Chapter 446 Defense Against Dark Arts Class

"alright!"

Professor Moody suddenly looked serious: "Introduce yourself, Alastor Moody, a former Auror, dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... I came because Dumbledore asked me to teach, It’s that simple, nothing more.”

"Is there a problem?"

Moody's eyes searched the little wizards, and he forced a smile and continued, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin, introducing the situation of this course. It seems that on how to deal with dark magical animals, You've learned a lot of the basics...you've learned how to deal with boggarts, red hats, hinkpunks, grindylows, Cabba, and werewolves, right?"

"..." The students whispered in agreement.

"But in terms of how to deal with spells, you haven't learned enough, not enough!" Moody clapped his rough hands, "Spells, they have many forms, and their effects are different. You are not in the sixth grade, so it is logical that you should Said, I shouldn't tell you what the illegal Dark Curse looks like. According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, now I should only teach you various breaking spells."

"But in my opinion, the sooner you understand what you are dealing with, the better. If you have never seen something, how can you protect yourself from it?"

"If a wizard wants to recite an illegal spell for you, he will not tell you his plan. He will not recite the spell for you in a frank, fair and polite manner... To defend against black magic, I always advocate more practice. Therefore. , I am going to let you experience what wizards do among themselves."

"You must be ready and alert! You'd better put that thing away while I'm talking, Miss Brown."

Moody's rotating magic eye locked on Lavender's body. Lavender's face turned red and she hurriedly put away the fortune-telling chart hidden under the table.

Moody continued to lecture, but the magic eye was still locked on Lavender: "First of all, can any of you tell me how many types of Unforgivable Curses there are?"

This question shocked the hearts of the little wizards. No one raised their hands for a long time. Even Hermione hesitated: "Three kinds, sir."

Moody turned around and wrote Unforgiven on the blackboard, and then asked in an appreciative tone: "Then why is it called this?"

"Because they are unforgivable, and using any of them will—"

"They will send you directly to Azkaban, that's right." Moody's chalk clicked on the blackboard. "The Ministry of Magic said that you are too young and should not experience such a curse, but I don't think so. I think, as I just said, you must know your opponent, be prepared at all times, and..."

Moody suddenly slowed down and stared at Seamus with his eyes: "Find another place to put the gum instead of sticking it under the desk, Finnigan!"

Loren and others sitting in the front row turned and looked back. Seamus was startled. As he put down his chewing gum, he couldn't help but whisper: "No, this old man has eyes behind his back."

Before he finished speaking, a piece of chalk was thrown directly at him, and Moody shouted in a rough voice: "And it's easy to hear!"

In the silent classroom, Hermione carefully observed what the fake Professor Moody was doing. At least for now, he seemed to be a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, perhaps even better than the previous professor.

Hermione was thinking to herself, and her eyes were unconsciously attracted to the white quill that was constantly shaking under her eyes. Looking sideways, Loren was spinning his brand new quill, which was white and reflective, attracting attention.

"..."

How long has it been since then, and he still has the heart to write?

Hermione held down his restless hand, and the shaking quill fell to the table.

…

On the third floor, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Dumbledore and Snape's room filled with weird gadgets was dark and quiet, with dark curtains covering the windows and only thin light coming in.

They had also been here when the previous owners of the office were here. During those days when Lockhart was here, the walls were covered with photos of Lockhart smiling and studying. When Lupine was here, he often encountered some very strange and new dark magic animals, which were brought by Lupine for the students to study in class. Now there are a lot of strange things in the office. , probably something Moody used when he was an Auror.

There are various detection equipment on the table, mirrors and silverware rotate slowly, occasionally reflecting strange figures.

On the corner of a small table, there was a strange golden antenna, which was suddenly twisted as if it had been broken off, and was making a gentle buzzing sound.

"Alastor's detector will tremble when it detects conspiracy and lies, just like it does now." Dumbledore looked at the antenna with interest and twirled his beard in annoyance, "It seems like there is no way to send someone here." It comes in handy, the kids are making up lies about their unfinished summer homework these days, there are too many distractions.”

Snape's expression was cold: "Have you ever thought that the detector kept ringing because it detected the conspiracy of the fake Mad-Eye?"

"Well..." Dumbledore thought seriously for a moment, "You are right, Severus, it is indeed possible... So, have you found the evidence? Are you sure that Alastor was disguised as Polyjuice Potion? of?"

"Although Morgan is lazy, slow, and always gets things done, he has an excellent mentor..."

Dumbledore glanced sideways for a moment. Severus' tone was calm and his expression was calm. Those who didn't know it thought he was praising someone else.

"...Polyjuice potion is a very classic potion. That night he peeked into my storage room. Although he was well disguised, his magic eyes were always paying attention to the African tree snake skin." Snape finally made a judgment .

"It seems that our friend is eyeing your medicinal ingredients, and he is making long-term plans for his own polyjuice potion." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Snape's forehead twitched a few times. Dumbledore looked at the furnishings in the room, quietly feeling the warning magic attached to various things, and thinking about how to explore this office without touching these magics.

And, find Alastor...

There was something similar to a mirror hanging on the wall opposite, but what it reflected was not the scene in the room. There were many dark figures dangling around inside, but they were all blurry and couldn't be seen clearly.

Suddenly, a figure stuck to the mirror. The blurry and distorted mirror made it difficult to see the facial features. Only the eyes, which had no pupils and were all white, were particularly clear.

Snape was startled and glanced at the principal calmly.

"Oh, magic mirror, I haven't seen it in many years..." Dumbledore smiled easily, "Alastor once told me that if you can see the whites of those figures' eyes clearly, it means you are really in trouble. , then we need to open the box.

Upon hearing this, Snape looked towards the deepest part of the office.

The most conspicuous box in the room is placed under the window there. It is made of wood and covered with white veins like crescent moons and willow branches. The keyholes of seven locks are lined up in a row.

Dumbledore walked to the locked box, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then pointed his wand at the keyhole.

"[Alajo Cave Opens]"

Snape frowned slightly, feeling a little strange. There were several anti-locking spells mixed on the seven keyholes. Even if Potter came with an empty mind, he could see that these iron locks could not be opened by anti-locking spells... …Why did he just do that?

Sparks flashed across the door, a soft click sounded from the lock core, and the first lock opened.

Dumbledore looked back at him and said with a smile: "We are lucky, aren't we?"

Snape looked at him deeply and hummed noncommittally.

Open the box and inside is a pile of spell books.

Dumbledore closed the box, opened the second lock, and opened it again. Inside the box was no longer a spell book, but various broken looking glasses, some parchment, quills, and a silver invisibility cloak.

Snape watched silently as Dumbledore opened the third, fourth, fifth and sixth locks and opened the box. What appeared was different every time. Finally, he unlocked the seventh lock and lifted the lid——

A deep square pit appeared at the bottom of the box, like a basement. About three meters deep, there was a man lying half on the floor, wearing white pajamas.

The real Moody heard the voice and looked up overhead in a daze, as if he was not used to the sudden light. He stretched out his hand to cover it. The other eye was missing, leaving only a dark hole.

"Are you okay, Alastor?" Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

Moody forced an ugly smile and said relaxedly: "I'm sorry, Albus, for causing you trouble."

…

Moody manipulated the spider to hang on the palm of his hand, letting it swing around until it tore off the threads and fell on the desk. Without any pause, the spider began to turn somersaults in circles and dance...

The little wizards had a joking smile at first, but when the spider tore off two of its own limbs, the smiles on their faces froze, and an inexplicable chill arose.

"This is the Imperius Curse. The creature cast by the spell is completely under my control..." Moody said softly, shaking his wand, "I can make it jump out of the window, drown itself, or jump into one of your A classmate’s throat…”

There was silence in the classroom.

"Many years ago, many evil wizards claimed that the reason they obeyed the mysterious man was because of the influence of the Imperius Curse." Moody sneered, "But the question is, how do we know who is lying?"

"The Ministry of Magic was really busy at that time. They couldn't tell who was forced to act and who acted according to their own wishes. Many people escaped justice, including yours..."

"Okay..." Moody shook his head, struggled to stand up with his prosthetic limb, grabbed the spider that somersaulted and broke its leg, and threw it back into the glass bottle: "Does anyone know other unforgivable curses?"

Neville slowly raised his hand: "I know one, sir, the Cruciatus Curse."

Moody's magic eye turned sharply and stared at Neville intently: "Are you Longbottom?"

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody didn't ask anything else. He grabbed a spider again, placed it on his open palm, and used [Quickly Enlarge] to increase the size of the spider so that everyone could see it. .

Under the gaze of all the little wizards, Moody pointed his wand at it and murmured: "[Crushing Bones]"

Immediately, the spider's legs all retracted and clung to the body, and at the same time the body twitched violently. The spider had no vocal organs, but all the little wizards seemed to hear a weak, painful hissing in their ears.

Neville's pupils contracted violently, and the painful memories he had put aside in the past came back again. His consciousness and soul seemed to have left his body and penetrated into the trembling spider...

In the eyes of the little wizards around him, Neville was clutching the table in front of him tightly with both hands. His joints were white and his eyes were wide open, gleaming with fear and anger.

The spider began to tremble all over and twitched more violently. The jointed limbs that were tightly attached to the body seemed to want to cut the body open and then tear off all the thin legs. It wanted to tear itself into pieces, because every inch of its body was suffering unprecedented pain, piercing, crushing, burning... these were not worth mentioning in the face of this brand-new pain.

When Moody dropped the spider back into the bottle, its legs were slack but still twitching.

"Excruciating pain," Moody said softly. "If you can recite the Cruciatus Curse, you don't need to use thumb clamps or knives to torture others... This curse was also very popular at one time."

"Okay, does anyone else know the last spell?"

In the dazed memories of the little wizards, the next scene was a little blurry. Along with the sound of the spell [Avada Kedavra], a dazzling green light pierced people's eyes, and at the same time there was a burst of The chaotic sound was like an invisible giant flying through the air.

The light faded, and the third spider was lying on its back on the table. There were no spots or scars on its body, but all the little wizards knew clearly that its life had completely disappeared and it was dead.

"It's very unpleasant." Moody swept the dead spider from the table to the floor, and glanced at the little wizard with a calm and almost indifferent gaze. "It's very unpleasant, and there is no way to break the spell and there is no way to resist it. As far as I know You know, only one person has escaped this spell, and he is sitting in front of us right now."

"..."

Moody's voice was close to his ears, yet seemed to come from far away. The little wizards took an unprecedented Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and their hearts were greatly touched.

Even though Hermione knew in advance that Moody was pretending to be someone, she was still so shocked that she clenched Loren's arm tightly.

Loren bared his teeth as he recalled the Unforgivable Curse he had just seen. Moody's explanation combined with the information he had read in the past, he barely understood some of the Imperius Curse. If he practiced more, he should be able to gradually master it.

But the Cruciatus Curse is different from the Death Curse. Only with the intention of torture and deprivation of life can the full magic power be exerted.

Loren silently pulled out his arm from the little witch's hand, calculating the possibility of mastering the killing curse.

"The Death Curse requires a very powerful magical power as the basis. You can all take out your wand, point it at me, and recite this spell. I suspect that I will only get a little nosebleed at most..."

Moody said indifferently, but saw Loren in the front row picking up the wand and pointing it at him with great interest. Moody's eyelids twitched a few times, and he subconsciously speeded up his speech: "Then, since there is no way to break the spell, why should I To show you this? Because you have to understand, you have to be fully aware of what is the worst..."

"Always be vigilant!" Moody's sudden yell startled the whole class.