Chapter 116 The Death God (Updated)

Soon, Schelling's first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson came on Thursday. This class was taught by Slytherin and Gryffindor together.

The little wizards were in high spirits and were looking forward to Moody's class. This was the first time in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in recent years. The atmosphere in the classroom was extremely quiet, and everyone took out their own copies of "Dark Power: Self-Defense Guide" and waited.

Soon, they heard Moody's distinctive thumping footsteps coming down the corridor. He walked into the classroom looking weird and scary as usual. The little wizards could just see his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

"Put these things away." He said gruffly, leaning on crutches as he walked to the podium with difficulty and sat down. "You don't need these textbooks. I won't use these things in my class. Take them." Get out your wands."

The little wizards put their books into their schoolbags, and all of them looked particularly excited. According to past experience, taking out the magic wand means that this class will be very interesting.

After a few seconds, Moody took out the roster, shook his long gray head away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to call names. His normal eyes moved down the list, and his magical eyes kept turning around, staring at each student who responded.

When he read Draco's name, he paused obviously. The eyes of the young wizards were all focused on Draco. In the past few days, the conflict between Draco and Moody had spread throughout the school. .

Draco shrugged nonchalantly and raised his hand in response to the roll call.

"Okay!" When the last student finished answering, he said, "I received a letter from your former teacher and I know something about your current progress. It seems that you have mastered a lot about how to deal with dark magic animals. Less basic knowledge - you have learned how to deal with boggarts, red hats, hinkpunks, grindylows and kaba, and also learned relevant knowledge about vampires and werewolves, but you have not learned enough about how to deal with spells. "It's not enough. You haven't seen real black magic. This is the most important thing."

"So...does any of you know which spells are subject to the most severe penalties under wizarding law?"

No one in the class answered, even Hermione, who was usually the most active in answering questions, chose to remain silent. The little wizards focused their attention on Schelling, hoping that he could answer this question.

"Little Malfoy, you answer!" Moody said. After confirming that no one answered, he called Sherrin's name directly.

"Professor, the Ministry of Magic prohibits wizards from using many spells. There are probably tens of thousands of legal documents that have survived and are still being enforced, involving tens of thousands of spells." Schelling replied, "But the most famous It must be black magic - such as the magic of summoning the undead, such as the curse magic of the spiritual system, and the magic of blood transformation of the body, and..."

"In addition, the Ministry of Magic also has very strict management of space magic, such as the Traceless Stretch Spell that can expand the internal space, and the Portkey Spell that can teleport people to distant places..."

There was silence in the classroom. Everyone looked at Xie Lin in surprise, his mouth opened wide enough to swallow an egg.

They seemed to have just realized that Schelling knew so much. In the past, they only knew that Xie Lin was very powerful, but no one had a clear idea of ​​how strong it was and how powerful it was.

Except for the closest people in Slytherin, most young wizards generally believed that he could at most compete with the seniors who were one or two years older than him, but he was by no means a match for the seventh graders. But looking at Xie Lin's performance today, saying so many black magic that no one had ever heard of, all the little wizards in the classroom took a breath and looked at Xie Lin in disbelief.

"Tch, grandstanding," Ron whispered, "In terms of erudition, I don't believe Hermione is worse than him..."

Hermione looked at Xie Lin with a very complicated expression. She didn't know when she started, but she had given up the idea of ​​competing with Xie Lin. The speed of this young man's progress was neither scientific nor magical.

He has rich knowledge and exquisite skills, and his use of magic is even more original and wonderful. The most outrageous thing is that he does not look like a nerd at all. Although he does not participate in sports activities, he participates in academic societies. Two, and they still have spare time to organize magic exchange meetings, publish academic papers, establish alchemy workshops, and speak for international organizations...

With so many achievements concentrated in one person, Hermione believed that even if she had a time turner, she would never be able to catch up with him.

Moody was also very surprised when he heard Schelling talking endlessly.

None of what Schelling said was the answer he wanted, but it was not wrong. He knew that he had to stop the other party. If Schelling was allowed to continue speaking, he could give a whole class. Not to mention the demonstration of black magic, everyone would probably walk out in a daze. Finally, Moody interrupted Schelling and awarded Slytherin ten points for his outstanding performance.

"What Mr. Malfoy said is very good, but I think your first priority is to understand the three major spells commonly used by dark wizards, which are the so-called Unforgivable Curses." Moody said, "Okay, can anyone tell me the three major unforgivable curses?" What does the forgiveness spell include?”

"Uh, that's right," Ron said tremblingly, "My dad told me something...named the Imperius Curse or something, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Weasley!" Moody said approvingly, "Your father must know that spell. I think the Imperius Curse caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic back then."

He stood up with difficulty on his prosthetic legs, opened the drawer of the podium and took out a glass bottle. Three big black spiders were crawling inside. Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and held it in his open palm for everyone to see. Then he pointed his wand at it and murmured, "Out of Body!"

The spider jumped away from Moody's hand, dangled by a thin thread, and began to swing back and forth as if it were sitting on a high swing. It straightened its legs stiffly, then turned around and turned over, and the filaments were pulled apart. It crashed onto the table and began to do somersaults in circles. Moody flicked his wand, and it stood up on its hind legs and danced a kind of tap dance. Yes, it was a tap dance.

Most of the little wizards laughed.

"You think it's fun, don't you?" Moody asked in a rough voice, "Would you like it if I did it to you?"

The laughter died almost immediately.

"It's under my control," Moody said softly as the spider balled up and started rolling around. "I can make it jump out of the window, or drown itself, or jump into your place. A classmate's throat... The soul-stealing curse can be resisted, and I will teach you how to do it, but it requires strong personality and not everyone can master it. You'd better try to avoid being hit by it. Stay vigilant at all times!" Moody suddenly shouted, startling everyone.

"Does anyone else know what the spells are? Are there two Unforgivable Curses left?"

Next, Neville stood up and said the Cruciatus Curse. Moody demonstrated this spell to everyone again, on the spider.

"Okay...does anyone else know any spells?"

Draco answered, his voice devoid of any emotion, "It's the Death Curse, Professor - the legendary curse that kills with one strike."

"Ah," Moody's eyes were fixed on Draco, "Yes, this is the last and most powerful spell. Avada Kedavra... a spell that is only used for killing."

He put his hand into the glass bottle. As if knowing the impending doom, the third spider crawled around the bottom of the bottle desperately, trying to avoid Moody's fingers, but he still caught it and placed it on the podium. .

"Avada Kedavra!" Moody roared.

A dazzling green light pierced people's eyes, and at the same time there was a sound of rapid gas flow, as if an invisible giant flew through the air - at the same time, the spider turned over and lay on its back on the table. , there was no scratch on his body, but he was undoubtedly dead. Several students tried hard to hold back the screams they wanted to make; when the spider slid towards Ron, Ron jerked back and almost fell off his seat.

A flash of light flashed in Xie Lin's eyes, he just saw -

Just when Moody recited the incantation, just when a whistling sound appeared in the air——

Schelling saw death!

It was a monster that looked like a dementor. The difference was that this monster—whether it was a god of death or something—it was more like an amorphous gas that could fly in the air like a fluid or a cloud. As it passed through the spider like a gust of black wind, Sherlin saw a soul-like energy being harvested and swallowed by it.

Is this the essence of the Death Curse?

Where did the devoured soul energy go in the end?

There are so many unanswered questions about magic in this world!

"It's not pretty," Moody said quietly. "It's unpleasant, and there's no breaking spell, no way to resist it. As far as anyone knows, only one person has escaped this spell, and he's sitting right in front of me. "

Everyone knew that the person he was talking about was Harry. Moody's eyes met Harry's, and Harry felt himself blush. He could feel the entire class turning to look at him.

"Avada Kedavra requires very powerful magical power as its foundation. Even if all of you chant this spell to me at this moment, I suspect that I will only get a little nosebleed at most." Moody said, magic eyes are on everyone A look of panic flashed across his face, "But that doesn't matter. I'm not here to teach you how to use the Death Curse."

"Well, why am I showing you this since there's no breaking the spell? Because you have to understand. You have to be fully aware of what's worst. You don't want to find yourself in the situation you're facing now. Always be alert!" he yelled, startling the class again.

"Okay, these three spells - Avada Kedavra, Imperius Curse, Cruciatus Curse - are collectively known as the Unforgivable Curse. Using any one of them on another human being is enough to be sentenced to life imprisonment. This is what you are going to face. This is what I am going to teach you about. You need to be prepared. But most importantly, you need to be vigilant. Get out a quill...write these down..."

During the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three unforgivable curses.

The classroom was quiet, no one spoke, until the bell rang. When Moody announced that get out of class was over, as soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged like a flood. Most of the students talked about the spells in awe.

"Did you see the way the spider twitched?"

"He killed the spider in one go - it's that simple!"

Draco stopped Sherin who was about to leave the classroom, and Sherin had to signal Daphne to leave first.

"Sherin, you know the Unforgivable Curse, right?" Draco looked at Sherin seriously.

"I know some theories," Sherin shrugged, "but I think it's better not to touch these dark magic. Learning dark magic will only distort our character and eventually become slaves of power. No matter how powerful we are, that person is no longer us, what do you think?"

Draco was silent.

"Okay," Sherin turned around and waved his hand, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." After that, he left neatly, leaving Draco alone there to ponder.