Chapter 542: Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts

Thanks to word of mouth from the upperclassmen, the fourth-year students in Gryffindor eagerly awaited Moody's first class, arriving early after lunch before the bell rang and lining up outside the classroom.

The only one not present was Hermione, who had just arrived for class.

"I am here……"

Hermione was dressed roughly, and Fanlin held her up with a hand.

"Library." Harry finished for her, "Hurry up, or we won't have a good seat."

They hurriedly sat down on the four chairs in front of the podium, took out the "Guide to Defense against Evil Forces", and waited extraordinarily quietly.

Fan Lin is looking forward to what this parallel import will bring to them.

dark magic? Or is it the Unforgivable Curse?

Soon, they heard Mudit's clattering footsteps coming from the corridor.

Moody limped into the classroom. He still felt as strange and scary as ever.

All they could see was his clawed wooden feet sticking out from under his robes.

"You can take those things." He roared, walked to the podium and sat down, "You won't use those books."

Everyone obediently put these books into their schoolbags. In fact, whenever the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor said this, the class would be much more interesting.

They put the books back in their bags and Ron looked excited.

Moody took out the registration book, pulled out the long gray mane from his twisted and scarred face, and began to roll the names. His normal eyes gradually scanned down the list, while his magic eye moved, Keep an eye on every student who should arrive.

"Okay." When the last person arrived and showed his presence, he said, "I got a letter about this class from Professor Lupine and Professor Black respectively. It seems that you have some ideas on how to deal with evil things. A solid foundation - you've learned about Boggarts, Red Riding Hoods, Ginkgo Punks, Grindy Rows, Caps, and Verves, right?"

Most of the students agreed with his words.

"But you are behind, very behind, in dealing with spells," Moody said. "So I want you to understand how wizards can interact with each other, and I have a year to teach you how to deal with black—"

"What, aren't you going to stay?" Ron blurted out.

Moody's magic eye turned to stare at Ron. Ron looked scared, but Moody smiled after a while. This was the first time Harry saw him smile, which made the scarred face look distorted. Much more, however, and it was always a relief to know that he would smile as a friendly gesture, and Ron seemed much more relaxed.

"You should be Arthur Weasley's son, right?" Moody said, "Your father helped me out of trouble a few days ago... Yes, I will only stay for one year, thanks to Dumbledore's wrong love... one year , and then go back to retire quietly.”

His laugh was hoarse, and his veiny hand tapped.

"Therefore, start casting spells directly. They come in various forms and are infinitely powerful. In accordance with the instructions of the Ministry of Magic, I will teach you anti-dark witchcraft techniques, and then until you reach sixth grade, I will let you see illegal spells." What does the dark magic spell look like, but Professor Dumbledore thinks very highly of you and thinks you can handle it well. My opinion is that the sooner you know what you are guarding against, the better, but how do you protect yourself and guard against those who never What about things you haven't seen before? The wizard who wants to cast a curse on you will not tell you his actions. He will not cast a spell on you in a friendly and polite manner in front of you. You must be on guard. Be careful, Miss Brown, and put that thing away while I lecture."

Lewenden was startled and blushed. She had just shown the horoscope chart she had just completed to Pwight under the table. Moody's magic eye could not only see through her head, but also see through the wood.

"So, do any of you know which spells are most severely punished by witchcraft laws?"

Several hands were raised one after another, including Ron's and Hermione's, and Moody pointed at Ron, but his magic eye was still fixed on Levindon.

"Hmm." Ron said tentatively, "My father told me that there is... Is it called the Imperius Curse, or what does it come from?"

"Ah, that's right." Moody praised him and said, "Your dad should know that. The soul-stealing spell has caused a lot of trouble for the ministry for a while."

Fan Lin frowned, this was definitely not what Dumbledore meant.

It looked as if Moody was planning to cast the Unforgivable Curse in class. Although according to the original Moody, there is nothing wrong with doing this, it should not exist in the classroom.

Let’s not talk about whether it violates the rules of the Ministry of Magic.

Hogwarts is not Durmstrang. Hogwarts cannot afford the appearance of a second Voldemort...

Moody's magic eye was definitely not staring at Brown. Fanlin could feel something looking at him, and it seemed that he didn't have a complete grasp.

As far as Fan Lin knows, Moody's Magic Eye is a very clever alchemical product that perfectly integrates with the human body, which is rare in the circle of alchemists, and it also has very powerful effects.

Clairvoyance, and Legilimency.

Moody's asymmetrical feet struggled to support him, his face was trembling a little, his tongue was slightly sticking out, and he looked very excited.

Moody stood up. He opened the drawer and took out a glass jar. There were three huge giant spiders in it. Ron shrank slightly beside him - Ron hates spiders. This is something everyone knows, Ron. En has already shown it when facing Boggart.

Moody reached into the jar, grabbed a spider, and held it in his palm so that all the students could see it.

"Now, what do you want him to do?"

Moody asked, his tone a little expectant, then he pointed his wand at it and said, "Imperio!"

A subtle ray of light penetrated the spider's body, and Fan Lin observed that the spider's body expanded slightly.

This spell will not bring about such changes when it acts on the human body.

Under the control of the wand, the spider jumped out of Moody's hand and began to swing forward and back like a high swing. It stretched out its legs stiffly and flipped back. The thread broke and the spider fell to the table. It began to resemble a wheel. Still spinning in circles.

Moody flicked his wand and the spider reared up on its two feet, no doubt doing a kick dance.

Everyone burst out laughing.

Moody waved his wand again, and the spider rose into the air.

It started to fall on the students constantly, such as Ron's desktop, Neville's clothes, the back of Brown's hand, and finally Finnigan...well, Finnigan took a book and knocked the spider away. go out.

Everyone laughed very happily.

"So what?" Moody's wand flicked, and the spider was stuck on the window in a large glyph shape.

"Or is it like this?" The spider landed on the edge of the bucket.

His limbs were trembling constantly, as if he wanted to firmly grasp the edge of the bucket.

But under Moody's control, the spider's only survival instinct doesn't work very well.

Everyone laughed a little reluctantly.

"Do you think it's funny?" he growled, "Would you be happy if I cast a spell on you?"

The laughter stopped immediately.

"Leave it at my mercy," Modi said calmly, as the spider curled up into a ball and rolled around. "I can let it jump out of the window, drown itself, or throw it into your throat..."

Ron couldn't help but tremble.

"A few years ago, many wizards and wizards reported being controlled by soul-stealing spells," Moody said.

Harry knew that he was talking about the time when Barty Crouch was in power. To be precise, it was Voldemort's world at that time.

"One of the jobs of the ministry is to try to distinguish who is passive and who is active."

One of Moody's eyes was fixed on Harry, and the other magic eye was doing the same, and he unconsciously focused on the past.

"The soul-out-of-body spell can be broken. I will teach you how to break it, but it requires strong willpower. Not everyone has this willpower. If you can, it's best to avoid it and stay vigilant!" He He roared and everyone was startled.

Moody lifted the acrobatic spider and tossed it back into the jar. "Does anyone else know any illegal spells?"

Hermione raised her hand again, and to Harry's surprise Neville raised his hand as well. He usually only raised his hand during Arithmancy lessons, where he was best at it.

Even Neville was surprised by his audacity.

"What is it?" Moody's evil eyes turned to Neville. "There is one, called the Cruciatus Curse." Neville's voice was small but clear.

Moody's eyes were fixed on Neville this time.

"Is your name Longbottom?" He lowered his magic eyes and looked at the registration book.

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody didn't ask any more questions and turned to the class. He took another spider out of the jar and placed it on the table. The spider was obviously too scared to move.

"The Cruciatus Spell," Modi said, "it needs something bigger so you can understand it." He pointed his wand at the spider and said, "Engorgio (Grow Big Quickly)!"

The spider quickly swelled and became larger than a tarantula. Ron no longer concealed his fear and pulled his chair as far away from Moody's table as possible.

Moody waved his wand again, pointed at the spider and said, "Grucio!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spider bent its legs towards itself. It rolled, twisted violently, and swayed from side to side. It didn't make any sound, but Harry was sure that if it could make a sound, it would scream loudly. Moody waved his With the wand, the spider began to tremble and move.

"Stop!" Hermione screamed. Fanlin looked at her in surprise. She was not looking at the spider, but at Neville.

Fan Lin followed her gaze and found Neville's clenched fists on the table in front of him, his knuckles were white, his eyes widened and he looked frightened.

Moody raised his wand. The spider's legs slackened, but it continued to twist.

"Reducio." Moody muttered, and the spider returned to its original shape and was returned to the jar.

"Pain," Modi said softly, "if you could cast the Cruciatus Curse, you wouldn't need a finger-grip or a knife to torture people... This curse was also abused at one time."

"Okay, does anyone know any other spells?"

Harry looked around. From the expressions on everyone's faces, he guessed that they all wanted to know what would happen to the last spider. When Hermione raised her hand for the third time, her hand shook slightly.

"What is it?" Moody said, looking at her.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Fan Lin recited the spell first. In his opinion, this kind of thing should not be left to Hermione.

Several people, including Ron, looked at Fan Lin uneasily.

"Ah, yes," Modi said, a smile twisting the missing side of his mouth, "Yes, the last and most vicious curse, Avada Kedavra...the curse of death."

"I don't think this spell should be displayed in front of everyone, Professor Moody." Fan Lin frowned, and the fake Moody's boldness exceeded expectations.

"Mr. Fanlin Al," Moody said, "not every little wizard can fight against the dark wizard like you. They should understand the dark wizard's methods, the most terrifying methods."

Moody said, and he had no intention of stopping.

Fan Lin clenched his fist slightly, and Hermione looked at Fan Lin anxiously.

Moody reached into the can.

As if aware of its doom, the third spider crawled frantically around the bottom of the jar, trying to avoid Moody's hand.

But in the end, Moody caught the spider and put it on the table. The spider was on the wooden table. Moody raised his wand, and Harry felt a sudden omen.

"Avada Kedavra!" shouted Moody.

A dazzling green light flashed, followed by a loud noise, as if there was an invisible giant roaring in the air. At the same time, the spider turned over. There was no sign, but it was obviously dead. Several girls suppressed their screams. With a loud sound, the spider slid towards Ron, who fell backwards and almost overturned the chair.

Moody swept the dead spider to the ground.

"It's poisonous enough," he said calmly. "It's hard to bear. There is no counter-spell. Nothing can stop this spell. The only person known to have escaped the death spell is sitting in front of me."

Unlike everyone else, Fanlin's expression could tell that he was shocked.

If someone can observe Fan Lin's eyes, they will definitely see that Fan Lin's eyes have completely turned blue.

He originally wanted to get the spider away, but Moody reacted in a flash and stopped him.

That kind of magic was very sticky, but it seemed like there was some kind of magic. Fan Lin couldn't even remember that he had encountered it there.

He hasn't fully recovered yet. It will take at least a month. Before that, he can't do anything.

Fan Lin tried his best to calm down, but it only happened for a moment. Apart from him and Moody, only Hermione beside him felt a little cold.

However, Hermione was more shocked.

The impact of Avada Kedavra is really great. For the little wizards, it is the first time for everyone to come into contact with this spell.

Ron had used it unconsciously, but Ron's magic was too weak, and it was impossible to create Moody's momentum.

It was just like what Harry remembered, such a pale green light, a terrible thing.

In an instant, all the bad things rushed into his mind, like a nightmare. Harry even had an illusion, the pain in his forehead, as if Voldemort was standing in front of him.

That terrible person, that hateful face. (To be continued)