Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Since the ferret incident, in the next two days at Hogwarts, everything was uneventful, and there were no accidents.

Events quickly came to Thursday, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that the Gryffindor fourth-year students had been eagerly looking forward to, finally arrived.

After lunch on Thursday, they lined up outside Moody's classroom early before the bell rang.

When the three of Clark arrived, they found that the classroom was already full of people.

Everyone was in high spirits and looked forward to Moody's course, which was the first time in several years.

Ron and Harry had already arrived, and Clark and the others hurriedly sat down in the seats directly in front of the podium, took out their respective "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited, the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet.

Soon, they heard the distinctive "deng thump" sound coming from far and near.

Professor Moody limped into the classroom, looking as odd and frightening as ever. They could just see his claw-like wooden foot poking out from under his robes.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, walking to the edge of the podium with crutches, and sat down. "You don't need the knowledge in these textbooks."

The students put the books into their schoolbags excitedly. They had already inquired about it before they came. Professor Moody never talked falsely in class.

Sure enough, after the roll call, he said.

"I received a letter from Professor Lupine about the course.

It looks like you've got quite a few basics on how to deal with Dark Magical animals - you've learned to deal with Boggarts, Red Hoods, Hincklepunks, Grindylows, Kabbahs, and Werewolves, right? "

The students murmured their agreement.

"But you haven't learned enough about spells—not enough," said Moody, "so I'm going to give you a taste of the spells cast among wizards. I've had a year to teach you how to deal with black magic." magic--"

"What! What did you say?" Ron blurted out.

Moody's magic eye turned and stared at him.

Ron looked terrified, but soon Moody was laughing.

Of course, many students would prefer that he not laugh.

Because when he smiled, the scarred face looked even more distorted and weird.

But it was always comforting to know he could still smile amicably, at least Ron was relieved.

"You're the son of Arthur Weiss, aren't you?"

Moody said, "Your father helped me out of a very difficult situation a few days ago...Yeah, I'm only doing Dumbledore a favor for a year...Teach for a year and go back My peaceful retirement."

He laughed hoarsely, then patted his big rough hands.

"well, let's get back to business.

Charms, they come in many forms, and their manifestations vary.

According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, this year I should teach you all kinds of breaking spells, that's all.

Logically, you're not in sixth grade, and I shouldn't be telling you what illegal black magic spells look like.

Because you are still young and unable to grasp this set of things, it is easy to get addicted to it out of curiosity and arrogance, and go astray.

But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage greatly. He thinks you can deal with it, and in my opinion, the sooner you understand what you have to deal with, the better.

How can you protect yourself from something you've never seen before?

If some evil dark wizard casts an illegal spell on you, he won't tell you what he's up to.

He won't be candid, fair, and polite, and you have to be prepared and vigilant.

You'd better put that thing away while I speak, Miss Brown. "

Lavender was startled and flushed.

Just now, she showed Parvati the fortune-telling chart she had drawn under the table.

Apparently, Moody's magical eye could penetrate not only the back of his head, but solid wood as well.

"So... do any of you know which spells are most punishable under Wizarding Law?"

Several hands were raised tremblingly, and Ron was among them.

Moody pointed to Ron, but his magic eye was still on Lavender.

"Uh, yeah," said Ron uncertainly, "my dad told me about a... called Imperius Curse or something, right?"

"Ah, yes," said Moody appreciatively, "your father must have known about the spell. The Imperius Curse got the Ministry of Magic a lot of trouble back then."

With difficulty, he walked to the podium with his artificial leg, opened the drawer, and took out a glass bottle from it.

Inside the bottle were three palm-sized, black-haired giant spiders that were crawling restlessly, as if aware of their next fate.

Moody reached into the bottle and grabbed a spider and held it in his outstretched palm for all to see.

"The soul is out of the body!"

A gray-black mist, like an abstract palm, or an octopus, flew out of his wand with an ominous breath, and then sank into the body of a spider.

The next moment, the cursed spider jumped out of Moody's palm, dangling from a filament, and began to swing back and forth as if sitting on a high swing.

It straightened its legs stiffly, then turned around and rolled somersaults, the filament snapped.

The spider fell straight on the table, but it didn't respond to it, and continued to somersault in circles.

Moody flicked his wand, and it reared up on its hind legs again, doing a kind of tap dance, yes, that kind of tap dance.

Everyone laughed—except Moody.

No, there was one more person, and Clark wasn't smiling either.

Not only did he not smile, he even looked a little dignified at the moment.

As a [Psionist] who plays with consciousness and soul, he is very keenly aware of the almost imperceptible alien breath in the Imperius Curse that Moody cast just now.

Although the aura was very faint and well hidden, Clark still sensed it.

However, just the slightest breath he felt made his scalp tingle, as if he was being entangled and bound by a dozen soft and slippery octopus tentacles with suction cups.

That disgusting, strange feeling made him feel uncomfortable all over.

At this time, Moody was still spitting and talking on the podium.

"It's all under my control," he said softly, as the spider hunched up and started rolling around, "I can make it jump out the window, or drown itself, or jump into your place." The throat of a classmate..."

Ron shivered involuntarily.

"Years ago, many wizards were under the Imperius Curse," said Moody. "That really put the Ministry of Magic in a bind, trying to figure out who was being forced to do what they wanted and who was doing what they wanted."

"Fortunately, the Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I will teach you the method, but this requires a strong personality, not everyone can master it.

The best way to resist black magic is not to be hit by it, stay vigilant at all times! ' he yelled suddenly, startling everyone.

Moody grabbed the tumbling spider and threw it back into the glass jar.

"Anyone else know any spells? Illegal spells?"

Without waiting for the people below to raise their hands, he pointed to Neville who was sitting beside Clark.

"Say it."

Moody's magical eye rolled around and fixed on him, while Clark beside him frowned slightly.

Neville's parents were victims of black magic, and this Moody deliberately pointed him up to answer, clearly exposing his scars.

"There's one—the Cruciatus Curse." Neville's voice was still clear and bright.

Moody looked at Neville very intently, this time with both eyes.

"You're Longbottom, aren't you?" he said, lowering his magic eye to check the roster.

Neville remained silent, but just nodded.

Moody didn't ask any more questions, turned his back to the class, took out the second spider from the glass bottle, and put it on the podium.

The spider was motionless and looked terrified.

"The Cruciatus Curse, you need to magnify it a bit so you can see it clearly," he said, pointing at the spider with his wand, "Get bigger quickly!"

The black spider swelled up and was now bigger than a tarantula.

Ron didn't care to hide it, and moved his chair back, as far away from Moody's podium as possible.

Moody raised his wand again, pointed at the spider, and said softly, "Crucio!"

Just like the Imperius Curse just now, this time, Clark also sensed that there was a faint, dark red fiery aura like lava that appeared along with the Cruciatus Curse.

And the spider that was hit by this breath immediately retracted all eight legs, clinging to its body.

It turned over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently, shaking from side to side.

Although it didn't make a sound, everyone present believed that if it had a vocal organ, it must be screaming desperately at this moment.

Moody didn't take his wand away, and the spider began to tremble and twitch more violently—

Clark turned his head to look at Neville next to him worriedly, and found that his expression was as usual, no different from other students.

However, he still noticed that Neville's hands were tightly clutching his robe at this moment, and his knuckles were turning white.

"Extremely painful," Moody whispered, still onstage. "If you could say the Cruciatus Curse, you wouldn't need a thumbtack or a knife to torment people... It was a very popular spell at one time."

He lowered his wand, and the spider's legs slackened, but were still twitching.

"Shrink quickly!"

Moody shrank the spider back to its original size and put it back in the bottle.

"Okay...does anyone else know any spells?"

The little wizards in the audience looked at me and I looked at you. Seeing that no one answered, Clark raised his hand, stood up, and replied before Moody could speak.

"Avada Kedavra."

Some of the students, including Ron, turned to look at him uneasily.

"Ah," said Moody—his crooked mouth twitched again in a slight smile, "yes, this is the last and most powerful spell. Avada Kedavra . . . the death curse."

His magic eyes glanced down at the roster again, "You are Clark Prewett, the Prewett family?"

Clark nodded, "Yes, my father and my uncle should have worked with you back then, don't you remember?"

"Oh, of course I do, Brother Prewett."

Moody whispered something, then turned and reached into the glass bottle.

As if knowing the impending doom, the third spider scrambled desperately around the bottom of the bottle to avoid Moody's finger, but it was caught and set on the podium.

Moody raised his wand, and all the little wizards held their breath.

"Avada Kedavra!" roared Moody.

A dazzling green light pierced people's eyes, and at the same time there was a messy sound, as if an invisible shadow slipped through the air——

This time, not only Clark, but even Hermione noticed it, and she looked at Clark in doubt and shock.

The two looked at each other, everything was silent.

At the same time, the spider also turned over and lay on its back on the table. Although there was no scar on its body, the breath of life had disappeared.

"It's not good," Moody said quietly, as if he had crushed an ant with the glance, "unpleasant, and there's no cure for it, no way of resisting it. Only one person is known to have escaped such a curse." Spell, he is sitting in front of me right now."

Moody's eyes were on Harry, and now everyone knew who he was talking about.

"However, you can also rest assured that the Avada Kedavra requires a very powerful magic power as the foundation, and this is not a spell that everyone can master.

You can take out your wands, point them at me, and say this incantation, and I doubt I'll get more than a nosebleed. "

His bad jokes didn't make the students laugh,

"Well...these three spells—Avada Kedavra, Imperius, Cruciatus—are called the Unforgivable Curses.

Using any one of these spells on humans is enough to spend a lifetime in Azkaban.

That's what I'm going to teach you to resist, and you need to be prepared.

But the most important thing is to stay vigilant at all times and never let up.

Now, why don't you get out your quills and write this down? "

For the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes on the three Unforgivable Curses.

The classroom was quiet, no one spoke until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

When Professor Moody announced that the get out of class was over, the moment the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged like a flood that broke through.

"Did you see the way the spider twitched?"

"—he killed the spider in one stroke—simple as that!"

"No wonder the others admired him so much after the class—"

The three of Clark did not participate in this discussion, but quickly left the scope of the classroom.

They passed through several corridors in succession and climbed up many steps, and they didn't slow down until they were about to reach the Gryffindor common room.

"Did you feel it, Clark? When Professor Moody cast the Unforgivable Curse just now." Hermione turned to Clark and asked.

"Of course!" Clark nodded, "The power of the old gods, the fire of hell, and the breath of death. These wizards are really brave."