Vol 2 Chapter 542: Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts

Because of word of mouth in the upper grades, Griffindor’s fourth graders eagerly looked forward to Moody’s first class. They arrived early after lunch before the class bell rang and lined up outside the classroom.
The only person not present was Hermione, who happened to be in time for class.
"I'm here……"
Hermione was dressed coarsely, and Fanlin supported her with one hand.
"Library." Harry said for her. "Hurry up, or we won't have a seat."
They hurriedly sat down on the four chairs in front of the podium, took out the "Guide to Defense of Evil Forces," and waited exceptionally quietly.
Fanlin is very much looking forward to what this parallel imports will bring them.
dark magic? Or is it the unforgivable curse?
Soon, they heard Moody's peculiar clattering footsteps coming in from the corridor.
Moody limped into the classroom. He still felt strange and scary as before.
They could only see his claw-only wooden feet protruding from under the robe.
"You can take those things." He roared, walked to the podium and sat down, "Those books, you won't use them."
Everyone obediently put these books in their schoolbags. In fact, whenever the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor said so, then the class must be a lot more interesting.
They put the book back in the bag and Ron looked excited.
Moody took out the registration book, plucked the gray mane on his twisted and scarred face, and began to call the name. His normal eyes gradually scanned down the famous list, while his magic eyes turned. Keep an eye on every student who should arrive.
"Okay." When the last person arrived and indicated that he was present, he said, "I got a letter about this class from Professor Lupin and Professor Black. It seems that you have a good idea of ​​how to deal with evil things. A solid foundation-you have learned Bogutes, Red Riding Hood, Ginkopunks, Grindillo, Capps and Wilover, right?"
Most of the students recognized his words.
"But you are behind, very behind, in dealing with spells." Moody said, "So, I want you to understand how wizards can do each other. I have a year to teach you how to deal with black-"
"What, don't you stay?" Ron blurted out.
Moody’s magic eyes turned to stare at Ron. Ron looked scared, but Moody smiled after a while—the first time Harry saw him smiling, the result was that his scarred face looked distorted. It was even stronger, however, knowing that he would smile as a friendly expression, always a relief, Ron seemed much more relaxed.
"You should be Arthur Weasley's son?" Moody said, "Your dad helped me out of the trouble a few days ago... Yes, I only stayed for one year, thanks to Dumbledore's wrong love... one year , And then go back to live in peace."
His laughter was hoarse, and his hand was patted.
"Therefore, directly start to cast spells. They are diverse in form and powerful. According to the instructions of the Ministry of Magic, I will teach you the skills of anti-dark witchcraft. And then, until the sixth grade, I will let you see illegal. What a black magic spell is like, but Professor Dumbledore has a high evaluation of you and thinks you can handle it. My opinion is that the sooner you know what you are prepared for, the better, but how do you protect yourself and guard against those who What about the things you haven’t seen? The wizard who wants to cast evil spells on you will not tell you his actions. He won’t cast spells on you friendly and politely in front of you. You have to be guarded, you must Be vigilant, Miss Brown, you have to put that thing aside when I lecture."
Levinden was startled and blushed. She just showed Pwright under the table the newly completed star diagram. Moody's magic eyes can not only see through her head, but also through wood.
"So, do you guys know which spells are most severely punished by witchcraft?"
Several hands were raised one after another, including Ron and Hermione. Moody pointed at Ron, but his magic eyes were still staring at Levinden.
"Yeah." Ron said tentatively. "My dad told one... is it called the Imperius Curse or something?"
"Ah, yes." Moody said admiringly. "Your dad should know that. The Imperius Spell has caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry for a while."
Fanlin's brows frowned, which was definitely not what Dumbledore meant.
It seems that Moody's intends to cast the unforgivable curse in class. Although according to the original Moody's, this is understandable, but this should not exist in the classroom.
Let’s not say that the violation does not violate the regulations of the Ministry of Magic.
Hogwarts is not Durmstrand, Hogwarts can't afford to have a second Voldemort...
Moody's magic eyes were definitely not staring at Brown. Fanlin could feel that something was looking at him, and it seemed that he was incomplete.
As far as Fanlin knows, Moody's magic eye is a very clever alchemy product that perfectly blends with the human body, which is rare in alchemists' circles, and it has a very powerful effect.
Perspective, and sensationalism.
Moody's asymmetrical feet supported him strenuously, his face was trembling, and his tongue stretched out slightly, he looked excited.
Moody stood up. He opened the drawer and took out a glass jar. There were three giant giant spiders inside. Ron shrank slightly beside him-Ron hated spiders. This is something everyone knows, Luo En showed it when facing Bogut.
Moody's hand reached into the jar, grabbed a spider, and placed it on his palm so that all the students could see it.
"Now, what do you want him to do?"
Moody asked, his tone was expectant, then he pointed his wand at it and said, The soul goes out of the body)!"
A subtle ray of light penetrated the spider's body, and Fanlin observed that the spider's body swelled slightly.
When it acts on the human body, this spell will not bring about such a change.
Under the control of the magic wand, the spider jumped from Moody’s palm and began to sway forward and backward like a high rack. It stretched out its legs stiffly, flipped backwards, the wire was broken, the spider fell on the table, it began to look like a wheel The same goes around.
Moody waved his magic wand violently, and the spider stood up on its feet. There was no doubt that it was dancing.
Everyone laughed.
Moody waved his magic wand again, and the spider rose into the air.
It began to keep falling on the students, such as Ron’s desktop, Neville’s clothes, and the back of Brown’s hands, to Finnigan...Well, Finnigan took a book to fly the spider. Get out.
Everyone laughed very happily.
"So what?" With a light movement of Moody's wand, the spider stuck to the window in a large font.
"Or, is this?" The spider landed on the edge of the bucket.
His limbs were shaking constantly, seeming to want to firmly grasp the edge of the bucket.
But under Moody's control, the spider's only survival instinct is not very useful.
Everyone smiled a little reluctantly.
"Do you think it is funny?" He growled, "If I cast a spell on you, would you be happy?"
The laughter stopped immediately.
"Leave me at my mercy," Modi said calmly, and the spider curled up and rolled around. "I can make it jump out of the window, drown myself, or throw it into your throat..."
Ron couldn't help shaking.
"A few years ago, many wizards and wizards said they were controlled by the Imperius spell," Moody said.
Harry knew he was talking about Barty Crouch when he was in power, to be precise, it was Voldemort's world.
"One of the tasks of the Ministry is to try to distinguish who is passive and who is active."
Moody's eye was fixed on Harry, and the other magic eye was the same, he was paying attention to the past unconsciously.
"Astral out of the body spell can be broken, I will teach you how to break the spell, but it requires a strong willpower, not everyone has this willpower, if you can, you'd better avoid it and stay vigilant!" Everyone was shocked when they roared.
Moody picked up the acrobatic spider and threw it back into the jar. "Does anyone else know an illegal spell?"
Hermione raised her hand again. To Harry's surprise, Neville also raised her hand. He usually only raised his hand when he was taking his best arithmetic and divination lessons.
Even Neville was surprised at his boldness.
"What is it?" Moody's magic eyes turned to Neville. "There is one, called the Heart Drilling Curse." Neville's voice was small but very clear.
Moody's eyes were fixed on Neville this time.
"Are you Longbottom?" His magic eyes lowered and looked at the register.
Neville nodded nervously, but Moody didn't ask any more questions. Turning to the whole class, he took another spider from the jar and put it on the table. The spider was obviously still scared.
"Heart-cut bone curse," Modi said. "It needs something bigger before you can understand it." He pointed at the spider with his wand and said, Quick becomes bigger)!"
The spider swelled quickly and was bigger than a Tarantula. Ron no longer concealed his fear, and pulled the chair as far as possible from Moody's table.
Moody waved his magic wand again, pointed at the spider and said, heart-cutting)!"
As soon as the voice fell, the spider bent his legs towards him, it rolled, twisted violently, and swayed from side to side. It made no sound, but Harry must scream loudly if it could make a sound. Moody waved him. With the wand, the spider began to tremble, trembling.
"Stop!" Hermione shrieked. Fanlin looked at her in surprise. She was not looking at the spider, but at Neville.
Fanlin followed her eyes and found that Neville's clenched fists were placed on the table in front of him, his knuckles were white, his eyes widened, and he looked frightened.
Moody lifted the wand, the spider's legs loosened, but it continued to twist.
Quickly getting smaller)." Moody read, and the spider was put back into the jar after it was restored.
"Pain," Modi said softly, "If you can cast a heart-piercing spell, you don't need torture instruments or knives with your fingers to torture people... This spell was once abused.
"Well, who knows other spells?"
Harry looked around, and from the expressions on everyone's faces, he guessed that they all wanted to know what would happen to the last spider. When Hermione raised her hand for the third time, her hand shook slightly.
"What is it?" Moody looked at her and said.
"AvadaKedavra (Avada Kedavra)!"
Fanlin chanted the spell first. In his opinion, this kind of thing shouldn't be given to Hermione.
Several people, including Ron, looked at Fanlin nervously.
"Ah, yes," Modi said, a smile twisting his missing mouth, "Yes, the last most vicious spell, Avada Kedavra... the curse of death."
"I don't think this spell should be displayed in front of everyone, Professor Moody." Fanlin frowned, and the boldness of fake Moody exceeded expectations.
"Mr. Fanlin El," Moody said, "not every little wizard can fight the dark wizard like you. They should understand the dark wizard's methods, the most terrifying method."
As Moody said, he didn't mean to stop.
Fanlin squeezed her fist slightly, and Hermione looked at Fanlin anxiously.
Moody reached into the jar.
Like knowing his own calamity, the third spider crawled frantically on the bottom of the tank, trying to avoid Moody's hand.
But in the end, Moody caught the spider and placed it on the table. The spider Moody raised his wand on the wooden tabletop, and Harry felt a sudden omen.
"AvadaKedavra!" Moody roared.
A dazzling green light flashed, accompanied by a loud noise, as if an invisible behemoth was roaring in the air. At the same time, the spider turned over. There was no sign of it, but it was obviously dead. Several girls resisted shouting. The spider slid towards Ron, who fell backwards, almost overturning the chair.
Moody swept the dead spider down to the ground.
"Toxic enough," he said calmly, "it's uncomfortable, there is no spell to fight against it, nothing can stop this spell, the only one people know who escaped the death spell is sitting in front of me."
Unlike everyone, Fanlin's expression can be said to be shocked.
If someone could observe Fanlin's eyes, he would definitely see that Fanlin's eyes had completely turned blue.
He originally wanted to get the spider away, but Moody reacted in an instant and stopped him.
That kind of magic is very sticky, but like there is some kind of magic, Fanlin can't remember that he had encountered it there~EbookFREE.me~ He hasn't fully recovered yet, it will take at least a month. Time, he can't do anything before that.
Fanlin tried to calm his mood, it was only a momentary matter, except for him and Moody, only Hermione beside him felt a little bit of coldness.
However, Hermione was more in consternation.
The impact of AvadaKedavra is really too great, for the little wizards, it is the first time everyone has come into contact with this spell.
Ron had used it unconsciously, but Ron's magic power was too weak to create a momentum like Moody's.
Just as Harry remembered, such a bleak green light, terrible thing.
In an instant, all bad things rushed into his mind, like a nightmare, even Harry had an illusion, the illusion of a pain in his forehead, as if Voldemort was standing in front of him.
That terrible person, hateful face.