Gryffindor's little lions have been looking forward to Moody's lesson for a long time.

The young wizards who had already taken the Defence Against the Dark Arts course were widely praised for his class, and even bluntly said that it was only a little worse than the down-and-out version of Professor Lupin, and even better than the handsome version of Professor Lupin.

In the room, the curtains were all drawn.

For a moment, the young wizards thought they had come to the Tower, walked into Professor Trelawney's office, and lit a rich, even choking fragrance.

Harry's senses were more sensitive than ordinary people, and the extremely pungent smell made him suffocate a little, and he almost choked on tears.

"Professor, can you open the window?" Hermione immediately stopped and spoke to Moody, who was sitting in the teacher's seat.

Moody shook his head: "I think I'm afraid not." ”

"The next lesson I'm going to take, for you, needs the aid of this calming aromatherapy."

Harry reached out and fanned his nose, "This fragrance is too inferior, maybe the professor should ask Professor Snape for advice, it's not the right way to use it, burning so much at once will only make it worse." ”

"I think I know more about these things than you do." Moody lifted his claw-like prosthetic leg and stomped heavily on the podium, making a muffled "thud", "Sit down, it's time to start class!" ”

Hermione frowned, Ron frowned, and the three of them sat down in the first row.

Just pulled out the book.

Moody waved his hand: "Put the book away, when you meet dark magic creatures or dark wizards in the future, you won't need this thing, when the first thing you think of is books, you are already doomed to die." ”

The little wizards excitedly put away their textbooks, and they enjoyed the practical lessons.

Although the theory is good, the space hole is boring.

Moody limped out of the lectern and stood in front of the desk farthest from Harry, "You had a good professor last year, and I received a letter from Professor Lupin, who gave you a detailed account of your progress in this class. ”

"But Defence Against the Dark Arts is not as simple as dealing with dark magic creatures."

"In fact, the vast majority of wizards have never encountered many dark magic creatures in their lives, even me, the number of encounters is pitiful, and the real threat is those dark wizards, including those who want to be dark wizards, but have not yet become dark wizards."

"In my class, I'm going to teach you how to deal with the dark arts."

The little wizards held their breath.

Hermione frowned, "Professor, that's not what we're supposed to learn, it's in sixth grade."

Moody waved his hand, "Miss Granger, don't worry, I know I'm not the kind of fool who doesn't even check your progress before teaching, but Professor Dumbledore and I have praised you for your courage." ”

"I think he thinks it's time for you to see this stuff."

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at Harry, and said meaningfully: "And I think many people have heard the news before school starts, at the Quidditch World Cup, there is a group of dark wizards who make trouble, and they even call out the dark mark of the mysterious people, there is no doubt that they are a group of evil dark wizards, and they torture several Muggles. ”

"Thanks to Harry, he drove the group away before the Aurors rushed over, and he caught the two culprits."

The young wizards looked at Harry.

Harry stared at Moody.

"The situation is very tense now, and no one knows when the dark wizards will be restless again, I've already experienced it twice in my life!" Moody frantically tapped the ground again with his paw, "Miss Brown, what I'm saying now is important, don't play around with petty gestures in my class." ”

Lavender was startled and hurriedly put things away.

Moody's prosthetic eye was still staring at her, and the other eye swept over the young wizards: "A dark wizard wants to cast a spell on you, he will not observe the etiquette of duel, bow respectfully to you, and then tell you the spell he is going to cast." ”

"I don't even use stunning, petrifying, almost no harmful spells."

"So, can anyone tell me what are the worst spells in the wizarding world and the most severely punished when used?"

Harry spoke, "Professor, you mean to say the Unforgivable Curse?" ”

"Of course." Moody shook his head at him, "Mr. Potter can you introduce us to it?" ”

"I don't think that's good content." Harry said bluntly, "Does Professor Dumbledore know?" ”

"This is my lesson." Moody took the prosthetic leg again and stomped the ground a few times, "I think it's a good fit right now." ”

Harry stopped talking, the talisman on his chest trembling slightly.

Moody stared at him with fake eyes: "It's still the same question just now, can anyone answer it?" ”

Several young wizards raised their hands.

"Mr. Weasley." Moody's named a person.

Ron stood up: "I remember there was a Reimperi Curse, my dad mentioned him, and this time Malfoy wanted to get away with it, and he used that excuse. ”

Moody nodded approvingly, "Aha, of course, I think back then, this spell caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic." ”

With a flick of his wand, a glass bottle flew from the lectern cabinet, and as it flew in, the cap was unscrewed, and a spider the size of a fist landed almost on the table with the bottle.

Ron almost subconsciously pulled out his wand and smashed it with a blasting spell.

Moody pointed his wand at it and uttered the incantation with great skill: "Out of body." ”

A faint cold magic seeped into the spider's body, blended in, and vanished, only an extremely faint breath that implicated Moody and the spider, and if it weren't for this close range, Harry wouldn't even be able to sense this breath.

Moody's wand moved.

The spider jumped up and down, with a stretch that a spider couldn't possibly have, and danced unusually gorgeously, jumping from one end of the classroom to the other, and finally back to Neville's desk, clawing its body in front of it and doing a cheerful tap dance.

The little wizards laughed, and some applauded.

"You guys think that's funny?" Moody raised an eyebrow and looked at them coldly, "So what?" ”

He waved his wand again.

The spider slammed into the wall, once, twice, until it smashed its head to pieces, and it was no longer angry.

The faces of the little wizards turned pale.

This kind of death is too tragic.

Harry waved his wand, and the spider's corpse vanished.

"Mr. Potter, do you have such mercy on it?" Moody's prosthetic gaze was still on Harry, and he spoke almost as soon as he moved.

"If only the students knew about the dangers." Harry spoke slowly.

Moody snorted, "As you have just seen, the person who is under the spell will be completely under my control, and I will do whatever I want it to do, and it will not leave any trace, and no wizard has ever found any evidence in the person who has been controlled by the Imperius Curse that he is under control." ”

Harry's face was serious.

That faint breath immediately dissipated at the same time as the spider died.

"However, the Imperius Curse does not have a counter-curse, but it can be resisted, and it requires extreme faith, and I will teach you how to do it." Moody tapped in front of Neville's desk, "So who else knows, what else are the Unforgivable Curses?" ”

His intact eyes fell, and he saw Neville's pale face, "Mr. Longbottom, maybe you can make an answer?" ”

Neville stood up tremblingly, gritted his teeth, and snapped out a few words from his stomach tube: "Drill Heart Mantra." ”

Moody didn't speak, just waved his wand, and waited for the spider to land in front of Neville before he spoke, continuing, "The Heart Curse is the cruelest spell of the Unforgivable Spell. ”

"I'll have to zoom in so you can see it clearly."

He uttered the mantra "Zoom in quickly".

The spider immediately swelled to the size of a human head, and Ron was startled, pulled out his wand, and took several deep breaths before suppressing the urge to chant a spell.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!" Moody was unusually serious, chanting a spell at the spider.

It struggled immediately, its claws rubbing against the table in a terrible clattering sound, and Harry smoothed it out with a flick of his wand.

Only the spider struggled spasmodically.

Neville's face grew paler and more frightened, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Harry waved his wand again, and the table twisted and deformed, enveloping the spider.

"Mr. Potter?" Moody's asked.

Harry ignored him, "Neville, if you don't like it, you can say it out loud." ”

Neville's eyes straightened, and through the deformed wooden box, he looked into the depths of his memories farther and farther away.

Harry flicked the spell and the Happiness Charm fell on Neville, who encouraged him again, "Neville, if you don't like it, say it out loud." ”

"I don't like it!" Neville gritted his teeth and spat out the words in a firm tone he hadn't ever had.

Moody was stunned, he turned his head, dropped both of his eyes, and gave Harry a meaningful look, "And does anyone know of the other Unforgivable Curses?" ”

This time, only Hermione was still raising her hand.

"Miss Granger?" Moody's named her.

Hermione stood up and glanced at Harry, "Curse." ”

The little wizards were restless, and they twisted their bodies, looking uneasy.

"Yes, the Requisition Curse, the last of the Unforgivable Spells, and the most dangerous and powerful spell." Moody grinned, as if he wanted to smile, but his scarred face made his smile look unusually hideous.

He flicked his wand to lift Harry's Transfiguration Spell.

But the magic invaded, and the wooden box didn't react.

Harry held his wand and tapped it on the table, and the wooden box dissipated, turning into a wooden wall that stopped Neville and his table, revealing the dying spider.

Seamus still wanted to tiptoe to see, but was entangled in a vine and tugged at him to keep his head from going over the wooden wall.

Moody's face didn't change, and he raised his wand and aimed it at the spider: "Avada suo!" ”

Only a dazzling green light flashed, and there was a shrill and noisy noise, and the spider, lying quietly on the table, lifeless, all its vitality was taken away by this spell in that instant.

"Mr. Potter, you don't have to be so careful, I won't have shaky hands." Moody continued to look at Harry.

Harry was expressionless: "Maybe Professor you believe in yourself, but you have to admit that you are in your seventies this year and are no longer young. ”

Moody snorted coldly: "There is no counter-curse to the Curse, since it was born, only one person was lucky enough to escape death from this spell, and he is sitting here at this time." ”

All the young wizards continued to look at Harry.

The Boy of the Dead and the savior of the wizarding world, Harry Potter had both titles that began with escaping the Curse, though he had now grown to the point where he no longer needed them.

"Mr. Potter is worried, but I think he's obviously overly concerned about putting his own level on you." Moody walked back to the podium, "Actually, these spells require a lot of magic and emotion as a foundation. ”

"Except for Mr. Potter, at your level, even if you recite the Curse on me, it will only make me bleed."

"But you must be clear that these spells are the most common and most common methods used by those dark wizards, and there is still some time in this lesson, so let me take you to learn more, starting from the basics, how to resist the Imperius Curse."

"Every little wizard has experienced it for himself, and then he has a firm belief and tries to get rid of it."

"Let me think about it, how about starting with Mr. Potter?"

The amulet trembled a little more violently.

Harry stood up and stared at him, "I don't think so, Professor Moody, the rules of the Ministry of Magic don't allow you to cast an unforgivable spell on a wizard, even if it's a class, you show it to the little wizards, it's already the limit." ”

The state is a little wrong, today the first two more!! A little upset

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