The weather is getting cooler, the breath of autumn is slowly coming, and the empty sky is full of bleak winds. The next two days were uneventful, with no incidents, except for Neville's burning of the cauldron in Potions class, which was already the sixth cauldron he had burned. Professor Snape's revenge seems to have reached a new high over the summer, when he unceremoniously punished Neville for his labor. Neville had to disembowelment a large bucket of horned toads, and when he returned, his nerves were almost broken.

After lunch on Thursday, the three Augustos were ready to go to Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Following the crowd and walking all the way through the escalators of the castle, the three of them came to the classroom on the second floor, which was already full of Gryffindor and Slytherin students.

Pulling out the "Dark Force: A Guide to Self-Defense", Augustus flipped through it boringly a few times, the content in it is basically still a cliché, and the essence of the things is really pitiful, I really don't understand, an orthodox school that cultivates wizards, in addition to various low-level spells in simple daily life, actually has no powerful spells that can be used to fight against the enemy to protect themselves, such an education system, the talents cultivated, basically encounter real wars, can only be used as cannon fodder, and only in this context, It is possible to be ruled by a so-called Voldemort, who has been ruled by darkness for decades, and no one can resist.

Moody's characteristic grunt footsteps came down the hallway. He walked into the classroom, looking as weird and scary as usual. The students could just see his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

He glanced at Augustus, who was sitting in the front row, and Augustus smiled politely, and Moody snorted slightly and turned his gaze.

"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.

"I received a letter from Professor Lupin about the course," he said. It looks like you've got quite a bit of the basics on how to deal with dark magic beasts - you've learned how to deal with the Boggart, the Red Hat, the Hinkpunk, the Grindillo, the Kaba, and the Werewolves, right? ”

The student seated below nodded in agreement.

"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—"

"What, what did you say?" Ron blurted out and asked.

A strange smile appeared on Moody's face, "Children, life in the ivory tower is too good for you, it's time for you to know the real cruelty of the wizarding world, our class is called Defense Against the Dark Arts, if you have never even understood the dark arts, the existence of this class will be meaningless." ”

Augustus chuckled, very interesting, showing the power and charm of black magic in front of students who have not yet experienced it, this kind of **, is tantamount to a beautiful and deadly poppy, inducing these young and ignorant teenagers to plant a dark seed and wait for it to grow gradually.

"So...... Do any of you know which spells are subject to the harshest punishment of the wizarding law? ”

A few trembling hands were raised in his seat, and Moody's magical eyes glanced at Lillian, who sat next to Augustus.

"If memory serves, Imperius Curse." Lillian replied simply, her crimson pupils filled with memories.

"Yes, that's good." Professor Moody nodded, "Your father's department seems to have to deal with this spell for many years. ”

Moody struggled to get up on his prosthetic legs, opened the lectern drawer, and pulled 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!" ”

Under the watchful eyes of the students, the spider began to dance all kinds of strange dances.

Augustus clasped his hands in front of his chest, his gaze crossed the dancing spider, and fell on Moody, these days, using the power of the family, through the magic image he presented, he already knew the true identity of this person, but at this time, what was the purpose of his coming to Hogwarts, as a second generation official, why did he take a certain risk to sneak into the school, what did he need to get here? It's really puzzling. Moreover, as far as he knows, there are also big problems with the testimony of this person back then, and there is no guarantee at all whether he is still a member of that side.

Moody grabbed the somersault spider and threw it back into the bottle.

"Does anyone know what spell is being cast? Illegal spells? ”

"Say it." Moody said, his enchanted eyes curling and staring at Neville.

"There's one—the Diamond Curse." Neville said softly but clearly.

Augustus glanced at Neville, who was pale, and sighed slightly. That year's war did cost too many people and destroyed too many families that should have been happy and complete. On the road to power, too many bones have been paved and too much blood has been stained. Even if you are the most remarkable, you have truly achieved more than 10,000 people, what can you get? Which is the most important, the worldly power strife or the land of truth of the magical path? If you don't even know this, where did you get the qualifications to become a legend?

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

The spider swelled up. Now it's bigger than a tarantula. Ron couldn't hide it, and moved his chair back, as far away from Moody's podium as possible.

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.

Gryffindor's little lions were already starting to feel a little overwhelmed, and a deep chill enveloped them, how long could they hold on if such a spell was placed on them? This is what the Dark Lord used to enslave people back then? They have always prided themselves on their loyalty, but if they really encounter such magic, how many people can continue to insist on their loyalty?

"Shrink quickly." Moody muttered. The spider retracted back to its original size, and Moody put it back in the bottle.

"Extreme pain." Moody whispered, "If you can recite the Piercing Heart Mantra, you won't need to use a thumb grip or a knife to torture others...... This spell was also very popular at one time. ”

"Alright...... Does anyone else know what the spell is? ”

Hermione raised her hand for the third time, but her hand trembled slightly.

"Say it." Moody looked at her and said.

"Avada's Curse." Hermione whispered.