Seeing Moody's unfriendly face, the timid person was frightened.
They quickly took out their respective copies of "Dark Magic: Self-Defense Guide" and waited. The atmosphere was extremely quiet, which was unprecedented in class before.
"Put these things away," Moody said gruffly, walking to the podium with a cane and sitting down. "You don't need these textbooks."
The students looked at each other and finally put the books away.
Ron was intrigued. He heard from Fred and George that the course was interesting.
The first step is to take roll call, which is also a good way for the professor to quickly get to know the students.
Moody didn't need to raise his head. He looked down the list with his normal eyes, while his magic eyes wandered around to look at the students who responded.
"John Wick."
"Here." John's expression was calm.
When the name was mentioned, the atmosphere became even weirder.
Moody just paused slightly and continued reading with a normal expression.
"Okay," after all the students' names were read out, Moody started teaching. He said, "I received a letter from Professor Lupine, introducing your progress last semester. You have already mastered a lot of basics on how to deal with dark magical creatures. .”
Talking about Professor Lupin, the students' favorite, they became bolder and murmured their approval.
However, Moody changed the subject and said, "But you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells, not enough!"
Seemingly dissatisfied, Moody tapped his wooden leg on the ground.
Moody stared at the students, his magic eye moving around, and said: "Therefore, I am going to let you understand what wizards do. I have one year to teach you how to deal with the dark devil..."
Before he finished speaking, Ron blurted out nervously: "What, what did you say?"
The blue-eyed magic eye turned around and stared at Ron.
Ron swallowed hard, and it was only after his brain twitched that he said that facing Moody, he would rather face the spider.
Just when Ron thought he might be the first person to be sent to Azkaban for interrupting in class, Moody smiled.
"You are Arthur Weasley's son, right?" Looking at the red hair, Moody said: "A few days ago, your father helped me get out of a very difficult situation. Yes, I only teach One year, do Dumbledore a favor and return to a peaceful retirement."
He didn't seem to mind Ron's interruption, which made Ron sigh in relief.
Malfoy scoffed softly, which was very obvious in class.
The smile on Moody's face suddenly faded, and his magic eyes suddenly turned to stare at Malfoy.
Malfoy suppressed his smile, but he still couldn't say he was very friendly.
After all, no one would have a good impression of someone who started a relationship in class, especially when that person attacked him yesterday.
Moody looked at Malfoy for a while, laughed hoarsely, and clapped his rough hands to signal everyone to concentrate.
He also got down to business, the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.
Holding a piece of chalk tightly in his hand, he said loudly and roughly: Do any of you know which spells will be punished the most severely by wizard law? "
After the words fell, several hands were raised tremblingly, including those of Ron and Hermione.
Moody looked over, glanced over, and pointed at Ron.
His tone was hoarse, but much softer and lower, "Weasley."
"Uh, that's right," Ron said uncertainly, "My dad told me about one, it's called the Imperius Curse or something, right?"
"Ah, yes!" Moody said loudly and appreciatively, "Of course your father knows that spell. The Imperius Curse has caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic."
With that said, Moody quickly wrote the Imperius Curse on the blackboard, walked to the podium with difficulty on his prosthetic legs, opened the drawer, and took out a glass bottle.
"Not all of you have experience facing the Imperius Curse, right?"
The magic eye was staring at John. Three big black spiders were crawling inside the glass bottle.
Ron regretted it and swore he didn't want to be with spiders.
"As far as I know, a poor child was affected by the Imperius Curse when he was in first grade." Moody reached into the bottle and grabbed a spider without fear.
He very thoughtfully placed the spider in his open palm so that everyone could see it more clearly.
Pointing at it with a wand in one hand, he muttered: "Imperio"
The spider was controlled and jumped away from Moody's hand, dangling on a thread like a swing.
Spinning and somersaulting in the air, the spider fell onto the table, stood up on its hind legs, and danced a tap dance.
Everyone laughed, and Moody raised his lips slightly.
"You think it's fun, don't you?" he asked in a rough voice, "Would you like it if I did it to you?"
The laughter died almost immediately.
Moody looked at John, who had said something since he came in, and said softly: "Completely controlled by the caster, the controlled person, I can make him jump off the window sill, or let him drown himself, or else Controlling...killing someone."
His words were straightforward, and the students' faces turned pale.
Staring directly at John, Moody said: "Wick must have felt it very much, that feeling of being involuntarily."
Brush it.
The eyes in the classroom couldn't help but focus on John. In the first grade, John was controlled by the Imperius Curse.
John's expression remained calm, and he saw Daphne's concerned eyes.
He shook his head slightly to indicate that nothing was wrong. He was just pretending to be soul-seized in the first place, so he could just say whatever he wanted.
"Years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Imperius Curse, which made the Ministry of Magic very busy. They had to distinguish who was lying and who was forced to do so."
"The Imperius Curse can be resisted. I will give you the method, but it requires a strong personality. The best way is not to be hit by it." As if he had seen enough of John's expression, Moody suddenly Yelling: "Remember, always be vigilant!"
The spider was roughly picked up and thrown back into the glass bottle, and Moody asked again, "Who else knows what spell?"
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Neville actually raised his hand.
Moody pointed at Neville, who said softly but clearly: "There is... a Cruciatus Curse."
"Longbottom."
Moody looked at Neville with two rare eyes and took out the second spider from the glass bottle.
Use a magnification spell on a spider to make it larger than a wolf spider.
Ron moved his chair back as if he wouldn't be hit.
Moody pointed his wand at the spider and said softly, "Crucio."
Even though the spider didn't make a sound, its painful posture made people sure that it was screaming desperately at the moment.
Neville's face turned pale and he closed his eyes in pain.
"Stop!" Hermione screamed, interrupting Moody as he continued to torture the spider.
Moody stopped, shrunk the spider and threw it back into the glass bottle.
"Excruciating pain," Moody said softly: "If you know the Cruciatus Curse, you can easily torture people crazy without any other tools. Well, who else knows what spell."
Hermione raised her hand for the third time, and Moody finally chose her.
"Avada Kedavra," Hermione whispered, as if speaking louder would accidentally kill someone.
"Yes, this is the last and most unforgivable one... the killing curse." Moody's lips twitched, forcing out an ugly smile.
The last spider was taken out, and Moody raised his wand. The other students had pleading eyes, hoping that he would not say the curse.
"Avada Kedavra"
The voice was particularly soft, as if someone was saying good night.
Green light pierced his eyes, and the spider's body remained motionless without a single scratch.
It's dead.
Several students covered their mouths hard to stifle their screams.
The spider's body was slithered by the impact, sliding towards Ron, causing him to lean back in fear and almost fall.
"Calm, very unpleasant, this is the Killing Curse, there is no breaking curse, there is no way to resist it."
As he spoke, Moody's normal eye looked at Harry, and his magic eye looked at John.
"As far as anyone is aware, only one person has escaped such a spell, and I'm talking about the Killing Curse in its full glory."
The students looked at each other, and Moody said calmly: "Avada Kedavra requires very powerful magical power as a foundation. You can all take out your wands, point them at me, and recite this spell."
Moody smiled, but this smile was as unpleasant as the Killing Curse, a little penetrating.
"I suspect that I will only get a little nosebleed at most, just like Wick. His situation is very pitiful and extremely lucky. The person who chanted the curse is extremely weak and probably doesn't even have the magic power you have now."
John curled his lips when he was called for the second time. There was a savior who had been hit by Voldemort's killing curse. Could you please stop calling him?
The reason why the Unforgivable Curse is unforgivable is because using it means going to Azkaban.
Of course, Moody wouldn't go in.
The reality is that you can't expect some people to be equal to ordinary people.
After class, the students were like rabbits out of trouble, walking fast one by one, and still discussing the lesson.
"John, you collected two of the three Unforgivable Curses."
When Malfoy said these words, Goyle was walking and talking to Crabbe, and hit Malfoy directly on the back of the head, causing the two of them to fall into the mud together.
Well, Fatty fell down.
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