Chapter 537: Moody's Imperius Curse

In fact, Fanlin wanted to push Hermione more than once.

Uh...that doesn't seem very appropriate

However, this description should be considered very appropriate.

It seems that if Hermione's current mood is...

Well, it’s hard to go on about these topics.

In the days to come, Hermione will naturally work hard for the House Elves Association.

Hermione serves as the president, and Fanlin serves as the vice president.

In fact, Hermione really wanted Fan Lin to be the president. In this case, the influence would be much greater.

However, in terms of level of intention, the responsible Hermione is naturally more suitable.

It worked for several weeks, but it didn't produce any good results.

Everyone was so dismissive of these things that Ron and Harry simply forgot about the badges.

Fan Lin and Hermione always wore them.

Fan Lin naturally has his own troubles.

Unlike Hermione, Moody's identity has remained a mystery until now.

This Moody's disguise was so good that Fan Lin once thought that Moody himself blocked the joint attack of vampires and Voldemort.

But Hogwarts' warning would not deceive Fanlin.

There is no way for magic of unknown nature to escape the capture of the magic circle, unless it is a powerful confusion spell.

Moody had used the Confusion Charm, in front of everyone. It's just that his movements were so fast that no one noticed.

Dumbledore must know that Fan Lin can catch it, and Dumbledore can do it naturally.

However, this should be part of Dumbledore's plan to allow Voldemort to receive Harry's blood and be reborn. This is an essential stage.

Dumbledore must give Voldemort a chance, and at the same time, give himself a chance.

However, Dumbledore seemed unwilling to directly involve himself in this matter.

In addition to asking Fan Lin not to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, Fan Lin only met Dumbledore once, and it was Flamel's message.

Dumbledore was afraid that Fanlin would ruin his plans. He had always been like this.

In Dumbledore's eyes, what is difficult to control is naturally dangerous.

Fanlin is like this, difficult to control, so naturally it's better not to use it too much.

Fan Lin can understand Dumbledore's behavior and strong desire to control.

In fact, no one likes uncontrollable factors, which represents instability, and this is the situation in Dumbledore's eyes.

In the next period of time, Hermione was busy working for the Society for the Advancement of House Elves, also known as S.P.E.W. Fan Lin also helped and successfully attracted several of his admirers to join the society.

However, this situation is still far from satisfactory.

In the rest of the time, Fan Lin basically spent his time preparing.

He had to enrich himself. This was Voldemort after his resurrection. He had to use some powerful spells. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to escape.

This made him see a little more clearly.

His own joining is a variable in itself, but he has already integrated into it. In other words, if he does nothing, things will easily collapse and move in a bad direction.

Strictly speaking, Sirius's escape from prison is the best proof.

Ron was controlled by the Imperius Curse, as well as Avada's Kedavra, which kills people.

As for the others, Harry was having a good time. Snape was used to trouble with him anyway, not to mention that now he had something to look forward to.

Three witches fighting competition?

He can also play Quidditch with Ron, which is undoubtedly a very relaxing time.

Moody's lessons tended to be more toned down, and his first day of Defense Against the Dark Arts was so impressive that no one was distracted from his class at all.

The 360-degree magic eye observation with no blind spots is no joke.

However, it was only right to try to relax. After that, Moody's teachings were all about black magic.

To be honest, Fan Lin has mastered a lot of black magic, but the black magic taught by Moody still gave him a refreshing feeling.

Especially the experience of being a witcher, dealing with vampires.

Absolute light and heat...

Fan Lin had been thinking about how to control blood before this. This was his advantage, control over water.

But what surprised them today was Professor Moody's announcement that he would take turns casting the Imperius Curse on them to demonstrate its power and test whether they could resist its effects.

It looked like the fox's tail was finally showing, perhaps as part of Moody's plan to control Harry, or whoever.

However, such a plan is undoubtedly a bad idea.

The power of Voldemort's soul allowed Harry to successfully resist many of these types of spells, at least against others.

"But - you said it was illegal, Professor." Hermione said hesitantly. Moody had waved his wand and cleared the desks, leaving a large space in the middle of the room.

"You said - casting a spell on someone is -"

"Dumbledore wants you to learn by experiencing it firsthand," Moody said, turning his magic eye to Hermione, staring at her strangely and unblinkingly.

"If you'd rather learn it the painful way - by having someone cast a spell on you so that they can completely manipulate you - you can go, and I don't care."

His scarred hand pointed towards the classroom door, and Hermione blushed, knowing that Hermione would rather drink Bujubospur than miss such an important lesson.

"It's okay, remember what I taught you..."

"But I haven't learned it yet. It's been so bad lately..." Hermione responded softly.

She suddenly felt that she had no talent. Fanlin taught her structure and Occlumency, and Hermione has not completed it yet.

"Relax." Fan Lin said, and then he turned his attention to Moody. He wanted to see what tricks this fake Moody was going to play.

Moody began to call the students forward one by one and cast the Imperius Curse on them. Harry watched his classmates make the strangest movements one by one under the influence of the spell. Dean Thomas hopped around the room. Three times, while the national anthem was being sung, Levenden Brown imitated a sparrow, and Neville performed a set of astonishing gymnastics that, in his normal state, he was obviously unable to do.

Not all of them were able to resist the spell, and each returned to normal only when Moody lifted the spell.

"Potter!" Moody yelled, "You're next."

Harry stepped forward and stood in the open space where Moody had removed the table. Moody raised his wand, pointed at Harry and said, "Imperio!"

This was the most amazing feeling. Harry felt like he was about to fly. All the thoughts and worries in his heart were gently brushed away, leaving only vague and traceless happiness. He stood there, feeling very relaxed. He just vaguely knew that everyone was looking at him.

Then he heard Moody's voice, echoing in his empty mind, "Jump on the table...jump on the table..."

Harry bent his knees submissively and prepared to jump.

"Jump on the table..."

"But, why jump?" Another voice came from behind his head, reminding him, "That is really stupid." The voice said.

"Jump on the table..."

"No, I don't want to jump," said another voice, more determined...

"No, I really don't want to..."

"Jump! Jump now!"

Next, Harry felt a great deal of pain, a mixture of thoughts of jumping and trying to stop him from jumping, which resulted in him rushing towards the table, knocking it over, and the pain in his legs, which he knew hurt both of them. knee.

"Ah, that's a bit impressive," Moody shouted, and suddenly Harry found that the empty, echoing feeling in his head disappeared. He knew exactly what had just happened, and the pain in his knee seemed to intensify.

"

You see,...Potter resisted...resisted the spell, he almost won, let's try again, Potter, the rest of the attention - look in his eyes, that's where you should look - good , Potter, great, the spell won't manipulate you that easily! "

In fact, Moody cast the Imperius Curse on Harry four times. This was a demonstration and Moody's attempt.

He wanted to plant a seed in Harry's heart, a seed that was easy to control.

However, in order to do so, Voldemort's thoughts must be driven away.

This is simply impossible. Unless Voldemort himself, no one can completely separate the two souls.

"Then, next one," Moody looked at his roll call and seemed to be very satisfied with Harry's performance.

"Fanlin El..." Moody called.

"Here you go, professor." Fan Lin nodded.

"This won't work, Dumbledore said, your current body..."

"It's okay, I won't use magic to attack..." Moody said quickly, "Besides, I asked Dumbledore."

Moody said quickly, "Dumbledore thinks we need to give you some reinforcement..."

"Of course, Professor." Fanlin said, and he put the wand Dumbledore gave him into Hermione's hand.

"I don't think you will hurt me, Professor." Fan Lin said.

Moody's eyes were a little strange. He stared at Fan Lin, looking a little strange.

"You bear..."

"The professor will make a judgment..." Fan Lin whispered, "Trust me..."

It seemed to surprise everyone, including Moody.

Fanlin's friends were wondering why Dumbledore would let someone cast the Unforgivable Curse on Fanlin, while others were looking forward to it.

"The best little wizard at Hogwarts versus the strongest righteous master"

This is definitely enough to be the headline of the Daily Prophet. It can be said that Fanlin's influence on the newspaper is unprecedented.

Moody seemed a little dazed, but it was only for a moment.

His body took two steps back, looking very clumsy.

The wooden prosthetic leg made two crisp knocks on the floor, and then Moody raised his wand.

"Ready?"

Fan Lin nodded, his body contracted slightly.

"Imperio!" (To be continued)