Among the many magics, there is only one that can be called an eternal magic fire - the Fierce Fire Curse.
This is the most powerful magic flame in the magical world. It can burn everything. There is nothing it cannot burn, even the nemesis of fire, water.
And the fierce 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 black magic second only to the three unforgivable curses.
It’s not that the Fire Curse is not as powerful as the Soul-Impering Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Life-Killing Curse. It’s just that the damage done by the Fire-Fire Curse is head-on. It’s not as incomprehensible as the Soul-Impering Curse, and it’s not as torturous as the Cruciatus Curse. The body is not as capable of instant death as the Death Curse.
In terms of the complexity of learning alone, strictly speaking, the Fire Curse is far less powerful than Occlumency and the Patronus Charm. Simply summoning Fire is not that difficult. Dudley himself can summon Fire.
The two old wizards Pipilu and Lu Xixi are actually good at the Fire Curse, but they are not good at controlling it.
The most difficult part of the Fire Spell is control.
How to control the trajectory of the fierce fire is the sign of a powerful dark wizard.
Simply summoning the powerful fire will most likely end up being harmed by the powerful fire curse.
This magic doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, it won't show mercy just because you are the one who cast it.
The first person to be burned to death if he was not careful was the wizard who summoned the fierce fire.
Such examples abound in the wizarding world and are a very common phenomenon.
For professional matters, you still need to find a professional. Who else knows the dark arts better than a Death Eater?
Of course, it’s not right to say that.
There is one person in Dudley's impression who can master the Fire Curse. He is the real master of the Fire Curse.
Unfortunately, Dudley couldn't guarantee that the other party would be willing to teach him.
The next best thing is that Professor Moody is the most suitable candidate.
"The eternal magic flame? Very good, boy, you asked the right person."
As Dudley expected, Moody agreed easily.
"I have fought against dark wizards who used the Fire Curse many times, and I have some experience with this curse."
"Originally I shouldn't have taught you such a dangerous magic, but now that you have become a Hogwarts warrior, you might face this curse in the near future."
"Then be prepared to receive the devil's special training. I can teach you on the first night of every weekend."
Moody took a sip from the kettle with turbid liquid on his waist, and a unique scent of potion penetrated Dudley's nose.
Ah, the smell of Polyjuice Potion.
Moody, who was on crutches, hadn't gone very far when he suddenly turned his head and said, "By the way, call Harry when you get here. As both a Hogwarts warrior, I think he should also learn some techniques to deal with dark wizards." "
This last sentence is the key point.
On Saturday, after completing the required morning exercises, Dudley and Harry arrived at Moody's professor's dormitory early.
Compared with Dumbledore's principal's office, Moody's dormitory is much smaller. The room is very simple. It is not like Lockhart who hangs his portrait all over the room, nor is it like Quirrell who would hang up his portrait in his own dormitory. Grow a bunch of garlic, not like Lupine and keep dangerous dark creatures in your room.
Apart from a few hanging clothes, there were only a few things such as a crucible, a teapot and a few teacups.
But the most eye-catching thing is the huge iron box placed next to the bed.
There is a big lock on it, it's mysterious, and I don't know what's inside.
"Very good, it seems that you attach great importance to this study."
As soon as Dudley entered the room, his eyes lingered on the big box intentionally or unintentionally. He first shouted at the two of them and successfully attracted Dudley's attention. After taking a sip of the water bottle he carried with him, he waved to the two of them to come to him: "What are you waiting for? Come here, come to my side."
Looking at the two students who were a head taller than him, Moody silently stepped back a few steps so that he didn't have to raise his head to talk to them, and then continued to speak.
"I think you all should have heard the incantation of the Fire Curse before coming to me, but I will repeat it here."
"Fiendfyre! (The incantation of Fiendfyre is not Fiendfyre. The Chinese version of the incantation is unknown, but the English version actually means Fiendfyre.) This is the incantation of Fiendfyre."
"Remember, then release it in front of me now."
As he spoke, Moody took another sip of water: "Come one by one, first. Harry, come first."
"Release? Here?"
Harry was obviously taken aback after hearing Moody's words.
This is a powerful fire spell, not a clear spring like water. Are you afraid of setting the castle on fire if you put it 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."
Stretch out your little finger and pinch it with your thumb.
Although Lihuo claims to burn nothing, in fact air cannot be its combustion aid, which means that it cannot burn along the air.
"I don't even have to use a wand, I can kill it with my breath."
It’s true that you study hard, make fast progress, and have strong talents, but as a black magic beginner, can you still make great achievements?
Moody didn't think so, as black magic was his favorite method.
Just like what Moody said in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even if the little wizards in the class cast a death curse on him, he would only get a little nosebleed at most.
He was very confident in himself, and very confident in Dudley and Harry.
Can students be better than professors?
"But."
Dudley remained silent, but Harry wanted to explain something, but unfortunately he was interrupted by Moody as soon as he opened his mouth.
"No but, I said release him here."
Seeing Moody's resolute attitude, Harry could only say helplessly.
"All right."
Take out your wand and point the tip of the wand toward the ceiling, where there will be minimal clutter.
"Fiendfyre!"
Harry recited the Fire Curse, and as soon as he finished speaking, crimson flames the size of his fist spurted out from the tip of the wand. The flames jumped three feet high and hit the ceiling hard, instantly igniting it.
The Fire Curse burns everything. Even non-flammable things can become combustion aids. The moment they touch the ceiling, they spread extremely quickly. Soon they are burning along the ceiling towards the desk near the wall. Go and have the attitude of burning the room clean in one breath.
The fire spread too fast
Moody, who had originally planned to guide Harry well, was stunned when he saw this situation, and quickly took out his wand and pointed it at the spreading fire.
"The curse stops immediately!"
Unfortunately, this curse can only delay the spread of the severe fire, but cannot eliminate the threat of the severe fire curse.
But as long as it could be delayed, it was enough, and Moody released the curse again.
"The flames will die out!"
(End of chapter)
