Unlike the Gryffindors, who were looking forward to Defence Against the Dark Arts class, the Ravenclaw students were at peace.

The only thing they had to worry about was that Professor Moody would get Alan in trouble because of Allen's actions.

When the bell rang, the little wizards of Ravenclaw were already in place. They took out their Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense and waited, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

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 gruffly, struggling to the podium on crutches and sitting down, "these textbooks. You don't need it. ”

The students put their books in their bags and exchanged glances with 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, and the magic eye kept spinning around, staring at each student who answered.

"Alan Harris. He yelled gruffly.

"To. Alan stood up unhurriedly and answered.

Moody's MONOCULUS suddenly stopped rolling and focused on Alan's body. The unblinking appearance was even more terrifying than when it was spinning wildly.

The classroom was extremely quiet.

Alan stood patiently for a long time, and found Moody staring at him like a wax figure, and felt strangely in his heart that he had been punished for standing.

"Professor Moody, my mother and sister both worked at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, do you need to reserve a premium bed for you?"

Alan smiled, and his tone was extremely polite.

"Or, are you too stressed, do you want me to convene a general meeting of shareholders and apply to the Ministry of Magic for a free diagnosis of your mental condition. ”

Poof, Michael couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Allen's words seemed to break the spell, and the entire classroom was empty because of the extremely quiet and unusually oppressive atmosphere.

Moody's MONOCULUS turned again, glaring at the snickering classmates.

He coughed and continued the roll call, his wand under the table bruised.

"Alright," he said when the last student had finished answering, "you should already have a pretty good grasp of how to deal with dark magic animals for clever Ravenclaw. Listen to Professor Lupin, you've learned to deal with the Boggart, the Red Hat, the Hinkpunk, the Grindy Lowe, the Kaba, and the Werewolves. ”

"But 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 what wizards do." I've got a year to teach you how to deal with the Darks—"

There was an immediate uproar from the podium.

Moody's large, rough hand slammed onto the podium. Because of the restraint of anger, his scarred face looked even more distorted and weird.

"Logically speaking, you're not in the sixth grade, and I shouldn't have told you what an illegal dark spell looks like, because you're too young to deal with this thing. 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 defend yourself in front of 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. ”

Moody struggled to stand 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!"

There was an instant agitation under the podium, and the learned Ravenclaw knew the meaning of the incantation.

Moody instructed the spider to flip, soar, and even tap dance, but none of the Ravenclaws in the audience laughed.

What they didn't expect was that Professor Moody's demonstrated the Unforgivable Curse.

"I'm completely in control," Moody whispered—

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I will teach you how to do it, but it requires a lot of personality strength, and not everyone can master it. You'd better avoid being hit by it as much as possible. Always be vigilant!" He suddenly yelled, startling everyone.

He turned his back to the class, pulled a second spider out of the glass bottle, and placed it on the podium.

He magnified the spider, "digging into the heart and cutting the bone." The spider's legs all shrunk and clinged to its body. It flipped and flipped as its body twitched violently, swaying from side to side.

Moody glanced up at the class, his gaze lingering on the calm face of Alan for a few more seconds.

Moody's crooked mouth twitched again, revealing a small smile, "Now, the last and greatest spell left." Avada Curse...... Killing Curse. ”

"Arvada is dead!" Moody roared.

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

The Ravenclaws were uneasy, they were a little hard to imagine that they were going to face my class next, should they cast killing curses on each other?

Allen's face also showed surprise, just now, the wand in his hand was hot, and there was a strange movement.

He drew his wand and found that the wand had grown on its own for some time, and the spider's soul was imprisoned as soon as it was separated from the body.

"The Avada Spell requires a lot of magic to base it on - you can all take out your wand, aim it at me, and say this spell, I suspect I'll only bleed a little from my nose at best. But that doesn't matter. I'm here to teach you how to recite mantras. ”

Moody's expression was a little smug, and suddenly he froze, and the eyes of the whole class looked at the lifeless spider on the table.

The soulless spider disintegrated into pieces in full view of the crowd, and rotted and crumbled into dust.

"Does the Avada Curse still have this effect?" asked Michael, surprised.

None of the young wizards in this room had actually seen the Avada Spell, but there was no such phenomenon in the book.

Even Moody was stunned for a moment. He instantly looked at Allen, and his intuition told him that what happened to the spider must have something to do with Allen.