Chapter 543 Cruciatus Curse and Neville

Regarding the Avada Kedavra, Fanlin had to admit that this spell was weird and powerful.

In fact, this spell should not be invincible. Every spell has its own strategy to counter it, but as for the fight against Avada's Kedavra, this is destined to be just a theoretical thing.

No one dares to experiment with spells, the mortality rate is ninety-nine percent, and a single hit cannot catch anything, just like the difference between the Unforgivable Curse on animals and humans.

Only constant charging of magic power is the most basic thing.

For example, God.

For these powerful creatures, higher-level battles are basically collisions of energy.

In fact, Moody seems not to pay attention to Fanlin.

When Moody's eyes looked into Harry's eyes, Harry felt himself blushing, and also realized that everyone else was looking at him. Harry stared at the blank blackboard, as if he was attracted by the blackboard, but in fact it was not at all Not looking.

That's how his parents died... Exactly the same as the spider, didn't they leave any traces on their bodies? When they died, did they only see the passing green light and hear the fleeting sound of death? It had been three years since Harry had learned that his parents had been murdered, since he had learned what happened that night.

Harry had imagined their deaths over and over again: how Peter Pettigrew tipped off Voldemort about his parents' whereabouts, how Voldemort discovered them in their cabin, how Voldemort simply killed his father.

How James Potter tried his best to stop Voldemort while yelling at his wife to run away with Harry, and how Voldemort caught up with Lily Potter and told her to hide aside and let him kill Harry, and what about her? Refusing to let go of her son, she begged her to die for Harry, so that before his wand could be pointed at Harry, Voldemort would kill her too...

Moody spoke again, and Harry felt that his voice came from a distant place. He made great efforts to drag himself back to reality and listen to Moody's words.

"Avada Kedavra is a spell that requires powerful magic power. If you all take out your wands and cast the spell on me, I suspect it will only make my nose bleed at most. But that doesn't matter. I am not here to teach you. How to cast a spell."

"Since there is no spell to resist it, why should I demonstrate it to you? Because you must understand what is the most vicious thing. You don't want to be in a situation where you are faced with a curse. Stay vigilant!" He shouted With this sound, the whole class was startled again.

"These three curses - Avada Kedavra, Cruciatus Curse and Soul Imperius Curse are called the three unforgivable curses. Casting any one of these curses on ordinary people is enough to be sentenced to death in Azkban. Then This is what you have to guard against, this is what I want to teach you to fight against. You must be prepared and vigilant, but first, you must always be vigilant, take out your quill, and write down these..."

"Why do they have to be these three?" Fan Lin suddenly said.

"Mr. Fanlin Aier, I think you should remember these firmly instead of making boring inquiries here."

"However, there are still many unforgivable curses," Fanlin said, "and most dark wizards are clearly recorded by the Ministry of Magic. There are roughly more than 10,000 unforgivable curses, classified into Most of the evil, undead, undead, cursed, soul, blood, human body modification, etc., and the most rampant recently, should be regarded as the blood magic of vampires. It seems that this is the current The focus now is not on the three unforgivable curses that have been banned."

All the wizards looked at Fan Lin blankly. They had no idea about this. Moreover, there were so many categories of magic.

"Oh, of course, of course," said Moody, "but those side magics have been lost for hundreds of thousands of years, and that shouldn't bring it down in today's classrooms."

"So, what about the vampires?" Fan Lin said, "Those Quidditch World Cup attackers."

Moody paused slightly.

"To be honest, vampire magic cannot be copied and can only be used by vampires. However, since you are so eager, I will add these confrontations to the course in the future, but now, what you should do is, Five points from Gryffindor for remembering these bad spells."

Moody said seriously.

Fan Lin nodded. He could no longer push Moody.

They spent the rest of the time taking notes on the three unforgivable curses, and no one said anything until the bell rang, Moody dismissed the class, and they left the classroom, a heated discussion ensued. , most people discussed the spell with a cacophony of fear.

"Did you see it twitch?"

"Like this when he kills spiders!"

They discussed the situation in class as if they were discussing something interesting.

Harry didn't find it very interesting, and it seemed that Hermione didn't find it interesting either.

"Hurry up," she said hastily to the remaining three.

Although Hermione is very concerned about Fan Lin's performance in class, but now...

"Aren't you going to the library again?" Ron asked.

"No," Hermione replied curtly, pointing down a path, "Neville."

Neville stood alone on the hillside of the path, staring at the stone wall opposite him with the same horrified expression as when he watched Moody demonstrate the Cruciatus Curse.

"Neville?" Hermione whispered.

Neville turned to look at them.

"Oh, hello?" he said, his voice much higher than usual, "Interesting lesson, isn't it?

I was wondering what to have for dinner, I-I'm hungry, aren't you hungry?"

"Neville, are you all right?" Hermione said. "No, I'm fine." Neville uttered the words, still unnaturally high-pitched, "Interesting dinner-I mean lesson-what to eat?"

Ron cast a surprised look at Harry.

"Neville, what-"

A strange ha ha sound of footsteps came from behind them, and they turned around to see Professor Moody limping towards them.

Fanlin stepped back cautiously, and he stood beside several people.

They all stopped talking and looked at him in awe, but when he spoke, they found that Moody's voice was much lower and softer than they had heard.

"It's okay, kid." He said to Neville, "Come sit in my office, come...

We can have a cup of tea..."

Having tea with Moody made Neville even more scared, and he neither moved nor spoke.

Moody's magic eyes turned to Harry, "Are you okay, Potter?"

"I'm fine." Harry replied almost as if he was electrocuted.

Moody continued, "You must know, maybe a little cruel, but you must know that there is no point in pretending... Well... Come on... Neville, I have some books that you may find interesting." (To be continued)