Riddle's expression changed instantly.

The originally flustered look immediately became calm, and the movement of turning around and running away also stopped, and instead stood on the dueling platform, assuming a front posture of free and easy devotion.

"Phew!"

Dracula snapped his fingers.

"Music! Lights!"

Thousands of candles floating above the auditorium dimmed at the same time, a converging light enveloping Riddle.

At the same time, the sound of Kang's passionate music resounded in the auditorium.

It was a full set of instruments from a certain band at the Christmas dinner, and I don't know when it reappeared in front of the auditorium, unplucked, but played on its own.

Riddle danced to the rousing music.

Swing your head, arms, hips, and legs; Shake the scarf around your neck, the wizard's robe draped behind you; With his light dance steps, all four, accompanied by a strong rhythm, dance!

Riddle danced hip-hop in full view! He shows carnival and freedom all over his body, this is the soul of hip-hop!

"Cool!"

Fred and George's eyes widened with envy as they watched the dance steps of Assistant Coach Riddle on the dueling stage and the movements that came their way.

There were also a number of little witches who let out a burst of screams—

The handsome face of Assistant Coach Riddle, coupled with handsome and chic dance moves, and the affectionate expression on his face, all involved the young girls.

There are also some young wizards who don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement, and shout loudly for Professor Dracula to join Riddle's assistant in the street dance, and two handsome men who have no friends dancing together will make this dance party completely perfect!

Dracula stood on the edge of the dueling table far from the spotlight, ignoring the little wizards.

Jokes, how can a haughty and cold professor perform a dance for you? Do I still want to lose face?

"Don't just watch Assistant Riddle's dance." Dracula glanced at the young wizards' engaged expressions and interrupted to the sound of music, "Remember, this isn't a dance class, it's a Defence Against the Dark Arts open class!"

"Now think about it, if someone casts a Reimber Curse on you, what are you going to do?"

Dracula's voice was not abrupt in the music, nor was it masked by the passionate music, and it was very clearly transmitted to the ears of every little wizard.

Some of the young wizards present had thoughtful expressions.

Of course, a much larger part of them are still intoxicated by Riddle's dances, most of them young witches.

Riddle was still dancing in the spotlight.

His movements are like a rising sun on the sea, like a deer in the deep forest, wantonly using flexible limbs and even facial features, dancing skillfully and freely, swaying with flying youth!

Suddenly, the whole body trembled, and the shock was as rapid as an electric shock; Suddenly, there was a wriggling, as flexible as a dragon and a snake; Suddenly it spins upside down, like a spinning top; Suddenly, he stood tall and straight like a cedar!

After a while, the music comes to an end. ….

As a heavy drum beat finally came to an abrupt halt with the music and dance steps at the same time, Riddle finished his hip-hop dance with a sharp kick.

The converging beams of light slowly dissipated, and the thousands of candles above the auditorium once again emitted bright fires, illuminating the entire auditorium.

There was thunderous applause from the audience!

The little wizards clapped their hands excitedly, jumping up and down to cheer for this wonderful performance, and even if their hands were red.

Dracula stopped the Revenant Curse and walked to the center of the dueling table with a smirk.

"How do you feel?" He asked with a smile.

Riddle's body finally returned to his control, and in that moment, the aches and pains all over his body came like a tidal wave.

He had never learned hip-hop dancing, nor did he have the physical fitness to perform such difficult movements for a long time, and under the control of the Imperius Curse, dancing such a perfect hip-hop dance would cost him half of his life.

"Professor Dracula, it's really my problem to hide the secret of the Forbidden Forest from you some time ago, but it's not enough to retaliate against me like this, right?" Riddle was sweating profusely and panting and smiled wryly at Dracula.

"I don't mean to retaliate." Dracula's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't know what he was talking about, "It's just that you want to give me an open class on Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Riddle looked at Dracula's innocent expression with a somewhat numb expression, and secretly suppressed a large number of expletives that almost blurted out.

'Okay, I can't beat you, whatever you say!' , he thought through gritted teeth.

Dracula ignored Riddle's displeasure and took two steps forward, turning to look at the young wizards around him.

"Is Professor Riddle a good dancer?" He asked pleasantly.

"Good!"

"Assistant Coach Riddle danced fantastic!"

The little wizards in the audience laughed and cheered.

"You think he's a good jumper, don't you?" Dracula chuckled contemptuously, "But I have a different opinion."

"Before coming to my Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Assistant Teach Riddle had never learned anything about hip-hop."

"These wonderful dance steps, the frequency of arm swings, and even the expressions on their faces are just products of *** control. This will put a very heavy burden on his body."

Dracula's eyes casually swept over all the young wizards around him, and he asked softly, "If I cast this Imperius curse on you, would you like it?"

The laughter and cheers from the audience died down almost immediately, except for some of the troublemakers who didn't think much of a big deal to see the excitement still maintained their happy expressions.

"Oh? I see some people who don't seem to care." Dracula's gaze looked at the two fiery red-haired little wizards and smiled with interest.

"In that case, would any of you want to come up and experience it?" He asked.

Fred and George immediately raised their hands in the air.

They think it's a lot of fun to be able to dance a dance that they've never learned.

This experience of being controlled by the Imperius Curse is probably just a novel experience for these two heartless naughty eggs. ….

Looking at the pair of twins in the audience, Dracula slowly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, then Fred Weiss will come up and volunteer for everyone." He sneered.

One of the little red-haired wizards jumped up in surprise and prepared to run to the dueling platform.

However, before he could reach the dueling ring, he found that his twin brother had rushed to the stage first.

"George, what are you doing? Professor Dracula is calling my name!" Fred was furious and yelled at George.

"I want to ask you, George, why are you pretending to be me?" George cheekily retorted to Fred, "I'm Fred, Professor Dracula is clearly calling me!"

Fred laughed angrily, crossed his waist and asked George on the stage, "Then let me ask you, how do you prove that you are Fred?"

"Leave me alone, how do you prove you're Fred?" George didn't panic in the slightest and threw the question back.

"Hehe, I'm afraid you've miscalculated this time, George." Fred gave a triumphant smile.

He unbuttoned his wizarding robes, revealing a thick sweater hand-sewn by Mrs. Wesley, with a large letter "F" sewn on it.

It was Mrs. Weasley's Christmas gift to all the Wesley children, and each person received one each year, with each child's initials sewn into it in bright wool.

It is worth mentioning that Harry also has one this year, with a big letter "H" sewn on the sweater.

Seeing the letters on Fred's chest, George silently tightened the front of his wizarding robe, blocking the letter "G" on his chest.

"George, you despicable guy stole my sweater!" He rolled his eyes, and immediately thought of another idea, and shouted, "When I get back, I must write to my mother!"

Dracula looked at the twins who condemned each other, and his face couldn't help but darken.

"Do you want to experience what it's like to be controlled by the Imperius Curse?" He sneered, and silently wrote down an account for the two Wesleys in his heart, "Okay, I promise you, the two of you can come up together."

Fred and George had no idea what storm they were about to face, so they happily stopped bickering and walked to the dueling ring in high spirits.

"Professor, what do we need to do?" Standing on the dueling table, Fred looked at Dracula expectantly.

"Assistant Teacher Riddle, what does it feel like to be controlled by the Imperius Curse, can you reveal a little bit first?" George looked at Riddle expectantly.

These two living treasures don't look like they're here to experience the Unforgivable Curse, but rather like they're here to travel to the dueling ring.

"Don't talk nonsense, you'll find out later." Dracula interrupted them mercilessly, then snapped his fingers slightly.

"Ierio."

As the Imperius spell came out of Dracula's mouth, the candlelight in the auditorium quietly became soft.

The unmanned band at the front of the auditorium also played on its own, playing soft music that was like a spring breeze.

At the same time, Fred and George's expressions also changed, and their expressions of high interest were put away, and they became a little ...... Charming? ….

The two of them stood on tiptoe lightly to the sound of soft music, their bodies jumped up, their toes kicked behind them, the neck under the red hair was raised to close to the calf, and the soft waist was arched backward and full of tension.

The long sleeves of Hogwarts robes flutter like snow, gently swaying at the low end of the music, and quickly throwing out where the music is high!

The scarf swayed, the placket fluttered, and Fred and George seemed to be riding the wind away in the next second. It can be said that it is both light and charming, and it has gradually been perfected!

This beautiful dance, if performed by a dancer with graceful dance, may be able to bring an extremely beautiful experience to the audience.

However, this dance was danced by Fred and George, the charming expressions on their faces and the soft and graceful dancing postures on their bodies made the little wizards in the audience scream in the eyes.

Percy, Ron, and Ginny covered their eyes at the same time.

If it weren't for the obvious color of their hair, they would inevitably deny that the two on stage were their brothers.

"Don't just dance, have you forgotten what I'm teaching you in this lesson?"

Dracula's voice rang out at the edge of the stage.

"Use your will to resist my control and break free from the bondage of your spirit!" He said in a loud voice, "Do you want to be embarrassed in front of your classmates until the music ends?"

He stared at Fred and George's movements, reducing the magic of the Imperius Curse to only about a tenth of what Riddle had just withdrew, feeling the resistance of the twins' spirits.

After a few moments, Dracula's face darkened completely.

These two shameless guys actually have no shame at all about this behavior of dancing a female folk dance in front of their classmates!

Dracula didn't feel the slightest hint of resistance from the Imperius Curse's control, and even vaguely felt that the two men seemed to be ...... Enjoy?

Helplessly, he stopped the Imperius Curse that controlled the twins, and then kicked the two off the dueling ring with some rage.

"You two, double all your homework this semester!" Dracula yelled viciously at Fred and George.

After the pair were kicked off the dueling ring, they patted their butts and stood up, unaware of the disgusted eyes of everyone around them, and began to discuss what it was like to dance under the control of the Imperius Curse.

"Wow, I'm from

I never thought I'd be able to do this kind of dance one day." Fred said excitedly.

"Wow, it's so refreshing, it feels like all the ligaments are being pulled apart." George moved his knees and gasped from time to time, "Shhh

「……」

Dracula looked at the behavior of these two living treasures without shame at all, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was very unhappy.

"Leave those two people alone, come up and ask for a face!" He gritted his teeth and said, "I asked you to come up to exercise your ability to resist the Imperius Curse, not to let you come up and enjoy it!"

However, after seeing the shameful scenes of Fred and George, the young wizards in the audience all resisted the demonstration on stage. ….

No one wants to dance in full view of anyone like before them.

"Is there no one?" Dracula said with a smirk, "Then I'll name you."

"Harry Potter!"

The savior was a young wizard that Dumbledore had focused on training, and it would have made the old headmaster happy that he had learned how to resist the Imperius Curse.

As soon as the old headmaster was happy, maybe he wouldn't pursue his use of the Unforgivable Curse.

Dracula secretly made a calculation.

Harry in the audience didn't expect to be called at all, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"That's you, Potter, come up." Dracula repeated, "Don't keep anyone else waiting."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, cheering him on, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but look up to show his joy that Harry was about to dance on stage.

Hermione glared at Ron and comforted Harry with a look of concern.

Harry said goodbye to his two friends with a sad heart, turned back to the dueling platform, and closed his eyes in resignation.

"Take it easy, of the three unforgivable spells, only the Imperius Curse is completely resistant, and I will teach you how to do it." "It takes real courage and a strong spirit, which not everyone can do."

"Therefore, if a dark wizard tries to control you with the Imperius Curse, it is best to avoid being hit by it."

Dracula raised his wand and recited the Imperius spell again.

Harry, under the control of the Imperius Curse, felt light, and the thoughts and worries in his mind were swept away, leaving only a blink, invisible joy.

He stood there, feeling very relaxed and carefree, and only realized that the students in the audience were watching him.

Then he heard Professor Dracula's voice, echoing in some distant corner of his empty head:

Let's run...... Let's run on the dueling ring...... Let's turn around...... Do a somersault on the edge of the stage......

Harry ran around the sides of the dueling ring, occasionally flipping a front flip at the edge of the stage.

After the farce of the Wesley twins, Dracula was in no mood to choose any dance for Harry to dance, but the movements he made were still not easy, and the somersaults greatly exceeded his own physical fitness.

"Listen, Potter, do your best to resist the control of the Imperius Curse with your will." Standing in the middle of the dueling arena, Dracula whispered, "Don't care what you're doing, don't look around you, put all your energy into it, all you need to do is get rid of the Imperius Curse!"

Harry heard Dracula's voice, but Professor Dracula's external voice overlapped with the distant voice in his head, dreamlike, imaginary, and real, and he couldn't tell the difference.

Dracula's words in the dueling arena quickly faded away, replaced by louder and louder urges:

Go somersault...... Let's turn around......

But why? ，

Another voice awoke in Harry's head.

It's stupid to do that. , the voice said.

…… Let's turn around.

'No,

I don't want to somersault, thanks. The other voice said, a little firmer, 'No, I really don't want to flip ......,

Let you flip it! Flip!

Then Harry felt a sharp pain in his buttocks.

He flipped his head, but while doing so, he tried not to flip himself—

As a result, he fell to the ground with his butt, and the hard dueling ring made a "winter" sound, and his tail vertebrae hurt as if his bones had been broken.

"Huh?" Dracula gave Harry a surprised look.

He didn't expect that such a second-year little wizard would have obvious resistance to the Imperius Curse for the first time, and even affected his body's manipulation of movements.

Even if Dracula only used one-tenth of the magic power he had when he controlled Riddle, it would be quite a rare thing.

So, is there really something special about this savior?

Dracula curled the corners of his mouth with interest.

……

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