to me that the sooner you get in touch with what you're up against, it's a good thing for you." ”

"Well, without further ado, who of you knows which spells will subject you to the harshest punishment of wizarding laws?" Moody tapped the floor with his cane.

Underground, several hands trembled and raised.

Moody pointed at Ron Weasley.

"Uh...... Well, my dad said there was a One of the Imperiens, right?" Ron Weasley said with a shudder, his legs still shaking, and his voice trembling a little.

"Well, yes. Arthur must have remembered how much the spell had troubled the Ministry. Moody's said appreciatively. Stood up, took out a large glass bottle from the podium, and manipulated a spider to tap dance.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, but Moody's did not. Holly and Erinka were expressionless in the back, not knowing what they were thinking.

Neville said the name of the Curse, and under Moody's demonstration, not only Neville and Hermione shrank in their seats and shivered as if they were frightened.

"Oh, what's wrong with this young lady?" Moody was a little surprised when he saw Hermione's unusual reaction.

"Huh? No professor. Hermione responded.

"I can understand Longbottom's reaction to this spell, what about you?" Moody leaned his face closer, his eye turning rapidly, as if trying to see through something.

"Well, the last one. ”

"Requires. This time, no one snatched Hermione, but her voice trembled a little as she said it.

After killing the last spider with an Avada Curse, the classroom fell silent. Needle drops can be heard.

"It's not pretty," Moody swept the dead spider to the floor, "the Death Curse hasn't broken the curse, and the only one who escaped the spell is sitting in front of us right now." ”

"The Avada Spell requires a lot of magical power as a base, you can take out your wand, aim it at me, and recite this incantation, I suspect I will only get a little nosebleed at best. But that's okay, I'm just teaching you how to recite mantras. Moody said slowly.

…… When the bell rings, everyone is discussing the content of the class as soon as they leave the classroom, and many people find it interesting, and of course, some people don't think so. Let's say, for example, Professor Moody, who was blocked by a little girl in the classroom at this time.

"What's the matter, young lady, what's the matter with you?" asked Moody, with some seriousness.

"It's nothing, I heard the professor say that we can only get you a nosebleed at the most if we recite the Avada Death Mantra at you? Holly said. Grinning and holding his wand. "So, Professor Moody, would you like to give it a try?"

"Hmm, I remember in class, you seemed to have tried it like your classmates?" Moody said slowly.

"yes, but that's class...... Actually, I found a lot of doubtful things. ”

"Oh, what, why don't you tell me?" Holly's words seemed to pique Moody's interest.

"For example—AvadaKedavra!" Holly waved his wand in his right hand as he spoke, and a green glow flew swiftly towards Moody.

Moody didn't have a wand in his hand, so he had to fall back to his back to dodge the spell, and quickly stood up, grabbed his wand, and prepared to respond to the attack from behind.

"What are you going to do," Moody said solemnly, "Dumbledore didn't tell me that there was a student in the school who could use the Avada Suo Curse. ”

"Say hello to the teacher first, if there is something ...... 'teacher' that needs to be cooperated with...... Maybe we can be good partners. Once again, Holly smiled mysteriously, making it impossible to understand what it was like.