Chapter 451 Soul-Stealing Curse

Tuesday, first floor of the castle.

In the morning, the little wizard who has not yet woken up is running rampant in the corridor with half-closed eyes. Occasionally he will bump into an empty movable armor. A jingling bell will wake up the ghost inside. The little wizard will be suddenly poked out by severed limbs or limbs. It was the other stump that startled him, and he suddenly became alert from his dazed state.

There were also little wizards who bumped into the magic portraits on the wall, disturbing the sleeping figures in the frames, and were yelled at. The little wizards had to apologize hurriedly, swinging their legs and running away.

A few unlucky little wizards will encounter difficult ghosts or portraits, and they will be entangled all the way, and the curses will not stop even after entering the auditorium.

The stairs leading from the common rooms of each house to the auditorium are filled with freshmen who have not yet fully figured out their way, or who have one leg stuck in the empty step and are anxiously trying to get out. Some of them are in the first period of Potions or Transfiguration. The little witch had tears in her eyes and was about to cry:

Or standing at the corner of the stairs and looking at the ever-changing stone stairs, hesitant to move forward. A smart freshman wanted to follow his senior, but found that the same staircase could be cut off in the middle and lead to two different directions.

The little wizards from other grades watched with gusto, especially the second-year wizards who watched with gusto. They commented from time to time, recalling how they were doing last year and how the freshmen were doing this year...

In short, it should be cherished. Generally, the excitement is only seen in the first two weeks of the school year. Later, when the freshmen figure out the route, or the freshmen with flexible minds draw the road map, this kind of excitement will not be seen.

The ancient castle with a history of thousands of years gradually wakes up amidst the clanking of armor, angry shouts and humble apologies, and is filled with vitality and vitality for a new day.

Loren and Hermione came down the spiral staircase together and saw Luna and Rolf gathered under the fountain statue. There were several young wizards beside them. They looked up at the hourglass for scoring house points, with shocked and complicated expressions. .

Justin was holding Rolf's shoulders at this moment: "I can't tell, Rolf, I didn't expect that you would ask a girl for a night out, and the date would be in the Forbidden Forest!"

Ernie MacMillan looked excited: "Tell us what you saw last night and how you were caught by the professor?"

Rolf's cheeks were slightly red, and he looked so ashamed that he wanted to dig a tunnel and escape.

In comparison, Luna's popularity was not very good, and the young wizards in Ravenclaw also valued house points more, and the looks they looked at Luna were not considered friendly.

Qiu Zhang took a deep look at Luna, then pulled a few familiar friends around and left. Marietta Acmo's harsh complaints could still be heard even though they were far away.

Hermione patted Luna's shoulder carefully: "Luna, are you okay?"

"Hermione, Loren, it's you..." Luna said with a relaxed smile, "Good morning!"

Hermione pursed her lips. She didn't know whether the child really didn't feel the malice or didn't care about the malice. She patted the girl on the shoulder and imparted her experience with sincerity:

"Although your points will be severely deducted for traveling in the Forbidden Forest at night, as long as you work hard, you can still earn your points back in a month or two. Except for Professor Snape, those who actively answer questions in class in other subjects will receive an extra five points in each class." If you score ten points, Professor Hagrid will give you the most points. You can..."

"I know that Professor Hagrid wants to continue the Blast-Ended Skrewt project." Luna's voice was pure and ethereal, as if she didn't have a trace of worry. "I like those Blast-Ended Skrewts. They are magical animals that have never been seen in books, just like the horns." Snorlax...Hermione, do you think Professor Hagrid can breed a curved-horned snore..."

"..."

Hermione took a deep breath. She had never believed in the existence of the Snorlax, and her expression was a little uncomfortable.

Loren walked behind with a smile on his face.

Their classes today are very relaxed. The first period is History of Magic where you can sleep, the second period is Charms, and there is only one outdoor herbal class in the afternoon...

In fact, they are having an easy time these days, as various clubs have canceled due to preparations for the competition. Animagus teaching classes have also been canceled due to the shortage of mandrakes. Only some graduates can apply to bring their own mandrakes for study.

Soon it was Thursday again, and in the afternoon there was Defense Against the Dark Arts class, taught by Alastor Moody.

Loren and Hermione got there quite early and chose seats in the third row to sit down.

Because Professor Moody last week left a deep impression on the little wizards, they became much calmer. Most of them arrived at the classroom early. No one dared to hide irrelevant books under the table or bring snacks into the classroom. .

A minute before the bell rang, Professor Moody walked in.

Just like the last time we met, under his thick dark gray hair, his face looked scarred and had the look of an old rotten wood. The missing chunk of flesh on his nose makes him even more ferocious and frightening.

A normal eye like a black bead, and a bright blue magic eye that is surprisingly large. Now the little wizards already know that the magic eye can penetrate walls, boards, and the back of his own head.

Moody put a crutch on the side of the podium unsteadily and glanced around: "As I said in the last class, I always advocate practice in defending against black magic...so in the following classes, I will let you personally To experience the Unforgivable Curse, start with the Imperius Curse."

The little wizard's breathing became clearly audible, and an ominous premonition arose in their hearts. Dean mustered up the courage to ask: "Professor, what does this...mean?"

Moody's blue magic eyes kept turning. When he forced a smile, he affected the scars on his face and pulled the gap on his nose. His whole face was like a piece of squirming meat: "I will take turns to say to each classmate. Spell, let you experience this magic for yourself and stimulate your ability to resist the soul-stealing curse."

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, silently silently, and decided to wait and see.

"But...but you said it was illegal, Professor." One student said.

"That's right."

"Using the Unforgivable Curse on someone is a crime worthy of being imprisoned in Azkaban."

Moody didn't seem to care about their attitude. He waved his wand casually, causing the rows of tables and chairs in the middle of the classroom to move aside, leaving a large open space in front of the podium together with the little wizard sitting on them.

"I have already discussed it with the principal. Dumbledore wants you to experience it." Moody's magic eye turned around in a sinister tone, "If anyone is willing to learn in a more cruel way, such as waiting for others to If you recite this spell, it will completely control you, that's good, I agree, if you can't accept it, you can leave."

The muttering among the young wizards subsided, and out of trust in Principal Dumbledore, no one raised any objections.

They sat in their seats with nervousness and fear, anxiously awaiting the coming Imperius Curse, with countless complex thoughts surging in their hearts.

Hermione was in disbelief. She shouted in a low voice: "How could Principal Dumbledore agree!"

"Don't think too much, at least Professor Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class can really help us learn something." Loren clapped her hand.

Moody's smile on the stage became even more obvious: "So, the first one, Dean Thomas."

Dean's face turned pale with fright, he stood up tremblingly, came to the podium and said tremblingly: "Teach, professor..."

Moody didn't make any unnecessary moves. He pointed his wand at Dean and said in a rumble: "[Soul Out of Body]"

Dean's trembling movements stopped. Loren and the others were closer and could see clearly. Dean's expression was no longer panicked and became calm and peaceful. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was particularly relaxed.

"He is too nervous. I think healthy exercise can help him relax." Moody said with a smile. "How about walking around the classroom three times in a more relaxed way?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dean started jumping up and down, singing an off-key song.

Such a cheerful and relaxing program failed to relax the little wizards. On the contrary, the sight of the Imperius Curse falling on living people made them feel chills.

Moody waved his wand and eliminated the spell. Dean jumped to the corner and stopped. He squatted down in the corner with his head in his hands, looking terrified.

"See clearly, this is the Imperius Curse. If I want, I can make him jump until his legs are broken until he dies from exhaustion!"

Then Moody began to call on the students to come forward in turn and recite the Imperius Curse to them. Under the influence of the spell, the students made the most abnormal actions one after another. Lavender Brown imitated a squirrel, Neville performed a series of gymnastics moves, and Seamus nearly stuffed himself into a drawer...

The little wizards of Slytherin were still looking at the joke at first, but as more and more Gryffindor students were cursed, they gradually became quiet, and their faces were so gloomy that they seemed to freeze.