Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"You may be wondering why you are treated differently from other academies." Moody glanced at the students around him majestically, "That's because your elders and seniors are not enough."

Moody showed a grinning expression at this time, which seemed inexplicably cruel. "If you have heard of me, you will know that half of Azkaban's prisoners are filled by me."

At this time, Moody's tone became more and more smug, maybe he recalled something, maybe that glorious period that did not belong to him?

"But what you don't know is that half of those prisoners are from Slytherin, which is the academy you are in." Now, whether it's Moody's normal eyeball or the weird magic eye, it's all from Slytherin. Exuding an intimidating aura, this group of Slytherin students all felt a sense of hostility.

"This class is dedicated to correcting your thoughts. Some of your parents are not necessarily decent people. I doubt that under their education, what kind of students will my current students be? I don't want to teach a group of dark wizards and use the skills I learned from me to do evil."

He paused here. "Of course, what I don't want more is that one day I need to personally arrest the students I have taught." Moody said meaningfully.

"This is prejudice!" a student stood up and said loudly.

"If you have to say that, then I don't mind what you think. Also, I now suspect that your widow mother, who has remarried seven times, is suspected of murder and obtained the man's assets through inheritance. There are also many wills. Doubt, I'll go back and investigate another day, Mr. Blaise." Moody gave him a stern look, the student seemed to be frightened, and immediately sat back in his seat, sweating and daring not to say any more. In a word.

"Next, I'm going to do some small tests for you. You just need to answer me yes or no. It's very simple. I hope you answer truthfully."

As Moody spoke, he somehow pulled out a gadget from his arms. It looked very strange, it looked a bit like a golden TV antenna, but it was twisted so badly that it kept making a gentle buzzing. Voice.

"Yeah." Moody pretended to look carefully, looking at the small object in his hand, and a tone of approval came out of his throat.

"Dark Magic Detector, you'll like it," he said.

"This little thing is very useful, it will vibrate when it detects conspiracies and lies." Then Moody shook his head slightly, but unfortunately your principal did not allow me to use Veritaserum, yes, that is to deal with criminals of. "

"So, I backed off and chose my own gadgets."

"Nott!" Moody yelled suddenly.

"Have you ever used black magic that is strictly prohibited at Hogwarts at home or outside of school in the past?"

"No. No." The boy stood up suddenly and stammered.

The antenna suddenly started buzzing.

"You're lying, I'll give you another chance." Moody scolded rudely.

"I...I'm..." Then the poor student seemed to be deprived of his mind, and he did everything like a bean in a bamboo tube, and even added some categories that were not what Moody was asking about, such as other pranks, Even in the final exam of last semester, such trivial things as sneaking a glance at other people's papers are clearly explained.

"Huh." Moody didn't know what mood he was in, but he still laughed.

"Next." His eyes narrowed, he wrote and drew with a feather pen on the roster, and then said.

The student slumped back into his seat, suspecting that he would be taken away at any time.

The class that followed seemed to be a trial assembly, with students crying and repenting of their crimes.

"Draco Malfoy." Moody named him at this moment.

"It's so boring.

"Malfoy sighed, he didn't expect Moody's first class dismounting to be so simple and rude, and at the same time stood up and answered Moody's question.

"What do you want to ask? As far as I am concerned, you are now a teacher, not an Auror. Even an Auror is only responsible for arresting the dark wizard, not a trial, not to mention, this is not a The courtroom, but the classroom." Malfoy countered.

"You dare to contradict me?" Moody's expression began to sullen, as if Malfoy had violated his taboo.

"Boy, don't think that you can do whatever you want with your help last year. I won't do that, and don't expect me to be merciful." Moody said ruthlessly, and the wooden prosthetic leg kept making a loud noise. It exerted invisible pressure on the student in front of him.

Malfoy's eyes were still firmly fixed on Moody's, but his heart was not as heavy and a big enemy as he appeared on the surface. He fully understood what "Moody" wanted to do at this time. This man His eyes were full of jokes, as if he was laughing at this group of soft-footed shrimp-like students.

However, only Malfoy, who dared to meet Moody's eyes, could see it clearly. The other students had long since lost the courage to meet his eyes and confront him.

"Hey, don't regret it, even if Dumbledore asks me to treat you kindly, I still don't mind going over the limit a little bit to teach you a lesson, how is it, my Transfiguration hasn't been used for a long time, and my hands are a little bit weak. Born, do you want to try? Mr. Malfoy." Moody stomped his cane, "How about the ferret, I think it's a good match for you."

"I'm just fighting for our due rights." Malfoy said without giving up, his gray eyes and the terrifying demon eye looked at each other quietly. "If you insist on using this method to cross the line to exercise your rights that do not belong to you, I can only resist." Malfoy drew his wand from behind him at this time and made a gesture of preparation for a duel.

"Heh." After a moment of silence, Moody suddenly let out a chuckle. The students in the seats thought he was laughing in anger. Just when everyone thought the battle between students and teachers was about to begin, a Something astonishing happened.

Moody actually started clapping, eyes full of approval.

"This is what I really want to teach you today, to dare to rebel against authority. At some point in the future, you may encounter more powerful and powerful enemies than you, but at that time, I don't want you to be captured. , the key to Defence Against the Dark Arts is largely the same trick used by the Dark Arts, which is willpower."

Moody said in a low voice.

"Today I have obviously violated your privacy, students, who wouldn't be curious about some curses? But that's not actually a reason why I can abuse you lynching."

"You should know how to resist authority at the right time. When the real dark wizard threatens your safety, will you still obey my unreasonable demands as you do today?"

"Your performance was barely passable today, and Mr. Malfoy stepped forward to keep you from being wiped out." Moody nodded.

"Of course, what I said at the beginning is not a decoration. As a teacher, I also hope that you will follow the right path. I hope you can remember that in addition to Azkaban, there is a prison called Nurmengard. On the stone tablet of the 1990s is written this sentence - the person who uttered this sentence for the greater good is now dying alone in that prison, killing the little time he has left."

"The position is very important, um, very important." Moody shook his head and repeated, "Your choices will determine whether what you do makes sense." Moody said meaningfully.

"Okay, that's it for this class." Moody and Slytherin students heard a low bell at the same time, so he announced the get out of class.

Except for Malfoy, all the students present breathed a sigh of relief. This class left a deep impression on them.

"By the way, there is one more thing." When Moody's prosthetic leg stepped out of the classroom threshold first, his hoarse voice suddenly sounded, startling everyone.

"For those students who took the initiative to admit their mistakes just now, I will pick a few I still remember and tell the vice-principal. She must be very interested in it. Cheating in exams? Homework plagiarism? Oh, it's really interesting." Moody's There was a rare smile on his face, and the wrinkles and scars on his face were crowded together, looking abnormally twisted, but he himself seemed to be enjoying it.

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