Seeing Hagrid running out in a hurry, Wang Yong had no choice but to explain that he was just practicing martial arts. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Kung Fu?" Hagrid looked confused.

Wang Yong shook his head helplessly, the wizarding world would not know anything about Bruce Lee in the Muggle world, he waved his hand and walked towards the castle.

Hagrid looked at Wang Yong's departing back, and his chaotic brain was also thinking, as if ...... Forget it, he shook his head and took his big dogtooth to see the newly planted pumpkins this year.

After practicing dark energy, Wang Yong felt as if his body was a little lighter, and his ability to control his body had risen to a higher level.

But at this time, his mind drifted somewhere, near, closer......

……

Two days later, it was time for Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, which was the first time Wang Yong had taken this class, and at the time of the first class, Wang Yong was still in the school hospital.

When Wang Yong went to this class, Hermione kept chattering next to him to promote her own organization, S.P.E.W.

"Our short-term goal," Hermione said, "is to ensure that house-elves are paid a fair wage and a good working environment.

Our long-term goals include changing the law prohibiting the use of wands, as well as securing a pokew into the Department of Magical Beasts Control and Control, as it is alarming that elves are under-represented. ”

Wang Yong is accelerating.

"Attendees pay two silver sicos — to buy badges — and that income allows us to print and distribute flyers." Hermione hurried to keep up with Wang Yong's pace.

"How many members does the organization have?" Wang Yong smiled.

"I, Ron, Harry, if you add you, there are four." Hermione wanted to slip a badge into Wang Yong's hand.

Wang Yong turned around slightly, feeling that Hermione's appearance didn't seem to be joking, and she looked very serious.

He pondered for a moment, but returned the badge to Hermione: "I don't agree with the house-elf thing. ”

Seeing Hermione look like she was still arguing.

"Okay, let's seek common ground while reserving differences, I won't join the club in this matter, and I will help with other things." He patted Hermione on the head, he was much taller than Hermione now.

"Damn!" Hermione blushed, but it was time for the classroom, and the two of them didn't continue to dwell on the issue.

During the lesson, Professor Moody announced that he would take turns chanting the Imperius Curse on each student to demonstrate the magic of the spell and see if they could resist its effects.

"But—but you said it was illegal, Professor," Hermione said uncertainly as Moody waved his wand, setting aside desks and leaving a large open space in the middle of the classroom, "you said — using it on someone else is—"

"Professor Dumbledore wants to teach you how to feel it," said Moody—his enchanted eyes turning and staring at Hermione eerily, unblinking, "if you're willing to learn in a more brutal way—waiting for someone to recite this spell to you, and keep you completely in the palm of your hand—that's fine." I agree. You're good to go. ”

He held out a rough finger and pointed to the classroom door. Hermione's face flushed, and she muttered something as if to say she didn't want to leave.

Moody began beckoning his classmates to take turns coming forward and reciting the Imperius Curse to them.

His bright blue eyes twitched, and then he looked at Wang Yong.

"You should be the first to come up, I remember you didn't come to the first class."

The corners of Wang Yong's mouth curled up with a smile: "Professor Moody, I hope I'm not the first, if you cast a spell on me......"

"Don't talk so much nonsense, come up." Moody stomped on his woodcarved prosthetic leg.

Wang Yong stepped forward and walked to the center of the classroom, to the open space vacated by Moody's just moved his desk.

Moody raised his wand, pointed at Wang Yong, and said, "Out of body!" ”

Wang Yong still had a smile on his face, his soul level was originally comparable to Voldemort Dumbledore, and now it was strengthened dozens of times, and the Imperius Curse had no effect on him.

Instead......

The fake Professor Moody's felt light, and the thoughts and worries in his mind were swept away, leaving only a blink, invisible and intangible joy.

He stood there, feeling particularly relaxed and carefree, only vaguely aware that everyone was watching him.

At this time, the spell did not control Wang Yong, and Wang Yong's powerful spiritual power quickly controlled the other party with the help of the Imperius Curse.

The classmates in the class looked at the scene in front of them strangely, Professor Moody stood here in a daze, but Wang Yong seemed to have no effect, this ...... Who cast the Imperius curse on whom?

"Let's have a Michael Jackson space dance move." Wang Yong casually ordered, he didn't even take out his wand, he sat on the desk without any pressure.

Moody heard Wang Yong's voice, echoing in some distant corner of his empty head: Space Dance Steps...... Space Dance Steps......

And then—

“JustBeatIt，BeatIt?” Moody played to himself in a hoarse voice as he slid a gorgeous space dance move.

His sturdy wooden prosthetic legs seemed to be more than good enough to make them work, and the cool dancing style stunned wizards who had never seen Muggle dances.

Ron's mouth opened wide: "Merlin is on top, this ...... What the hell is this......"

And Dean Thomas, Hermione, Seamus and others who used to live in the Muggle world are now smiling and unable to take care of themselves.

"IT'S STILL NOT EXCITING ENOUGH, LET'S ACCOMPANY PROFESSOR MOODY, LET'S GET HIGH TOGETHER, MOVE TIMES, IVY CAN DO IT, AREYOUOK!"

The wizards beat together as they watched as Moody's carved wooden prosthetic legs rubbed against the smooth floor.

It took a good five or six minutes to stop.

Wang Yong jumped off the desk and looked at Moody's who had just woken up with a gloomy face, "Professor, how is it, was it stimulated just now?" ”

Moody's slippery blue eyes looked at Wang Yong fiercely, but his lips were trembling involuntarily, looking at Wang Yong's bright smiling face, he couldn't help but shiver.

He looked at Wang Yong blankly and didn't speak for a long time.

Some of these Death Eaters agree with Voldemort's pure-blood policy, some follow Voldemort to obtain greater benefits, some are pure fanatics, and some just worship Voldemort's power, Barty Crouch Jr. prefers the latter, so when someone shows a suspicion of surpassing Voldemort's power, his psychology is simply confused.

But after all, Voldemort's obscenity was still there, and he was stunned for a long time, until the laughter of his classmates in the entire Defence Against the Dark Arts class died down and turned into embarrassment.

Moody coughed twice, "Uh-huh." This is an extremely rare phenomenon in the Imperius Curse, when the spiritual power of the person being spelled is many times stronger than yours, you will be consumed by the Imperius Curse, and instead be controlled by him, ahem. ”

He couldn't help but blush, and his cool dancing just now seemed to be vivid.

"Let's be next." Moody Road,

The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw classmates all looked at Wang Yong with admiration, and at the same time they had a little contempt for Moody, and the old Auror was nothing more than that, and soon they didn't think so—

Under the influence of the spell, the classmates made the most abnormal actions one after another. Dean Thomas jumped around the classroom three times, singing the national anthem in his mouth. Lavender Brown imitates a squirrel. Neville performed a series of amazing gymnastics moves that he would never have been able to do under his normal form.

It wasn't until Harry came on the pitch that he barely managed to resist the Imperius Curse.