Chapter 372 The Unforgivable Curse (Modified, Thanks to Huan Yu)

Unlike the Gryffindors who were eagerly looking forward to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the Ravenclaw students were very peaceful.

The only thing they need to worry about is that Professor Moody will find trouble with Allen because of Allen's original actions.

When the class bell was about to ring, the little wizards of Ravenclaw were already in place. They waited with their respective copies of The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense, and the atmosphere was extraordinarily solemn.

Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps coming down the corridor. He came into the classroom, looking as eccentric and scary as ever. They could just see his clawed wooden foot protruding from under his robes.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, walking to the edge of the podium with crutches, and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them."

The students put the books in their schoolbags and exchanged glances with each other.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, brushing his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll the roll. His normal eye moved down the list, and the magic eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered.

"Alan Harris," he growled gruffly.

"Yes." Allen stood up unhurriedly and answered.

Moody's magic eyes stopped turning all of a sudden, focusing on Allen. That unblinking look is more terrifying than when it is spinning wildly.

The classroom was extremely quiet.

Allen stood patiently for a long time, and found that Moody was staring at him like a wax figure, and felt strangely in his heart that he was punished to stand.

"Professor Moody, my mother and sister both worked at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. Do you need to reserve a high-level bed for you?" Allen smiled, his tone extremely polite. "Or, are you under too much mental stress? Do you want me to convene a general meeting of shareholders and apply to the Ministry of Magic for a free diagnosis of your mental condition."

With a puff, Michael couldn't help laughing out loud.

Allen's words seemed to break the spell, and the extremely quiet and oppressive atmosphere of the entire classroom disappeared.

Moody's magic eye turned again, staring at those students who were laughing.

He coughed, and finally gave up the idea of ​​using the roll call to find trouble. Moody continued to roll the roll, but the hand holding the wand under the table was bruised.

"Okay," he said when the last student finished answering, "For the smart Ravenclaw, you should have mastered a lot of basic knowledge about how to deal with black magic animals. According to Professor Lupine, You learned to deal with Boggarts, Red Hoods, Hincklepunks, Grindylows, Kabbahs, and Werewolves."

"But you haven't learned enough—not enough," said Moody, "how to deal with spells. So I'm going to give you a taste of what it's really like among wizards. I've got a year to teach you how to deal with spells." Against the Dark Demon—”

Immediately there was a commotion under the podium.

Moody's big rough hand "bang" to the podium. Because of the restrained anger, his scarred face looked even more twisted and weird.

"Accordingly, you are not in the sixth grade. I shouldn't tell you what the illegal black magic looks like, because you are still young and can't handle this set of things. But Professor Dumbledore praised you a lot courage, he thinks you can deal with it, and it seems to me that the sooner you know what you're dealing with, the better. How can you protect yourself against something you've never seen? A wizard will give You cast an illegal spell, and he won't tell you his intentions. He won't spell it to you frankly, fairly, and politely. You have to be prepared and vigilant."

Moody stood up with difficulty on his prosthetic leg, opened the drawer of the lectern, and took out a glass bottle. Three big black spiders crawled inside.

Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and held it in his outstretched palm for all to see. Then he pointed his wand at it and murmured, "Out of body!"

There was a moment of restlessness under the podium,

Even the learned Ravenclaw knows the meaning of this spell.

Moody instructed the spider to make flips, fly into the air and even tap dance, but none of the Ravenclaws in the audience laughed.

They didn't expect that what Professor Moody demonstrated in the first class turned out to be the black magic that can be regarded as the Unforgivable Curse once it is used on people.

"Totally under my control," Moody whispered—

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I will teach you the method, but it requires a strong personality, and not everyone can master it. You'd better avoid being hit by it as much as possible. Be vigilant at all times!" He Suddenly he yelled, startling everyone.

He turned his back on the class, took out the second spider from the glass bottle, and placed it on the podium.

He zoomed in on the spider, "Crusato."

The spider's legs were all retracted, clinging to its body. It turned over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently, shaking from side to side.

Moody looked up and scanned the class, his eyes lingering on the calm face of Allen for a few seconds.

Moody's slanted mouth twitched again, showing a slight smile. "Now, the last and most powerful spell remains. Avada Kedavra...Killing Curse."

"Avada Kedavra!" roared Moody.

A blinding green light blinded one's eyes, and there was a chaotic sound, 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. No scars, but no doubt dead.

The Ravenclaws were a little disturbed, not because of the killing of spiders-in fact, these Hogwarts aliens often hurt the lives of some small animals because of their experiments, although they would not use this For fun, but obviously there will not be too much psychological burden-it is just a little hard for them to imagine the next course they will face next, should they cast killing curses on each other?

Allen also showed surprise on his face. Just now, when the wand in his hand became hot, there was a strange movement.

He took out his wand, and found that the wand had grown automatically at some point, and the spider's soul was immediately imprisoned in it as soon as it left its body.

"The Avada Kedavra requires a lot of magical power to base it on - you can all get your wands out, point them at me, and say this incantation, and I doubt I'll end up with a nosebleed at best. But that's okay. I'm here to teach you how to chant spells." Moody's expression was a little smug, but suddenly he froze, and the eyes of the whole class turned to the lifeless spider on the table.

The spider, which had lost its soul, disintegrated into pieces in front of everyone's eyes, and rotted and crumbled, turning into dust.

"The curse of Avada eating the big melon still has this effect?" Michael asked in surprise.

None of the young wizards here have actually seen the Avada Kedavra, but the description in the book does not have such a phenomenon.

Even Moody was stunned for a moment in surprise. He looked at Alan for a moment, and his intuition told him that what happened to the spider must have something to do with Alan—this also reminded him of what he boasted just now, if Alan used the Avada Kedavra on him Obviously, it won't be a nosebleed...