There is only one magic that can be called an unquenchable magic fire - the Fierce Fire Charm.

It's the most powerful flame in the wizarding world, capable of incinerating everything, nothing it can't burn, not even the flame's nemesis water.

And the fire will continue to become more and more powerful as it burns.

This is very typical of black magic.

In the records of the Ministry of Magic, it is recorded as the second only black magic to the three unforgivable spells.

It's not that the Fire Curse is not as powerful as the Imperius Curse, the Heart Draining Curse, and the Soul Requirping Curse, it's just that the killing of the Fire Curse is a positive and rigid type, not as inscrutable as the Imperius Curse, not as torturous as the Heart Reaper Curse, and not as deadly as the Requisition Curse.

In terms of the complexity of learning alone, the spell of the Flame Spell is strictly not as great as the Occlumency Spell and the Patronus Charm, and it is not very difficult to simply summon the Flame, and Dudley himself can summon the Flame.

The two old wizards, Pipiru and Lucisi, are actually good at fire spells, but they are not good at controlling them.

And the hardest part of the fire spell is to control it.

How to control the trajectory of the fierce fire is the mark of a powerful dark wizard.

If you simply summon a fierce fire, it is likely that you will be harmed by the fierce fire curse.

I don't distinguish between this magic and my enemy, and it won't show mercy just because it's your caster

The first person to be burned to death by the slightest accident is the wizard who summons a powerful fire.

Such examples abound in the wizarding world and are a very common phenomenon.

Professional things still have to find professional people, and who better knows the dark arts than a Death Eater?

Of course, that's not true

The person who can play the fire spell is one in Dudley's impression, and that is the true master of the fire spell in existence.

It's a pity that Dudley can't guarantee that the other party is willing to teach him.

The next best thing to do is that Professor Moody' is the most suitable candidate.

"A demonic flame that never goes out? Very well, boy, you're asking the right question. ”

As Dudley expected, Moody readily agreed.

"I've fought many times with dark wizards who use the Fire Charm, and I know a little bit about it."

"I shouldn't have taught you such dangerous magic, but now that you've become a Hogwarts Warrior, you'll probably face this spell in the near future."

"Then get ready for the devil's training, I can teach you on the first night of every weekend."

Moody took a sip of the jug of cloudy liquid pinned to his waist, and a unique scent of potions penetrated Dudley's nose.

Ah, it's the flavor of the compound decoction.

Moody, who was on crutches, hadn't gone far when he suddenly turned his head: "By the way, call Harry when you come." As a fellow Hogwarts Warrior, I think he should also learn some techniques for dealing with dark wizards. ”

That last sentence is the point.

On Saturday, Dudley and Harry arrived early at Moody's professor's dormitory after their morning workout of the prescribed movements.

Compared to Dumbledore's Headmaster's office, Moody's dormitory was much smaller, and the rooms were very simple, unlike Lockhart, who hung his portrait all over the room, Quirrell, who planted a bunch of garlic in his dorm, and who kept dangerous dark magic creatures in his room like Lupin.

Except for a few clothes hanging, there was only a crucible, a teapot, a few teacups, and a few other things.

But the most striking thing is the huge tin box next to the bed.

There was a big lock on it, mysterious and mysterious, and I didn't know what was inside.

"Very well, it seems that you are taking this study very seriously."

As soon as Dudley entered the room, his eyes stayed on the big box, intentionally or unintentionally, and he first shouted at the two of them to successfully attract Dudley's attention. After pouring a sip of the kettle he was carrying, he beckoned the two of them to him: "What are you waiting for?" Come here, come to me. ”

Looking at the two students who were a head taller than him, Moody silently took a few steps back, so that he didn't have to tilt his head to talk to the two of them, and then continued to speak.

"I think you've all heard the spell of the Fire Charm before you came to me, but I'll repeat it here."

“Fiendfyre！ (The spell of the Fierce Fire Spell is not the Burning of the Sky, the Chinese version of the spell is unknown, and the English version of this is actually the meaning of the Fierce Fire) This is the spell of the Fierce Fire Curse. ”

"Remember, then release it in front of me now."

Saying that, Moody poured another sip of 'water': "One by one, the first one. Harry, come first. ”

"Release? Over here? ”

Harry was visibly stunned when he heard Moody's words.

This is a powerful fire spell, isn't it a clear spring like water, aren't you afraid to set the castle on fire here?

Sensing Harry's doubts, Moody spoke, with a hint of disdain in his tone, "Don't worry, with your abilities, you can only summon a handful of flames at best. ”

Extend your little finger and pinch it with your thumb where it is on the top of its fingernail.

Although it is said that everything does not burn, in fact, air cannot be its combustible substance, which means that it cannot burn through the air.

"I don't even need to use a wand, I can extinguish it with a breath."

You're serious, fast-paced, and talented, but can you still be a beginner in dark arts?

Moody's heart was unimpressed, black magic was his most proud method.

As Moody said in his first Defence Against the Dark Arts class, even if the young wizards in the class cast a requisition spell on him, he would have a little nosebleed at best.

He was very confident in himself, and he was very confident in Dudley and Harry.

Can a student be better than a professor?

"But."

Dudley was silent, but Harry tried to explain, but was interrupted by Moody as soon as he spoke.

"No, though, I said release here."

Seeing that Moody's attitude was so resolute, Harry could only say helplessly.

"Okay."

Take out your wand and point the tip of your wand at the ceiling, where the clutter is least.

“Fiendfyre！”

Harry pronounced the incantation of the Fire Charm, and as soon as his voice fell, a fist-sized crimson flame erupted from the tip of his wand, slamming into the ceiling and igniting it instantly.

The fire spell does not burn anything, even the most non-flammable things can become combustibles, and the moment it touches the ceiling, it spreads in an extremely rapid state of affairs, and in a short time it has burned down the ceiling towards the desk near the wall, and there is a big breath that burns the room clean.

The fire was just too fast

Moody, who had planned to guide Harry well, was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and quickly took out his wand and pointed it at the spreading fire.

"Stop!"

Unfortunately, this spell can only slow down the spread of the fire, but it does not remove the threat of the fire curse.

However, it was enough to delay it, and Moody cast the spell again.

"The flames are extinguished!"

(End of chapter)