Harry Potter's Dharma

All the students seemed to be frightened by this person. Looking at this man, they didn't dare to say a word.

Zheng Fan, on the other hand, was looking at him curiously, wondering what he would say.

Unexpectedly, he pointed at the "Unforgivable Curse" that he wrote on the blackboard and brought the topic back to the original topic.

"Let's go back to the topic of Unforgivable Curses. Does anyone know which three types of Unforgivable Curses they are?"

Hermione raised his hand again, but Moody didn't ask him to answer. Instead, he looked at Ronald.

“ Weasley!”

When Ronald heard Moody's words, he immediately stood up and looked at Moody with a panicked expression.

Moody glanced at Zheng Fan. There was a reason why he didn't call out Zheng Fan or any of the Slytherin students.

The Slytherin students would definitely know the types of Unforgivable Curses.

But the other Year 16 students were different.

After all, Zheng Fan looked at him seriously and Moody knew that Slytherin — or at least, Zheng Fan wasn't someone to be trifled with.

Moody wanted to intimidate a student. After all, it was the first day of class. As an Ao Luo, he felt that he should be feared.

At the very least, he should be respected.

After all, he was a teacher of Defense Against Black Magic, not a teacher of Potions or Herbal Medicine.

Zheng Fan looked at Moody and stared at Ronald.

In the entire academy, Ronald was the type of person who was easy to bully at first glance. Not only was he timid, but he also liked to cry.

If no one said anything, no one would think that this person was the Prankster Prince, the younger brother of George and Fred.

One had to know that these two were famous for their boldness.

Even his sister, Jenny, was much better than him.

Zheng Fan looked at Ronald, who was frightened by this man.

But Ronald was no longer a child. He was a Year 4 student, so even if he was afraid, he would tell himself that he had to face it.

So, he said with a trembling voice.

"I … If I didn't remember wrongly, my father told me about an unforgivable curse."

"Oh?

What's that? "

"Soul Seizing Curse …"

Just from the name, one could guess that this spell was a spell that could steal a person's soul.

But in fact, the meaning of the incantation itself had little to do with the literal meaning.

Zheng Fan looked at the students. He knew that just by hearing the name, they would begin to guess that this was definitely an extremely vicious spell.

It was as vicious as a Dementor.

F......

Even if the spell was vicious, it wasn't as terrifying as the Soul Catcher's ability to suck out a person's soul.

The so-called soul, in the western concept, could even be described as a person's "thoughts".

And this spell, in a sense, was to control a person's mind.

"Of course your father remembers, and he has a very good memory."

Moody's voice softened. It was no longer as intimidating as before.

However, even though his voice had softened, it didn't make anyone feel relaxed. Instead, it felt like they were listening to a ghost story.

After all, Moody had already created such an atmosphere for himself.

Even if he was regarded as such a terrifying character, it was understandable.

"The Soul Seizing Curse caused the Ministry of Magic to suffer disastrous losses."

As Moody spoke, his other eyeball started to spin.

Then, he looked at the others.

The others were focused on listening to Moody's lecture, so they didn't notice anything amiss.

Then, Moody walked to the other side. It was a lecture table. Normally, there would be some things prepared by the professors in preparation for class.

Zheng Fan didn't notice what Moody had prepared in class. But when he walked over, Zheng Fan discovered that the things Moody had prepared gave off the feeling of a Dark Sorcerer.

That's right, it was the feeling of a Dark Sorcerer.

Perhaps it was because Moody was an Ao Luo, but as an Ao Luo, he had to capture Dark Sorcerers.

The best way to capture a dark Magus was to bring himself into their thoughts and think according to their thoughts.

Thus, even if he wasn't a Dark Sorcerer, Moody was someone who was familiar with Dark Magic.

This could also be seen from Moody's words.

He could accept any student who was interested in Dark Magic, even researching and learning it, because that was what he did.

However, what he couldn't accept was casually using Dark Magic or learning it without the supervision of a teacher.

Casually using Dark Magic was a violation of the Ministry of Magic's regulations.

Any student would know that learning black magic in the 920 was one thing, but using black magic was another.

As long as it wasn't a situation where one couldn't control themselves and used magic that they knew, under normal circumstances, normal students wouldn't use black magic.

As long as Dark Magic was used, it meant that one was a Dark Sorcerer.

As for learning under the supervision of a teacher …

It wasn't that Zheng Fan couldn't understand.

From Moody's work table, he could see that the equipment was the equipment of a professional Dark Sorcerer.

If Zheng Fan had to describe it, it would be …

For someone to have such professional equipment, if he wasn't a Dark Sorcerer, then he could only be an Ao Luo who specialized in Dark Sorcerers.

For example, the water vapor coming out of a higher beaker.

This was to preserve an evil creature inside at a low temperature.

Although it was called an evil creature, it wasn't that evil. However, if a human came into contact with it or harmed a human, they would immediately die.

These creatures were usually used by Dark Sorcerers to concoct potions.

Thus, it wasn't an exaggeration to call it an evil creature.