Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The captured wizard seemed to have noticed something. He stopped shouting and stared at Moody, who walked up to him and slowly drew out his wand.

"We don't have much time."

Moody's voice was low, as if he was whispering something close to the wizard's ear, but it was heard clearly by everyone present.

"We don't have Veritaserum on hand regularly, and the Ministry has relaxed the use of the Unforgivable Curse, but you should know that neither Hogwarts nor the Ministry of Magic has any training for this aspect of spells."

The wizard's bruised and swollen face showed a sarcastic smile, but many students watching could see an unhidden relaxation in his eyes.

However, at this moment, Moody slowly pulled out his wand, his voice was low but unusually harsh.

"Yes, none of us have ever used the Unforgivable Curse, unlike you guys. But even if you are not proficient in the Imperius Curse or have no experience in the Death Curse, you can try another kind of curse. I happen to be I want to know how my colleagues were tortured by this spell."

The pupils in the wizard's eyes suddenly shrank.

The students standing around Sherlock and watching this scene couldn't help but open their mouths.

There are already some guesses as to what will happen next.

Hermione subconsciously wanted to turn her head away from what happened next, but she quickly gritted her teeth and forced herself to turn her face to the front, looking at the spot where Moody's wand was pointing without blinking. A wizard.

Ron's face was completely white, his lips were trembling, and he seemed to be saying something, but no sound came out.

Harry was not as strong as they showed, but he clenched his fists tightly and looked at Moody nervously with wide eyes.

A few timid girls, Lavender and Parvati had huddled together.

At this time, Sherlock came to Neville quietly.

On the surface, Neville's reaction seemed far less violent than that of others, but only Sherlock, who had been paying attention to him, knew that his emotions were tighter than anyone else's at this time, and his body could not stop shaking slightly. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were extremely empty.

Sherlock knew something about his family situation, and knew that his parents, the Longbottoms, were both outstanding Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. Later, after the fall of Voldemort, they were captured by a group of Death Eaters headed by Bella and used The Cruciatus Curse forced the two of them to learn about Voldemort's whereabouts, and they were eventually tortured into two lunatics who are still being treated at St. Mungo's.

Compared to others, Neville was more afraid of the Unforgivable Curse, because it was this spell that put him in the same situation as an orphan.

Sherlock patted Neville's shoulder gently. Neville's body trembled violently, and then he turned his head to look at him. His eyes that were already filled with cowardice looked at Sherlock carefully.

Sherlock's voice was very soft. He and Neville stood at the back of the students and spoke in a voice that could not be heard by a third person.

"If you're really scared, Neville, you can close your eyes."

Neville heard what he said, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shouted in a voice as small as a mosquito.

"......professor."

"There's nothing to be sorry for." Although he didn't say what he wanted to say, Sherlock guessed what he wanted to express, "I never felt that you were a bad student. In the Fendo lounge, you pulled out that sword, do you know what it is?"

Neville winced and shook his head.

"That is a relic of Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Legend has it that only those who truly possess the qualities valued by Gryffindor can pull it out. You have it on your body. The character of a true Gryffindor, Neville."

Neville seemed to be stunned, and he listened blankly to what Sherlock said to him.

"Everyone is unique, just like the stars in the sky. They are all unique. You are no worse than anyone else, and you are no less courageous than any Gryffindor, so there is no need to complain about your cowardice and cowardice."

Sherlock patted his shoulder gently one last time and walked back to the front of the students.

Neville, who stayed where he was, stared at his back in confusion. Soon the look in Neville's eyes became firm. He had never clenched his hands so hard before and spoke in a very soft voice. Said to himself.

"Thank you, Professor Forrest."

He did not close his eyes or cover his ears as Sherlock said, as if he saw nothing or that nothing happened.

Instead, he fixed his gaze on Moody, who had waved his wand and uttered the unforgivable spell.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

No light of magic flashed, but where the tip of the wand in Moody's hand was pointed, the wizard curled up desperately like a prawn that had been cooked, and roared in his mouth like Screams rang out from hell.

"ah!!!"

The wizard was writhing on the ground, like a live fish that had been thrown into boiling water.

Veins popped up like earthworms on his forehead, neck, and arms, and snot, tears, and saliva spread all over his face!

Sherlock watched this scene indifferently, while most of the students around him couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Many Hufflepuff wizards hugged their heads with their arms and buried their faces in their knees, refusing to see or listen to the scene that was like purgatory on earth.

Sherlock did not teach these students to raise their heads.

For a child who is only fifteen years old, such a scene is indeed too cruel and bloody.

But after careful consideration by Dumbledore and him, they knew that such a thing must be known to them.

Even if Voldemort's second rise does not happen in the future, these students who are protected in the castle all day long and think that the current peace in the wizarding world should be known.

Who paid what price for the peace we have now!

"Where are they! Say! Williamson! Savage! And Gadwin! Where did you take them!"

Moody's roar like an angry lion sounded, and at this time, the surrounding pictures, the dilapidated and dark room, and the tattered furniture were all shattered.

These fragments all turned into wisps of silver light, surrounding the students who returned to the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom, and finally disappeared into the air.

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