Mad-Eye Moody has been an Auror for decades, and he has long developed a kind of non-anger and self-authority that can only be understood, coupled with the already fierce and bitter appearance, which is more and more hideous at this time, and many students are trembling.

Moody's tone slowed slightly:

"I wrote to Albus about my idea, asking him to hire a better 'dance' teacher for you, instead of an Auror like me who only knows how to kill people."

"But Albus wrote back to me, wanting me to teach you according to the standards of the Aurors, so that you could see what real danger was, and what dark magic was like."

"He thinks it's necessary to do so, because the wizarding world is getting more and more dangerous, and new wars may break out again."

The students were taken aback at Moody's sudden mention of war, after all, the word was too far away.

"Isn't the wizarding world safe now?" Hannah hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Where did the war come from?" ”

"Safe?" Moody waved his wand, and a picture of the wizard was projected on the blackboard, who looked to be sinister and bald.

The crowd recognized it as ...... Peter Pettigrew.

The photo shifts again, revealing a huge skull made up of countless points of turquoise light, blooming over the Quidditch World Cup.

The photo quickly turned into a chaotic gymnasium:

A harpy was nailed to the wall, and Rove stood in front of her, covered in blood, surrounded by terrified wizards.

It was the headline photo in the Daily Prophet, which the students had seen over the summer, and they would see it again, and they all looked at Rove with fear.

"Mr. Scamander, I wasn't at the Quidditch World Cup that night, but I heard about what you did." Moody turned his head to stare at Rove and said:

"Even if I were there, I couldn't do better than you, and I thank you for the Aurors."

Rove nodded politely in response.

Moody stared at the crowd again. "Peter Pettigrew, the Death Eater who escaped from prison last year, was marked by the Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup a few weeks ago...... Now, which of you still feels safe in the wizarding world? ”

Hannah suddenly stopped talking.

Moody muttered, "So, Dumbledore and I both think it's important to tell you what the dark arts are like, and the sooner you understand what you're dealing with, the better."

If you've never seen something before, how can you protect yourself from it? ”

Moody paced the classroom, his prosthetic leg rattling.

"A wizard wants to recite you an illegal spell, and he won't tell you what he is going to do. He will not recite incantations to you frankly, fairly, and politely...... You have to be prepared and vigilant! ”

Moody's suddenly roared loudly, startling everyone.

"So...... Do any of you know what kind of magic this is? Moody waved his wand again, and a picture was projected on the blackboard again:

The surging black flames, like a bouquet of flowers, bloomed in the night sky, and it soon formed into a dragon-like monster, hovering in the sky, and finally spreading its wings and crashing towards the ground.

Rove just glanced at him and raised his hand, and Moody pointed at him and said, "Mr. Scamander." ”

"It's a fire spell." "A high-level black magic that produces a huge, fiery flame of magic that constantly destroys anything in its burning path," Rove said. ”

"Ah, yes," Moody said appreciatively, "you must have recognized where this is, right?" ”

"Père Lachaise cemetery in Paris, France." Rove looked at the photo and said softly:

"Seventy years ago, Grindelwald led a group of Witches to speak here, and he used a fire charm that nearly destroyed all of Paris."

The students gasped in fright.

In their worldview, wizard battles are all about the level of magic such as "Remove Your Weapon", "Incisor Playing Stick", and "Iron Armor".

They never imagined that there would be a wizard who could destroy a city with a single magic...... Is this still human? It's like a god!

"And then?" Justin impatiently asked, "Is Paris ruined in the end?" ”

"If it was destroyed, how could it still exist now?" Moody's whispered,

"It was the efforts of Nicol Lemay, Newt Scamander and dozens of Aurors that they were able to stop the Flame Curse and save Paris."

There was a dead silence in the classroom, and then everyone quickly talked excitedly, like a swarm of bees buzzing.

Many people have never heard of Grindelwald, but why does this wizard's strength sound so much more powerful than the mystery man!

Moody waved his wand again, and another picture appeared on the blackboard:

A male wizard fell to the ground, his face full of pain, his whole body was spasming, his nails digging out blood marks on his skin, and it was terrifying to watch.

Neville, who usually only takes the initiative to speak in herbal medicine classes, raised his hand tremblingly, and Moody's enchanted eyes rolled around and stared at him, saying:

"Say it, Mr. Longbottom."

"It's the Drill Heart Curse." Neville said softly but clearly.

"Yes." Moody looked at Neville very intently, and sighed softly in a sad tone:

"Son, your father is Frank Longbottom and your mother is Alice Longbottom, right?"

Neville nodded.

"Child, your parents and I were colleagues back then, fighting side by side, they were heroic, as brave and proud as lions, I admire them very much." Moody's said.

After a moment of awkward silence, Neville reluctantly spoke. "Thank you."

Hannah had heard Neville talk about his parents, and she quietly grabbed his finger and tugged at him as if to reassure.

Moody's MAGIC EYE saw this through the table, but didn't say anything, instead waved his wand again.

This time the photo was even more terrifying, only to see a dazzling green light lit up, stabbing people who couldn't open their eyes.

Rove narrowed his eyes and stared at the Avada Claim, and he couldn't help but be frightened.

Because of that Avada life, he actually changed direction several times, connecting the seven wizards, intertwining like a net, connecting with each other, and finally the seven people fell to the ground and died at the same time.

"It's the Avada Curse." Moody looked at the restless student, his crooked mouth twitching with a hint of a trance.

"The mysterious man killed seven wizards in an instant with a killing curse, and we still don't know how he did it.

When we arrived at the scene, there were only seven bodies left and this camera. ”

Everyone looked frightened, and the witch couldn't help but shout, her voice shrill and frightened.

"This magic, for you...... Even if you know the spell, you can't cast it.

In that case, why am I showing you this? Moody looked at the crowd:

"Because you must know something about them, know how terrible they are, so that you can be vigilant when you encounter them later!"

Moody roared, "After a while, I'll take you to the Forbidden Forest to fight some truly dangerous magical creatures and kill them!" ”

"I know many of you haven't seen blood, and you're even scared to see it."

"But I don't want you to see blood for the first time on the battlefield in the future, remember...... If you can kill people, you can save people! ”

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