Chapter 187: Different courses

Slytherin's first black magic defense class this semester was quite late. They only started this course after the first class in other colleges.
If according to the characteristics of each college, the students of Slytherin should be most looking forward to this course, their bones are full of desire to fight, so they are full of curiosity about this Auror, and they are equally Is full of expectations.
There are no impenetrable walls in the world, not to mention that the content of the course is not something worthy of secrecy, so they all know the content of Moody's class in advance.
The first and second grades are still step-by-step theoretical courses. For the third and fourth grade students, Moody showed the students an unforgivable spell. The higher grade students also participated in the actual battle with the old Auror, just like It is the same as Professor Lupin's last class last semester.
Of course, the old Auror's methods are even more radical, and Mrs. Pomfrey, who is responsible for the health of the students, complains-since the teacher took office, the number of injured students has increased a lot.
"This is our voluntariness." Many students defended their teachers while grinning and accepting the lady's treatment.
Facts have proved that after the battle-hardened old Auror's identity has been converted into a teacher, he has sufficient personality charm.
What the students revealed, the students of Slytherin are very much looking forward to, and they cannot be forgiven. Even for the Slytherin College, which has the highest percentage of pure blood among its members, most of their wizard parents have not used this. A terrifying magic.
It is a rare opportunity to see it with my own eyes.
Those who have used this magic should now also serve their normal sentences in Azkaban or be in a state of flight.
Even if other students have already said that the crazy-eyed man doesn’t use books in class, they still brought their book,
The Dark Force: A Guide to Self-Defense
, and waited quietly in the classroom.
"It's ironic." Malfoy stared out of the window, waiting for Moody's arrival, feeling a little sad.
"Except for Lu Ping, in these years, should he have the highest level of teaching, should he be the one?" He thought unconsciously.
According to the original trajectory, in the first grade, the teacher of the black magic defense class was enchanted by the Dark Lord, and the second grade was a straw bag. In the third grade, it finally recovered a bit of decline, which is remarkable from all aspects, but Perhaps due to the generous nature, the cruelty of black magic is still not deeply analyzed (maybe because of the consideration and protection of the student's age). In the fifth grade, I encountered a pink toad, and the sixth grade was Snape, (maybe he is proficient in this, but Snape’s teaching results in this subject are not fruitful), the seventh year is a pure Death Eater.
It seems that in these seven years at Hogwarts, the teachers of the third and fourth grades of black magic defense should be regarded as the two highest level, and ironically, one of them is still a loyal The grim Death Eater, another wizard who is not pure, has to say that this is a black humor.
Malfoy closed his eyes at this time and began to meditate. His relationship with this fake "Moody" was not a relationship of thorough cooperation. There was also "competition" with each other.
At least from the analysis of today's situation, both of them urgently need to obtain Voldemort's importance and fight for their future status after Voldemort's resurrection. This means that the two will also have many competitions. Malfoy has anticipated some future possibilities. Moody's troubles.
He may want to prove in this way that he has the upper hand in the battle and that he is the most valuable Death Eater.
The atmosphere in the classroom is very quiet at the moment.
Soon, they heard Moody's distinctive mum's footsteps coming down the corridor. He walked into the classroom, as weird and scary as usual. They could just see his claw-like wooden feet coming out from under the robe.
"Put these things away," he said gruffly, and walked hard to the podium with a cane on his side, and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them."
The students immediately put the books in their bags.
Afterwards, it was still a step-by-step speech. With the transition from Auror to teacher, Moody seemed quite natural. Even if the teaching style was a bit wild, the results cannot be denied.
Moody pulled out the roster, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from the twisted, scarred face, and began to roll call. His normal eyes moved down the list, and the magical eyes kept turning, staring at each responding student.
"Vincent Crabbe."
"Gregory Gore."
The two poor students immediately bumped up from their chairs and sat down again~EbookFREE.me~ Even if they were swept by the man's eyes, they felt cold sweat on their backs.
The disgraceful history of their parents made them look guilty.
...
Pansy Parkinson. Moody paused and looked around for a week. "Pancy Parkinson?" Moody read again, "Oh, absent due to illness. "At this time, his normal eyes seemed to see the back label, shook his head, and then made a circle on the roster.
"Draco Malfoy." His hoarse voice continued to ring.
"Here, Professor Moody." Malfoy.
Moody's magic eyes began to dribbled, and the two eyes briefly intersected for a few seconds. Moody's eyes twitched slightly, and then quickly closed his eyes, as if nothing had happened.
"Okay," he said after Malfoy's answer, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin about the course. It seems that you have mastered how to deal with black magic animals. Less basic knowledge-you have learned to deal with Bogut, Red Hat, Hinkpunk, Grindiro, Kaba and Werewolf, right?
The students murmured their agreement.
"But how to deal with spells, you haven't learned enough--it's not enough," Moody said. "So I'm going to give you a glimpse of the magic between the wizards. I have a year to teach you how to deal with black magic--"
"But before this!" Moody's tone was extremely serious at this moment.
"I have to talk about other issues first." Moody coughed heavily, and the devil's eyes shuddered with uncomfortable nausea.
The students under the desk began to whisper, which was different from those students who had already taken classes.
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