The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Christopher Patrick?" Professor Alastor Moody turned his head, and the coin-sized bright blue magic eye on his right was staring at the boy in front of him.

"Yes, Professor Moody!"

"Albus seems to have mentioned you to me!" Mad-Eye muttered, then reached into his traveling cloak, pulled out a curved wine bottle, and took a swig: "Come with me, fuck me office!"

While speaking, his magic eye turned a few times to check the surrounding situation; the cloak that was dragged on the ground was pulled up a few inches, revealing a few inches of wooden carved artificial legs, with a claw-shaped foot underneath... Limping, Mad-Eye Moody walked towards a hut on the edge of the Quidditch pitch.

Jon also took a vigilant look at the surrounding situation. After confirming that there were no portraits nearby, and Umbridge's kittens should not find him, Jon followed the pace of Mad-Eye Moody.

"Very vigilant!" Professor Moody's hoarse voice came from ahead, with a bit of praise in his tone: "He is a good material for being an Auror!"

...

This is not so much an office as a small tent.

Since the beginning of September, Mad-Eye Moody has moved his "office" here... In his words, the terrain here is open and he can react faster when he is attacked by a dark wizard.

However, in Jon's view, a year of captivity may also have brought an indelible psychological shadow to poor Professor Moody.

So much so that he dare not live in the castle now.

The furnishings inside are also very simple, except for a bed and a table, there are only the group of black magic detectors that Jon saw in the fake Moody's office before.

On the desk, there was something like a large cracked glass spinning top, which creaked and creaked from time to time...Mad-Eye Moody sat down with his artificial leg supported.

"Sit down, too," said Moody.

In the corner of the tent, Jon saw a small dusty chair... He quickly moved it to Moody's desk and sat down as well.

"Can you tell me, Professor Moody?" Jon asked earnestly.

"Blood Curse..." The expression on Mad-Eye Moody's face gradually became serious: "Black magic... a terrible black magic, a cruel curse..."

"The first person to use it was a notorious black wizard in ancient Greece...Helbo, despicable Haierbo, it seems to be the name!" Professor Alastor-Moody unconsciously closed his magic eye, while said:

"According to the records, Haierbo is a dark wizard who is good at manipulating the soul... He has collected the souls of many monsters. Since he is a Parseltongue, snakes are the most common among them..." Moody paused. Paused, let out a violent coughing sound.

After a delay of tens of seconds, he continued: "Helbo has a weird taste, that is, when facing his prey, or those wizards who betrayed him, he will not kill them easily... but likes to use a Terrible spell, cursed the soul of a snake on that poor victim..."

"The curse will not happen on the victim, but will merge with the soul of his unborn child in the mother's womb... Generally speaking, the soul of a male infant wizard will be quickly killed by the snake's soul swallowed..." Moody's ferocious face showed an extremely disgusting expression:

"That way, right after the child is born, he will turn into a snake... and bite his parents to death, waiting for Hai Erbo to come and take away the souls of the two wizards!

"What about a girl?" Jon asked, biting his lip.

"The innate souls of female wizards are stronger, and they will not be easily swallowed by the snake's soul..." Moody continued: "The two souls will coexist in a subtle form...Generally, in the When the female wizard was young, the snake's soul would be suppressed; but as the years passed, the snake's soul would become stronger and stronger, and one day, they would easily devour the witch's soul and control the body... ..."

"...It means that becoming a snake and Haierbo's servant is the fate of that witch... This is the blood curse!"

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"Generally speaking, how many years can a witch under the blood curse last?" Jon asked hurriedly.

"Normally, it won't exceed twenty years...but some clever wizards can use spells to prolong the eruption time; it requires very sophisticated magic, at least I don't have the ability to do so; but in this way, it won't exceed thirty years." Moody thought about it carefully: "Similarly, if there is a lot of negative emotions, it will also nourish the soul of the monster, making the blood curse happen earlier!"

"What will happen when the blood curse occurs?" Jon asked sternly.

"Before the attack, she was no different from an ordinary wizard... except that she was a little weaker..."

"At the beginning of the outbreak, it was limited to the night, and every night when she fell asleep, she would turn into a monster; but as time went by, she could no longer change back into a human form, and she would be trapped in this monster's body forever." Moody explained simply and clearly.

"Then what is the situation that can completely solve it?" Jon gestured: "If we say to make a container, lure the soul of that monster and seal it inside?"

"It's a good idea, but it's very difficult!" Moody shook his head: "It can even be said that it's impossible... because two souls have coexisted together for decades, even the most brilliant wizard can't get rid of it unscathed. It separates..."

Jon looked a little discouraged.

"No matter how kind and beautiful she was before the blood curse, but after the blood curse, the witch is no longer a human being, and it is more appropriate to call them Maledictus!" Moody continued: "Although they can maintain their sanity during the day, once they fall asleep, they will become extremely dangerous... They are controlled by the monster's soul, and they will wantonly attack all living creatures they can see, including the closest people they have ever had!"

"Therefore, the Dangerous Creatures Committee of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures has a duty to execute all blood curse orcs before the blood curse breaks out. To prevent them from causing greater harm... Although it is cruel, it is the only way."

"I see, Professor!" Jon's face became a little ugly.

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He stood up and walked towards the door...

Suddenly, he remembered something... Jon took out the roll of parchment Malfoy had given him from his pocket, and put it on Moody's desk.

"What is this?" Mad-Eye Moody frowned.

Jon lowered his voice and said softly, "The Dark Lord sends his regards, Mr. Crouch!"

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