Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Slytherin's first Defence Against the Dark Arts class this semester was quite late, and they only started this class after the other colleges had taken the first class.

According to the characteristics of each college, Slytherin students should be most looking forward to this course, and their bones are full of the desire to fight, so they are full of curiosity about this Auror, and also about the possible future The course is full of expectations.

There is no airtight wall in the world, and the content of the course is not something worth keeping secret, so they all know the content of Moody's class clearly in advance.

Years 1 and 2 were still a step-by-step theoretical course. For the students in Years 3 and 4, Moody demonstrated the Unforgivable Curse. Same as Professor Lupin's last class last semester.

Of course, the old Auror's methods were even more aggressive, and Madam Pomfrey, who was in charge of the health of the students, complained - since the teacher took office, the number of injured students has increased a lot.

"It's of our own accord," many students defended their teacher while grinning as they received the woman's treatment.

Facts have proved that this battle-hardened old Auror possesses sufficient charisma after being converted into a teacher.

The content revealed by those students made Slytherin students look forward to it very much. The Unforgivable Curse - even for Slytherin Academy, which has the highest proportion of pure blood members, most of their wizard parents have never used it. Terrible magic.

It's a rare opportunity to see it with your own eyes.

Those who used this magic should now be serving their normal sentences in Azkaban, or on the run.

Even though they heard other students have vividly said that Mad-Eye can't use books in class, they still brought their book - "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited quietly in the classroom.

"It's ironic." Malfoy looked out the window blankly, waiting for Moody's arrival, feeling a little disillusioned,

"Apart from Lupin, he must have been the one with the highest teaching level over the years, right?" he thought unconsciously.

According to the original trajectory, in the first grade, the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts was bewitched and possessed by the Dark Lord. Perhaps out of a generous nature, the analysis of the cruelty of black magic is still not deep enough (perhaps because of the consideration and protection of the age of the students), in the fifth grade, I encountered a pink toad, and in the sixth grade, it was a pink toad. Snape, (perhaps he was proficient at it himself, but Snape's teaching in this subject was not very fruitful), the seventh year was pure Death Eater.

In this way, during their seven years at Hogwarts, the third- and fourth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers should be regarded as the two highest-level teachers, and ironically, one of them is still a loyal teacher. Gorgeous Death Eater, another not a pure wizard, has to say that this is a kind of black humor.

Malfoy closed his eyes at this time and began to ponder. His relationship with this fake "Moody" was not a relationship of complete sincere cooperation, and there was also "competition" between them.

At least from the analysis of the current situation, both of them urgently need to gain the respect of Voldemort and fight for their future status after Voldemort's resurrection. This means that there will be many competitions between the two. Malfoy has already foreseen some possibilities in the future. Difficulties from Moody's.

In this way, he may want to prove that he is the most useful Death Eater to gain the upper hand in the battle.

The atmosphere in the classroom was very quiet at the moment.

Soon they heard Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps coming down the corridor. He walked into the classroom looking as weird and scary as usual. They could just see his wooden claw foot sticking out from under the robe.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, trudging to the lectern on crutches and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them."

The students immediately put their books into their schoolbags.

Afterwards, it was still a step-by-step speech, and the transition from Auror to teacher, Moody seemed quite natural. Even if the teaching style was a bit wild, the effect was undeniable.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll. His normal eye moved down the list, his enchanted eye kept rolling back and forth, staring at each student who responded.

"Vincent Crabbe."

"Gregory Gower."

The two poor students immediately stumped up from their chairs and sat down again. Even when the man glanced at them with his eyes, they felt that cold sweat broke out on their backs.

The shameful history of their parents made them feel guilty.

......

Pansy Parkinson. Moody paused and looked around for a week. "Pancy Parkinson?" ' Moody read again, 'Oh, sick absence. "At this time, his normal eyes seemed to see the label on the back, he shook his head, and then put a circle on the roster.

"Draco Malfoy." His hoarse voice continued.

"Here, Professor Moody." Malfoy.

Moody's magic eye began to swirl, and their eyes met for a few seconds. Moody's eyes twitched a little, and then he quickly retracted his gaze, as if nothing had happened.

"Okay," he said, when Malfoy finished his answer, "I got a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. It looks like you've got a good grasp on how to deal with black magic beasts. Less basics - you learned to deal with Boggarts, Red Hats, Hinkpunks, Grindyllos, Kabbahs and Werewolves, right?"

The students murmured their approval.

"But you haven't learned enough—not enough about how to deal with spells," Moody said. "So I'm going to give you a taste of the magic that the wizards use between them. I've got a year to teach you how to deal with the dark. magic--"

"But, before that!" Moody's tone was extremely serious at this time.

"I have to talk about other issues first." Moody coughed heavily, and the magic eye trembled with it, making people nauseous.

The students under the desk began to whisper, which was not the same as the students who had already attended the class.

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