Several hands were raised tremblingly, including Ron and Hermione's. Moody pointed at Ron, but his enchanted eyes were still on Lavender.

"Well, that's right," Ron said uncertainly, "my dad told me a- it's called the Imperius Curse or something, right?" ”

"Ah, yes," Moody said appreciatively, "your father must know that spell." Back then, the Imperius Curse caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic. ”

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. Ron shrank slightly, his boggart turned into a spider.

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!" ”

The spider jumped off Moody's palm, dangling a filament, and began to swing back and forth, as if sitting on a high swing. It stiffened its legs, then turned around and flipped over, the filaments being pulled off. It slammed on the table and began to turn its head in circles. Moody flicked his wand, and it stood up on its two hind legs and did a tap-dance, yes, tap-dance.

Everyone laughed, except for Maple and Moody.

"You guys think it's fun, don't you?" He asked in a thick voice, "If I came to you, would you like it?" ”

The laughter died down almost immediately.

"I'm completely in control," Moody whispered, as the spider ball got up and began rolling around, "I can make it jump out of the window, or drown itself, or jump into the throat of one of your classmates—"

Years ago, many wizards were under the control of the Imperius Curse," Moody said, "and it really kept the Ministry of Magic busy. They need to distinguish between those who are forced to do what they are and those who are acting on their own will. ”

"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. Stay vigilant at all times! He suddenly yelled, startling everyone.

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

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

Hermione raised her hand high again, and Neville raised it too, much to his friend's surprise. Neville only took the initiative to speak in the herb class, which was his best class. Neville also seemed surprised by his bold move.

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

"There's one—the Diamond Curse." Neville said softly but clearly.

Neville was familiar, very familiar with the spell, and it was Bellatrix who had tormented him mad with it.

Moody looked at Neville very intently, this time with both eyes at the same time.

"You're Longbottom, aren't you?" He said, the enchanted eye down to check the roster.

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody didn't ask anything else. He turned his back to the class, pulled a second spider out of the glass bottle, and placed it on the podium. The spider remained motionless, apparently frightened.

"Drill Heart Curse." "You'll need to zoom in so you can see it," Moody said, pointing his wand at the spider, "and get 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. It didn't make a sound, but all the students could tell that if it had articulatory organs, it would be screaming desperately at the moment. Moody didn't take his wand off, and the spider began to tremble and twitch even more—

"Stop!" Hermione screamed.

Hermione didn't look at the spider, she looked at Neville. Neville's hands clenched tightly to the table in front of him, his joints turned white, his eyes wide open, and he was full of fear.

Moody raised his wand, and the spider's legs flagged, but still twitched.

"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 Heart Piercing Mantra, you won't need to use a thumb grip or a knife to torture others—a spell that was very popular for a time." ”

"Okay - does anyone know any more spells?"

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

"Say it." Moody looked at her and said.

"Avada's Curse." Hermione whispered.

Several people turned their heads to look at her uneasily, including Ron.

"Ah," Moody said, his crooked mouth twitching again, a slight smile, "yes, it's the last and greatest spell. Avada's Curse – Death Curse. ”

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 roared:

"Avada suo!"

An unseen 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. Several students struggled to hold back their shouts; As the spider slid toward Ron, Ron jerked backwards and nearly fell out of his seat.

Moody swept the dead spider off the table to the floor.

"It's not pretty," he said calmly, "it's unpleasant." And there is no spell to break. There is no way to defend against it. As far as is known, only one person has escaped this spell, and he is sitting in front of me at the moment. ”

Moody's eyes (and the prosthetic eye too) stared into Harry's eyes, and Harry felt his face flush. He could feel the whole class turn their heads to look at him.

Moody continued, "The Avada Spell requires a lot of magical power as a foundation. You can all take out your wand, aim it at me, and say this incantation, I suspect I'll only get a little nosebleed at best. But that doesn't matter. I'm here to teach you how to recite mantras. ”

Are you sure? Maple was skeptical of the veracity of his words, but Maple didn't have to tell the fact that he could kill him in front of his classmates.

"So, since there is no mantra, why am I showing you this? Because you have to understand. You must be fully aware of what is the worst. You don't want to find yourself in the situation you are facing. Stay vigilant at all times! He yelled, startling the class again.

"Well, these three spells—the Avada Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Heart Drilling Spell—are all called the Unforgivable Spell. Applying any of these spells to a human would be enough to sit in prison for the rest of your life in Azkaban. That's what you're going to defend against. That's what I'm going to teach you to defend against. You need to be prepared. You need to be on your guard. But most importantly, you need to be vigilant and never let up. Take out a quill and write it down... ”

For the rest of the lesson, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three unforgivable spells. The classroom was silent, and no one spoke until the bell rang for the end of class.

When Moody's announced the end of class, the students left the classroom and there was a lot of discussion.

Most of the classmates talked about the incantations in awe-

"Did you see the spider twitching?"

"He killed the spider in one fell swoop, it's that simple!"

Listening to the tone of their talk is like watching a good performance.

But Maple doesn't find it funny, and he sees in Moody's experiments with spiders the cruel nature of his mask. If Hermione hadn't called it a halt, he might have tortured the spider to death with the Mind Curse, and demonstrated whether the Avada Curse really needed a living life, even if it was an inconspicuous spider

In Mapple's view, his teaching of the Unforgivable Spell was not really for them to learn, but simply for the pleasure of satisfying his ego.

"Let's go!" Hermione said nervously.

"Going to the damn library again?" Ron said.

"No," Hermione said succinctly, gesturing to a nearby hallway, "Neville." ”

Neville stood alone in the middle of the hallway, staring at the stone wall across from him, his eyes still wide open and his face full of horror, the same expression on Moody's face as he did when he demonstrated the Mind Dashing Charm.

"Neville?" Hermione said softly.

Neville turned his face.

"Oh, hello," he said, his voice much louder than usual, "this class is so interesting, isn't it?" I don't know what to eat for dinner. I, I'm hungry, what about you? ”

Neville wanted to cover it up, and his performance couldn't hide it from Hermione.

"Neville, are you alright?" Hermione cared about him, but Neville was reluctant to open up to her—

"Oh, it's okay, I'm fine, what a fun dinner! Oh, I mean, this class – what's to eat? ”

Hermione turned her head and exchanged a look with Maple, who shook her head. It was a hurdle in Neville's mind, and he had to overcome it himself.

Just then, there was a strange sound behind them. They turned around and saw Professor Moody limping this way. They were silent for a moment, and after the unforgettable first lesson, Hermione and the other four looked at him with a little fear. But when he spoke, his voice, though hoarse, was much lower and softer than they had heard before.

It's really an actor-level acting, no wonder Dumbledore has been deceived by him.

"It's all right, kid," he said to Neville, "would you like to come to my office?" Come on, we can have a cup of tea together... ”

Neville seemed even more scared at the thought of having tea with Moody. He didn't move, and he didn't speak. Moody turned his enchanted eyes towards Harry.

"Are you alright, Potter?"

"It's fine." Harry replied, with a hint of resistance.

The three Unforgivable Curses, the Heart Curse deprived Neville of his father's and mother's love at an early age, and the Avada Curse left Harry orphaned. Moody demonstrated the unforgivable curse in front of them, which was equivalent to tearing open the scars in their hearts.

Moody's blue eyes looked at Harry, and he seemed to read Harry's thoughts. Then he said, "You must understand." It may seem cruel, but you must understand it. There is no need to hide it. Okay, let's go, Longbottom, I've got a couple of books there that might be of interest to you. ”

Neville looked pleadingly at Maple, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but none of them spoke. Neville had no choice but to let Moody put a large, rough hand on his shoulder and lead him away.

"What is he going to do?" Hermione said, a little worried.

"Probably to teach him a lesson, huh?" Ron added fuel to the fire.

"Don't worry, Neville hasn't violated any discipline, and Professor Moody shouldn't do anything to him. Maybe he really wanted to give Neville a few books, as he said. Maple said.

That's to pave the way for you in advance, Harry!

"Fred and George are right, Moody is very knowledgeable, and as soon as he recited the Avada Curse, the spider died, and immediately died like that—"

As soon as Ron saw the expression on Harry's face, he quickly shut up, and didn't say anything more along the way.

After eating, Harry and Ron went back upstairs to their dorm room to get their textbooks and diagrams, only to find Neville alone in the room, sitting on his bed reading a book. He looked much calmer than he had just finished Moody's class, but still not quite back to normal. His eyes were red.

"Are you alright, Neville?" Harry asked him.

"Oh, it's fine," Neville replied, "I'm fine, thank you." I'm reading the book Professor Moody lent me... ”

He held up the book in his hand: "The Miraculous Aquatic Plants of the Mediterranean and Their Properties".

"It seems that Professor Sprout told Professor Moody that I was very good at herbalism." Neville said, with a hint of pride in his voice, "Professor Moody thinks I'm going to love this book." ”

Harry and Ron return to the common room with their Lift the Fog and Look Ahead, find a table, and start predicting their fate for the next month. After an hour, they had made no progress, and the table was littered with bits of parchment filled with numbers and symbols. Harry's mind was still foggy, as if it were filled with smoke from Professor Trelawney's fire.

"I don't have a clue what this thing means." He looked down at the long row of calculation formulas and said.

"Well," said Ron, his head growing, and finally suggested, "let's go with the repertoire of the divination class." ”

"You mean—made it up out of thin air?"

"Next Monday," he scribbled, "I may cough because Mars and Jupiter are unfortunately conjunct." He looked up at Harry, "You know her, let's try to make up some bad things, she loves to watch this." ”

"That's right." Harry said, crumpling together the results of the brainstorming and starting to write again.

"On Monday, I'm going to be in danger of — well—getting burned."

"yes, you're in such danger that we're going to see the snails again on Monday. Alright, Tuesday, I'll — um—"

"You're going to break the bank."

"Good idea, because — well—because of Mercury. What about you, how about you being stabbed in the back by one of you who you thought was a friend? ”

"yes, that's cool! Because – well– Venus is in the twentieth house of the zodiac. ”

They concocted prophecies (the tragedy grew more and more intense), and so on for another hour, the people in the common room went back to sleep, and the surroundings slowly deserted.

Harry looked around, pondering a unfortunate incident that had not yet been used, and turned his head to look, only to find that Maple had suddenly stood beside them at some point, startling them.

He was also holding a ginger cat in his arms, and he was looking at Harry with an esoteric gaze that resembled Hermione's, if she knew they were being opportunistic in their homework.

"You invisible person, you don't walk with a sound, it scares us!" Ron said startled, it seemed that he was also taken aback by Maple.

"Your homework is so interesting, I can't help but look at it a few more times." Maple said with a smile, and then sarcastically said-

"Why don't you write about being scratched by a cat, because Venus is deflecting its orbit." Maple said, waving the claws of Crook Mountain.

"Great idea!" Harry's eyes lit up and he said.

Well, defeated by you guys.

Maple was speechless for a moment.

Add one last piece of bad luck, and Harry's homework was finally done. Harry put the parchment aside and stood up and stretched. Then he was surprised to see Fred and George sitting by the opposite wall, head to head, quill in hand, and immersed in a piece of parchment.

It was a rare thing that Fred and George were hiding in a corner and quietly studying something. They have always liked to be lively, like to babble, and become the center of everyone's attention. At the moment, looking at the way they studied the parchment, it seemed a little sneaky.

"No, that would look like we're accusing him. You have to be careful ... George shook his head at Fred and scratched something off the paper with his quill pen, his voice was small, but in the empty lounge, his voice was still heard by Harry and Maple.

Maple smiled, apparently they had found out that Ludo Bagman had paid them with leprechaun's gold coins, and were thinking about how to get the money back from him.

"Huh?" Maple's heart suddenly moved, and he saw that the bag left by Zhuge Kongming had moved.

The first bag opened, and I saw two short words written on the note inside-

'Break the money'!

What do these two words mean?

Break the fortune and avoid disaster?

No, Maple suddenly turned his gaze to the Weasley brothers, the first tip seemed to be because they were moving, thinking about what they were doing, and Maple thought for a moment.

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