"Professor Moody, know that Hogwarts does not allow Transfiguration to punish students. Phoenix had no choice but to stand up and excuse him.

"Is that so? Who are you?" Moody yelled again, turning around, both eyes fixed on Phoenix. Moody began to limp closer to the ferret.

"Phoenix Peverell. With a wave of his wand, a moment later, with a loud crackle, Draco was back again. He was curled up in a ball and lay on the stone floor, his slippery pale yellow hair scattered over his now dazzlingly red face.

There was a terrible silence in the foyer. Except for Moody's, no one dared to move. He leaned forward slightly, as if to see who he really was. Professor McGonagall was descending the marble staircase, holding a stack of books in her arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall. Moody said calmly, the whites of his magic eyes that seemed to be able to see through the back of his head.

"Y-what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, her gaze wandering back and forth between Phoenix and Moody.

"Lesson lesson. Moody's said.

"Lesson—what, Moody?" Professor McGonagall asked, confused.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody wants to punish Draco with Transfiguration. Phoenix shrugged.

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall shouted, hurrying down the stairs.

"Moody, we never use shapeshifting as punishment!" Professor McGonagall said weakly, "Professor Dumbledore must have told you, right?"

"He probably mentioned it," Moody said, scratching his chin nonchalantly, "but I think I need to scare him hard—"

"We can shut up, Moody!, or report to the dean of the house where the person is located. ”

"I'll do that. Moody glared at Malfoy in disgust and said.

Malfoy's pale eyes, still welling with tears from pain and shame, stood up, trembling. Muttering something in his mouth, a few words that are clearly heard, is "my dad".

"Oh, really?" Moody limped forward a few steps, his wooden leg slamming against the ground echoing in the foyer, "yes, I've known your dad before, kid - you told him that Moody was keeping an eye on his son - you told him that you told him for me - well, the head of your house is Snape, isn't he?"

"Yes. Malfoy said resentfully.

"An old friend," Moody growled, "and I've been looking forward to a good chat with old buddy Snape." Let's go, boy—"

As he spoke, he grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him towards the basement classroom. Phoenix felt that Moody's magic eye had been watching him, and at the same time felt unworthy for Draco, so he might as well have hit.

Professor McGonagall looked uneasily at their backs.

The next two days about the conflict at the entrance of the auditorium in the evening became more and more mysterious. It even turned out to be a fight between Phoenix and Moody's.

It was finally time for Professor Moody's class, and although the Slytherins didn't like the teacher, no one showed it.

The class bell rings.

Phoenix sat down in the seat directly at the front of the podium and waited for the Dark Forces: Self-Defense Guide, in an eerily quiet atmosphere. Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic grunting footsteps coming down the hallway. He walked into the classroom, looking as weird and scary as usual. They could just see his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

"Put these things away," he said in a gruff voice, struggling to the podium with a cane and sitting down, "these textbooks." You don't need it. ”

Melinda and Phoenix looked at each other.

Moody pulled out the roster, shook his head, and shook his long, gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll out names. His normal eyes moved down the list, his magical eyes spinning around, staring at each student who answered.

"All right," he said, when the last student had finished, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin about the course. It seems that you have mastered quite a few basics of how to deal with dark magic animals. ”

"But you don't know enough about how to deal with spells—not enough," Moody said, "so I'm going to give you a taste of the spells that wizards cast among themselves." I've got a year to teach you how to deal with the dark arts. ”

So he's just a temporary, Phoenix thought to himself.

"Spells, they come in many forms, and their magic varies. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all sorts of spell-breakers, that's all. It stands to reason that you're not in sixth form, and I shouldn't tell you what illegal dark spells look like, because you're too young to deal with this stuff. But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage for a great deal of it, and he thought you could handle it, and it seemed to me that the sooner you understood what you were going to deal with, the better. If you've never seen something before, how can you protect yourself from it? A wizard wants to recite an illegal spell to you, and he won't tell you what he's going to do. He will not give you mantras frankly, fairly, and politely. You have to be prepared and vigilant. ”

"So-who of you knows which spells are subject to the harshest punishment of wizarding law?"

Moody gestured at Phoenix, as he was the only one who had raised his hand.

"The Imperius Curse, the Diamond Heart Curse," Phoenix said slowly, "and the Avada Curse." ”

"Good," Moody said appreciatively, struggling to get up on his prosthetic leg, opening the lectern drawer and pulling out a glass bottle. Three big black spiders crawled inside.

Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and placed it on the open palm for everyone to see. Then he pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Out of body!"

The spider jumped off Moody's palm, dangling a filament, and began to swing back and forth, as if sitting on a high swing. It stiffened its legs, then turned around and flipped over, the filaments being pulled off. It slammed on the table and began to turn its head in circles. Moody flicked his wand, and it stood up on its two hind legs and did a tap-dance, yes, tap-dance.

Everyone laughed.

"You think it's fun, don't you?" he asked, in a thick voice, "if I did this to you, would you like it?"

The laughter died down almost immediately.

"It's under my control," Moody whispered—at which point the spider got up and began rolling around, "I can make it jump out of the window, or drown itself, or jump into the throat of one of your classmates—"

"Years ago, many wizards were under the control of the Imperius Curse," Moody said, referring to the days when Voldemort was at his most powerful, "and it really kept the Ministry busy." They need to distinguish between those who are forced to do what they are and those who are acting on their own will. ”

Moody grabbed the somersault spider and threw it back into the bottle. He turned his back to the class, pulled a second spider out of the glass bottle, and placed it on the podium. The spider remained motionless, apparently frightened.

"Drill the Heart. "You'll need to zoom in so you can see it," Moody said, pointing his wand at the spider, "Grow bigger!"

The spider swelled up. Now it's bigger than a tarantula. Moody raised his wand again, pointed at the spider, and said softly, "Drill the heart and cut the bone!"

Immediately, the spider's legs all shrank and clinged to its body. It flipped and flipped as its body twitched violently, swaying from side to side. It doesn't make a sound because it doesn't have an articulatory organ. Moody didn't take his wand away, and the spider began to tremble and twitch even more.

Moody raised his wand, and the spider's legs flagged, but still twitched.

"Shrink quickly. Moody muttered. The spider retracted back to its original size, and Moody put it back in the bottle. "Extreme pain. If you can recite the Piercing Heart Mantra, you won't need to use a thumb grip or a knife to torture others – a mantra that was once very popular. ”

His crooked mouth twitched again, and a smile twitched, "This is the last and greatest spell. Avadasso's Curse - Death Curse. ”

He reached into the glass bottle, and the third spider, as if aware of the impending doom, crawled desperately around the bottom of the bottle, trying to avoid Moody's fingers, but he grabbed it anyway and placed it on the podium. The spider began to crawl on the wooden table again.

Moody raised his wand, and he raised it and shouted, "Avada Suo Curse!"

A dazzling green light pierced the eyes, and there was a jumble of sounds, as if an invisible behemoth was flying through the air—and at the same time, the spider rolled over and lay on its back on the table, unscathed, but undoubtedly dead.

Moody swept the dead spider off the table to the floor.

"It's not pretty," he said calmly, "it's unpleasant." And there is no spell to break. There is no way to defend against it. As far as is known, only one person escaped this spell, and I think you all know who it is. ”

There was a whisper below, and Professor Moody continued.

"The Avada Spell requires a lot of magical power as a foundation. - You can all take out your wand, aim it at me, and say this incantation, I suspect I'll only get a little nosebleed at most. But that doesn't matter. I'm here to teach you how to recite mantras. ”

"So, why am I showing you this since there is no mantra solution? You must be fully aware of what is the worst. You don't want to find yourself in the situation you are facing. Always be vigilant!" he yelled, startling the class again.

For the rest of the lesson, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three unforgivable spells. The classroom was silent, and no one spoke until the bell rang for the end of class.