This fourth-grade class of feeding fried tail snails is indeed quite pleasant, this cute little creature will not only occasionally prick the students who take care of him, but also blow up his tail from time to time, of course, if you haven't fed it for a long time, it is not impossible to stare at your fingers and suck a small mouthful of blood.

After class, walking on the soft grass, a certain Slytherin girl with a teasing rage "This animal also deserves to be called a magical species?" It didn't work at all, and it stung me several times in a row, and if Hagrid continued to get them out in the next class, I would resolutely quit. ”

"I've long said that this stupid big guy is unreliable, when Dumbledore asked him to be the teacher of this lesson, I felt that this school was almost over, let a woodland keeper be the teacher, can't I find anyone?" Draco looked like he knew this, and his face was full of disdain.

At 10 o'clock in the afternoon, all the students, regardless of age, came to the foyer, which was crowded with people waiting in line for dinner.

Draco was reading a newspaper with interest when he suddenly saw Harry and Ron, Hermione and Asin holding hands in a close relationship, and Draco's gray-blue eyes had a playful look in them.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley! ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned to look.

"Why?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your dad is in the papers, Weasley!" Malfoy said...... He brandished a copy of the Daily Prophet and spoke in a deliberately loud voice so that everyone in the foyer could hear, "Listen to this!" ”

It seems that the troubles of the Ministry of Magic are not over, writes Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for this newspaper.

Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been criticized for failing to maintain order effectively during the Quidditch World Cup and for still failing to provide an explanation for the disappearance of one of its witch officials.

While one of the wizards in the presence made it clear that the consequences would have been unthinkable if Sherlock Mephisto hadn't intervened that night, our Ministry of Magic had shown its incompetence from the flanks.

Yesterday, the Ministry of Magic was put in a new embarrassment due to the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley, who banned the misuse of the Muggle Items Division.

Draco looked up.

"Look at a person's status and prestige in the wizarding world that directly affects their presentation in newspapers, the name Sherlock has to be respectful even if it appears in the newspapers, and your father ......"

Draco went on to say "Think, Weasley, they didn't even get your father's name right, he's just an insignificant little guy. He gloated loudly.

Sherlock and his party, as well as Fermia, Kirk and others, Lupo immediately agreed when he heard Draco's words, and Kirk shook his head helplessly, trying to stand as far away as possible, this Malfoy, who was excited when he saw Harry, was simply too naïve.

Thankfully, Lupo and Draco weren't the same age......

"There's another picture, Weasley!" Malfoy said, flipped the newspaper over and held aloft "a picture of your parents, standing in front of your house...... You call it a house! If your mother can lose some weight, she will look okay. ”

Ron trembled with rage, and the people in the hallway looked at him.

"And what about your mother, Malfoy?" Harry said he grabbed the back of Ron's robe to keep him from lunging at Malfoy...... "Look at the look on her face, it looks like there's under her nose!" Does she always have that look, or is it because she's with you? ”

Malfoy's eyes grew cold: "Do you know what you're talking about?" Insulting a Malfoy? Looking for death, it looks like it wasn't enough that you lost at my hands that night three years ago? ”

Draco pulled out his wand and aimed it directly at Harry.

"Oh, don't do that, boy!"

Harry jerked around and saw Professor Moody limping down the marble staircase.

He had a wand in his hand, but a wall of fire directly separated Malfoy and Moody, and at the same time enveloped Malfoy and Harry.

There is only one person who can do this level of magic in this school.

"Enough, Draco, you've earned back the reward for your lack of etiquette in the first place, and you don't allow others to humiliate you if you think you can insult someone else's parents wantonly." Sherlock strode over.

The wall of fire was removed, leaving people calm in place.

"Draco should take responsibility for your words and actions, go and apologize to Ron, and as for Harry...... The battle of words is a bit childish, it's too boring, you should let go of Ron and let him teach Draco a lesson, men should use their hands to solve the problem. Sherlock glanced in Harry's direction and walked away, not even eating.

There was a terrible silence in the foyer.

Moody glanced at Sherlock wryly, then turned around

To this day, he still remembered Voldemort's words not to have a little conflict with Sherlock for any reason, and Barty Jr.'s fake Moody had an extremely important place in this whole plan.

It would be too unjust to say that it was because of Sherlock.

"It's a pity, I thought Professor Moody was going to teach Draco a lesson, but was stopped by Mr. Sherlock." Ron was a little disappointed not to see Draco being taught a lesson.

But then he said to Harry, "Hear me, Mr. Sherlock is right, men should use their fists to reason, Harry next time you don't pull me again, if Malfoy dares to do this again, hum!" ”

Ron demonstratively flashed his fist, and Hermione helplessly, "Then your wand is a broken stick." ”

"Professor Moody is a different kind of professor, he's very capable, and he hates the Death Eaters the most, I mean you all know...... What were the Malfoys before......" Harry exaggerated, and all in all, he now has a good opinion of Moody...... Thinks Moody is an upright wizard.

Until Harry Potter and the other Gryffindor students, as well as the Slytherin students, collectively took a lesson in Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts

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 Draco, who was sitting in the front row, and Draco snorted slightly and turned his gaze.

He hadn't forgotten the last time he had an argument with Ron, the old guy had pulled out his wand and was going to do something to him.

Malfoy's little notebook was all on it.

"Put these things away." He said in a rough voice, struggling to the side of the podium with crutches and sitting down, "You don't need these textbooks. ”

"I received a letter from Professor Lupin about the course, and it seems that you have mastered quite a few basics of how to deal with dark magic animals...... You've learned how to deal with the Boggart, the Red Hat, the Hinkpunk, the Grindellow, the Kaba, and the Werewolves, right? ”

The student seated below nodded in agreement.

"But you still haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells...... Not enough. "So, I'm going to give you a taste of the spells that wizards cast among themselves, and I'll have a year to teach you how to deal with the dark arts...... The real black magic is the dark magic spell aspect! ”

"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 Defence Against the Dark Arts, if you have never even understood the dark arts, the existence of this class will be meaningless." ”

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

A few hands were raised in his seat, and Moody's magical eyes glanced at him, telling Pansy of Slytherin to reply.

"If memory serves, Imperius Curse."

"Yes, that's good." Professor Moody nodded.

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.

As the students watched the spiders move, they felt that the horror of the class had been reduced a lot......

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

"Does anyone else know any spells? Illegal spells? ”

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

"There is a ...... Drill Heart Mantra. Neville said in a soft, but clear voice.

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

The Slytherin snakes weren't much better, and Draco's fingers trembled slightly, but he stubbornly watched Moody's spell cast.

"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 spells? ”

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

"You say." Moody looked at her and said.

"Avada's Curse." Hermione whispered.

Moody was overjoyed, and it seemed that finally one of the students had spoken about his favorite spell.

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 Harry suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

"Avada's Curse!" Moody yelled.

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, unscarred but undoubtedly dead.

"It's not pretty." Moody said calmly, "It's unpleasant, and there's no way to break the spell, there's no way to resist it." It is known that only one person escaped this spell, and he is sitting in front of me at the moment. ”

Everyone's eyes then turned to Harry, who stared at the empty blackboard, seemingly fascinated by it, when in fact he didn't see anything......

In front of the students in the school, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor openly cast three unforgivable spells, which is simply true.

The Slytherin and Gryffindor students had a minimal opinion of Moody, and even Harry felt that he was looking away, and that Moody might be a wizard maniac.

"The three unforgivable spells, in my heart this is the most perfect spell, but I have to mention that this has also become some malicious means of those who do mischief!" Moody's reminisced alone.

Draco let out a lifelong snort of disdain, "It's nothing, it's unheard!" ”

Moody strode over, slamming his body into Draco's desk, nearly knocking Draco over.

"You rabbit cub, you have an opinion about me, right?"

Harry and Ron were excited, and they felt that the climax of the lesson had finally arrived.

Moody tugged at Draco's clothes and told him to come forward.

"If you've ever seen anything more powerful than this, then I'll hear it!"

Draco seemed confident and said, "Blood-sucking bat plague!" The Prince of Charms once used this spell to drain the blood of a ferocious werewolf in an instant, causing him to die a fatal death. ”

All the little wizards gasped.

Draco went on to say, "The torture of digging into the heart, and the killing of the Curse of Death, are far more evil than the three Unforgivable Spells. ”

"There's also the spell of the 'Soul Endowment' Spell Prince to create Hormitz, the Quidditch World Cup, Hormitz's strength is seen by all, loyal and powerful."

Moody let go of Draco, "You're right, you're starting to fit my appetite, but it's a pity that these two spells don't know how to be cast by outsiders, otherwise the wizarding world will be in chaos, and the Unforgivable Spell will probably be re-ranked, hehehehehe!" ”

Moody's last laugh sent Draco to the bristles.