Seeing Moody's unkind face, the timid man shuddered with fright.

They hurriedly took out their "Dark Arts: Self-Defense Guide" and waited, and the atmosphere was extraordinarily quiet, which had never been seen in the previous class.

"Put these things away," Moody said gruffly, struggling to the podium on crutches and sitting down, "You don't need these textbooks." ”

The students looked at each other and finally put away their books.

Ron was amused, he heard it from Fred and George that it was funny.

The first is the roll call, which is also a good way for the professor to quickly get to know the students.

Moody didn't need to look up, his normal eyes followed the list, and the magic eye turned around to look at the answering student.

"John Wick."

"Here." John's expression was calm.

When the name is spoken, the atmosphere becomes even more eerie.

Moody paused slightly, and continued to read as usual.

"Alright," Moody began to teach after all the students' names were pronounced, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin explaining your progress last semester, and you have learned a lot about how to deal with dark magic creatures. ”

When it comes to the students' favorite Professor Lupin, they are emboldened and whisper their approval.

However, Moody changed his words and said, "But you still haven't learned enough how to deal with spells, not enough!" ”

Seemingly very opinionated, Moody's wooden leg tapped the ground.

Moody stared at the students, the magic eye spinning around, and said, "Therefore, I am going to give you an understanding of what wizards do among them, and I have a year to teach you how to deal with the dark ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Ron blurted out a little nervously, "What, what did you say?" ”

Blue-eyed DEMON-Eye turned to stare at Ron.

Ron swallowed hard, and he didn't say it until he had a brain pump, and he would rather face Spider in the face of Moody.

Just when Ron thinks he might be the first person to be sent to Azkaban for interjecting in class, Moody laughs.

"You're Arthur Weasley's son, huh?" Looking at the red hair, Moody said, "A few days ago, your father helped me out of a very difficult situation, yes, I only taught for a year, did Dumbledore a favor, and then lived a peaceful retirement life again. ”

He didn't seem to heed Ron's interjection, much to Ron's relief.

Malfoy scoffed softly, very evident in class.

The smile on Moody's face suddenly flickered, and the magic eye turned sharply to stare at Malfoy.

Malfoy smiled, but couldn't say how friendly he was.

After all, no one can have much affection for a person who has a relationship in class, especially if that person attacked him yesterday.

Moody looked at Malfoy for a moment, smiled hoarsely, and clapped his big rough hands to signal everyone to concentrate.

He also got to the point, the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.

Clutching a piece of chalk in his hand, he said in a rough voice, "Do any of you know which spells are subject to the harshest punishment of wizarding law?" ”

As the words fell, several hands trembled and raised their heads, including Ron and Hermione's.

Moody looked over, his eyes swept over, and pointed at Ron.

There was a hoarse tone in his voice, but it was much lower and softer, "Weasley." ”

"Well, that's right," Ron said uncertainly, "my dad told me about one, and it's called Imperius or something, right?" ”

"Ah, yes!" Moody said loudly appreciatively, "Of course your father knows the spell, and the Imperius Charm has caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic. ”

With that, Moody quickly wrote the Imperius Curse on the blackboard, walked to the podium with great difficulty, opened the drawer, and pulled out a glass bottle.

"It's not like none of you have any experience with the Imperius Curse, are you?"

The magic eye was staring at John, and in the glass bottle, three large black spiders were crawling inside.

Ron regretted it, and he swore he didn't want to be with the spiders.

"As far as I know, a poor kid was subjected to the Imperius Curse when he was in the first grade." Moody reached into the bottle and grabbed a spider without fear.

He was very thoughtful to put the spider in the open palm of his hand so that everyone could see it more clearly.

Holding a wand in one hand, he pointed at it and muttered, "Imperio."

The spider was controlled, jumping off Moody's palm, dangling a spider silk as if it were sitting on a swing.

Spun in the air and somersault, the spider fell on the table, stood up on its hind legs, and did a tap dance.

Everyone laughed, and Moody's lips went up slightly.

"You guys think it's fun, don't you?" He asked in a thick voice, "Would you like it if I did it to you?" ”

The laughter died down almost immediately.

Moody looked at John, who had said a word since he came in, and said softly, "Completely under the control of the spellcaster, the controlled, I can make him jump off the windowsill, or I can let him drown himself, and then control...... Kill someone. ”

His words were so blunt that the students' faces turned pale.

Staring straight at John, Moody said, "Wick should be very touched, that feeling of being involuntarily. ”

Brush it up.

The eyes of the classroom couldn't help but focus on John, who had been controlled by the Imperius Curse when he was in his first grade.

John's expression was still flat, and he saw Daphne's concerned eyes.

He shook his head slightly to indicate that it was okay, he was pretending to be robbed of his soul, so just say whatever you want.

"Years ago, many wizards were under the control of the Imperius Curse, and that kept the Ministry of Magic busy, and they had to distinguish who was lying and who was forced."

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I'll give you the method, but it requires a lot of personality strength, and the best way is not to be hit by it." As if having seen enough of John's expression, Moody suddenly yelled, "Remember, always be vigilant!" ”

The spider was roughly grabbed and tossed back into the vial, and Moody asked again, "Who else knows what spell?" ”

In everyone's astonished gaze, Neville raised his hand.

Moody pointed to Neville, who said softly, but clearly, "There's a ...... Drill Heart Mantra. ”

"Longbottom."

Moody looked at Neville with rare eyes and pulled the second spider out of the glass bottle.

Use the Amplification Charm on the spider to make it bigger than the tarantula.

Ron shifted his chair back as if it wouldn't be touched.

Moody raised his wand and pointed at the spider and said softly, "Crucio."

Even if the spider didn't make a sound, the painful gesture made it sure that it was screaming desperately at the moment.

Neville's face turned pale, and he closed his eyes in pain.

"Stop!" Hermione interrupted Moody with a shriek as she continued to torture the spider.

Moody pauses and shrinks the spider and throws it back into the glass bottle.

"Extreme pain," Moody said softly, "if you know how to drill into the heart spell, then you don't need any other tools to easily torture people crazy, well, who knows what spells." ”

Hermione raised her hand for the third time, and Moody finally picked her.

"Avada's Curse." Hermione whispered, as if she would accidentally kill someone if she was louder.

"Yes, this is the last and most unforgivable one...... Killing Curse. Moody's lips twitched, squeezing an ugly smile out.

The last spider was pulled out, and Moody raised his wand, and the other students had pleading in their eyes, hoping that he wouldn't utter the spell.

"AvadaKedavra"

The voice is exceptionally soft, as if someone has said goodnight.

The green light pierced the eyes, and the spider's body remained motionless without the slightest scar.

It's dead.

Several students covered their mouths vigorously to stop the screams.

The spider's body was carried by the impact and slid towards Ron, causing him to fall backwards in fear.

"It's calm, it's unpleasant, it's the killing curse, there's no way to defend against it without breaking it."

As he spoke, Moody's normal eyes looked at Harry, and the magic eye looked at John.

"As far as people know, only one person has escaped this spell, and I'm talking about the heyday of the killing curse."

The students looked at each other, and Moody said in a calm tone, "Avada Suo needs a lot of magical power as a foundation, you can all take out your wand, aim it at me, and recite this incantation." ”

Moody laughed, but the smile was as unpleasant as the Killing Curse, and it was a little oozing.

"I suspect I'll only bleed a little nosebleed at best, just like Wick, who is very pitiful and lucky, and the man who recited the spell is so weak that he probably doesn't even have the magic power you have now."

Being named for the second time, John pouted, there is still a savior who has been cursed by Voldemort's killing curse, can you stop naming him.

The reason why the Unforgivable Spell is unforgivable is because to use it means to enter Azkaban.

Of course, Moody's won't go in.

The reality is that you can't expect some people to be equal to the average person.

After class, the students were like rabbits out of trouble, one by one, their steps were fast, and their mouths were still discussing the lesson.

"John, you've collected two of the three unforgivable spells."

As Malfoy said this, Goyle walked and talked to Crabbe, hitting Malfoy directly in the back of the head, and the two of them fell together into the mud.

Well, the fat dun fell.

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