When it comes to being late, special students like Maca, who have little interest in the school's curriculum, are obviously commonplace.

What's more, he is still a Durmstrang person at the moment, although he has been notified before, but if he ignores it, others will feel that it is normal.

However, Maca was right at the front of Durmstrang's line right now, and although he looked a little dazed and seemed to be dozing off, at least they were there.

But who else would be late except for him who was the most suspicious?

At that moment, the sound of running came from the side door of the auditorium. Immediately afterward, Ron, along with a Gryffindor girl, pushed open the side door and "barged" in.

No way, their movements are really a bit rough, and the word "push" is really not enough to accurately express that sense of power.

"Hug ...... Sorry, Professor......"

Ron found that almost everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them, which made him look extremely embarrassed.

Standing and dozing, Maca raised her eyelids, glanced at them, and nodded in understanding.

“…… It seems that the perpetrators of the theft have been found. He muttered under his breath, and continued to stretch his eyelids to make up for his sleep.

Ron's side was the girl from Gryffindor House named Lavender Brown.

Her long, slightly curly bright brown hair was tied with a bright pink headband, and she wore a colorful long-sleeved shirt under her wizard's robes, and her face was covered with the foundation and blush invented by Muggles.

Although she is not a naturally beautiful girl, she knows how to dress up, which makes her look very stylish.

And at this moment, she was holding Ron's arm tightly, looking at him angrily.

“…… Why are you running! Lavender asked in a coquettish voice.

"This ...... Because I have to go to class! Ron, a little overwhelmed by Lavender's positivity and heat, lowered his voice and said, "Didn't I say that?" I'll explain it to you after class......"

"But you promised me! As long as I go and put it"

Before Lavender could finish her sentence, Ron hurriedly covered her mouth. In a hurry, he also subconsciously glanced at Hermione in the crowd.

But it was good that he didn't look at it, and when he looked at it, he saw Hermione glaring at him angrily.

What's going on? Exposed? But Lavender hasn't said it yet, huh?

Ron was stunned for a moment.

"How long are you going to stand there?" Moody, who was standing not far in front, paused his crutches in annoyance and shouted angrily.

Ron and Lavender were taken aback, and they quickly ran into the ranks of Gryffindor House.

"Gryffindor House deducts 10 points." Moody said in an irritated tone, "Okay, then next, this three-school exchange class officially begins!" The warriors of the Triwizard Tournament are all on the stage! ”

Kicka, who was pushed awake by Krum, yawned profusely, and then lifted her leg and walked slowly to the side of the stage steps.

"The purpose of this three-school exchange meeting is to let everyone understand what is the real black magic! And, what's so terrible about black magic! ”

Moody limped to the stage, and he stretched out his hand and pointed vigorously at the young wizards in the audience, his tone full of mania.

"First of all, I have a question for you!" He exclaimed, "What are the unforgivable spells?" ”

As soon as this question came out, all the students in the audience whispered.

Moody ignored them, instead turned around and glanced at Harry, Hermione, Fleur, and Maca, who were standing in the center of the stage behind him, and finally fixed his gaze on Maca.

"McLean, you say!"

Maca blinked a little sour, drew her wand and tapped her throat. Immediately afterward, a magnified, somewhat lazy voice spread throughout the auditorium.

"There are three Unforgivable Curses, which are the Imperius Curse, the Heart Drilling Curse, and the Killing Curse."

Moody nodded and said, "Let me give you a brief introduction." ”

"The Imperius Curse can confuse the mind of the subject of the spell, so that the subject can act exactly according to their own intentions; The heart mantra can make the ** and soul of the spell subject produce severe pain, and too long time will cause the spell subject to complete madness and even death; As for the Killing Curse...... Instant death effect, no scars......"

With that, Maca turned her head to look at Harry, then shrugged her shoulders and said, "...... There is only one surviving case. ”

Moody glared at him disapprovingly, then turned around and warned, "There are countless wizards who have died because of the Killing Curse, and Harry Potter is just one exception!" Tell you, don't leave anything to chance! ”

"But!" He paused, then continued, "Today's point is not the Unforgivable Curse! What I want you to understand today is the danger of other spells! ”

Hearing this, Maca couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Mad Eye Moody is one of the best Aurors who has endured many hardships...... It seems that today's so-called "three-school exchange class" is really interesting.

"Next, I'm going to show you a no-rules battle with McKellen...... Remember! It's not a kid's playhouse! It's a battle between a real Dark Wizard and an Auror! With the exception of the Unforgivable Spell, any spell can appear in battle! ”

Ooh! You old man is an Auror who didn't run away, so doesn't that mean I'm the "dark wizard"?

Maca looked at Moody's back with a constipated look on her face and rolled her eyes speechlessly.

In this way, Harry and the others were driven off the stage by Moody with their eyes, and stood not far from the stage to watch the battle. As Harry and Fleur passed in front of her, they both nodded at Maca, signaling him to be careful.

As for Hermione, she just looked at the ground and walked over quietly.

The moment Hermione left the stage for the last time, a red light shot out with lightning speed, heading straight for where Maca was.

Obviously, Moody's is using his actions to tell everyone that sneak attacks in real combat are a common thing.

Maca's reaction was naturally not slow, even in the past, his vigilance was enough to prevent such a sneak attack. Not to mention that he can sense magic now.

With just a slight diagonal step, he accurately avoided Moody's disarming charm and returned the favor with a backhand.

The red ** force beam shot out of Maca's wand was obviously more slender, but it flew faster than the one Moody had just had.

But Moody was clearly very sophisticated, and immediately after unleashing his first sneak attack, he put an iron armor spell on himself. Although Maca's disarming spell was fast, the curse that sacrificed strength was easily defended by the iron armor spell on Moody's body.

Suddenly, a dazzling red particle of light exploded in front of Moody, with a violent beauty in danger.

For Maca and Moody, this is just the first round of swap tentatives. But in the eyes of the little wizards in the audience, this opening of less than two seconds had already made them speechless.

Of course, the most surprising are the sixth and seventh graders.

Silent Mantra! It was a high-level spell casting technique that had always been known for its difficulty, and it was only in the sixth grade that you were exposed to it for the first time.

Only students who have tried to practice will understand how bad this technique really is.

But the two on the stage, one of whom perfectly used the technique of silent spells in the sneak attack, opened a wonderful and cruel start for this "battle"; The other even fought back beautifully with a silent spell in the case of a sneak attack, and the action was extremely smooth.

"This is the real battle!"

The little wizards who had experienced the so-called "dueling club" held by Lockhart at the beginning all had such a sentence in their hearts.

However, the battle demonstration on the stage, this is just the beginning!

Maca didn't care about Moody's Iron Armor Charm, but she didn't continue to attack to try to suppress the opponent. He simply pointed his wand quickly at the ground, and the flames quickly spread around Moody.

"The flames are blazing!"

Maca didn't recite the incantation, but the little wizards in the audience couldn't help but shout.

It was just a fire spell that even a first-year student would use, but in Maca's hands, the flames seemed to come alive, rising and surging towards Moody like ocean waves.

The Iron Charm protects against direct attacks from enchanted beams, but cannot protect against physical damage. The flame itself is just a physical phenomenon, and the Iron Armor Charm is useless!

Without hesitation, Moody waved his wand, and the flames around him were forcibly separated, revealing his already surrounded body.

However, the flames were surging towards him one after another, and the flames in the inner circle had just been separated, but the outer waves of flames followed suit.

Moody's face became much more solemn, and with another wave of his wand, a small whirlwind spawned in the flames. The wind wasn't very strong, but it was enough to send the flames into a whirlpool, and it rushed towards Maca like a tornado.

I have to say that Moody's hand took advantage of the situation to fight back very beautifully, and with just a small housework with a magic spell "Whirlwind Sweep", he countered Maca for a while.

But is Marka's purpose in using the Fire Spell just to break his Iron Armor Spell?

Just as Moody controlled the fire tornado to rush straight towards Maca, three consecutive flames broke through the air through the concealment of the fire tornado and hit Moody's eyes head-on.

That's the Unconscious Curse!

Because of the cover of the fire tornado, Moody didn't react until the flames were near, but it was obviously too late to deal with the spell.

The first flash of fire hit Moody head-on, but was blocked by the Iron Spell that was still in effect; This was followed by the second one, which steadily broke the protection of the Iron Armor Spell, causing Moody to take a step back.

The third flame was already close at hand, and the little wizards under the stage were so nervous that they clenched their hands nervously, not even noticing the slightest sweat oozing from their palms.