Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 202 New Eye Art: Soul Out of Body
The first class of the fake Moody seemed a bit radical, not only the students thought so, but also the teachers, but what they didn't expect was that more radical classes were still to come.

In the next two weeks, Moody asked the students more and more. He asked the students to write down the ability and function of each curse, as well as the method of countering it.

Fortunately, he didn't leave any homework that needed to be written. As long as the students learned the spells he assigned, they could use them in the second class. This also made the students who were tired of homework like him a lot.

But Jemini knew that the fake Moody was much more aggressive than that.

Just as he thought, in the new week's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Moody proposed to cast the Imperius Curse on the students in turn.

"Dumbledore wishes to make you feel—"

That's what he said, and he put the pot on Dumbledore's head with his backhand.

But that's true, among the Unforgivable Curses, the only harmless spell is the Imperius Curse, and if you have strong mental power, you can get rid of control. Under controllable conditions, using the Imperius Curse to exercise willpower It's a way of learning.

Many spells are closely related to the wizard's willpower and concentration. If these aspects can be improved, then the control of spells will naturally be beneficial.

"Use the Imperius Curse on the students..."

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Jemini said quietly, his thinking was diverging.

"What? Mr. Fox, it seems that you are a little bit repelled, but it's okay, if you don't want to go through this experience, I agree, you can leave." On the podium, Moody rolled his eyes: "But my personal suggestion You'd better try this feeling, it will definitely be beneficial to you, after all, you don't want to have any shortcomings, right? Dumbledore is very optimistic about you."

Jemini shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel that this is a good place, and I'm just expressing my feelings."

Moody: "???"

What book?

He didn't understand what Jemini meant, but he still didn't get to the bottom of it.

For him, the most important thing right now is to take advantage of this great opportunity to control Jemini with the Imperius Curse.

Jamie can naturally think of this kind of thing, but he is not worried that Moody's Imperius Curse will control him.

Swallowed two pieces of Voldemort's soul, and the powerful spiritual power of the kaleidoscope Sharingan, plus the hundreds of cards of magic chakra flowing in the body, not to mention Moody, even Dumbledore can't control it in person he.

If he had time to worry about himself, he might as well worry about Moody accidentally stimulating Sharingan, and being beaten to death on the spot by Yindun Chakra.

"Okay, come on, line up and come forward in turn." Moody waved his wand and moved the desks to both sides of the class: "Which one of you will come first?"

The students lined up behind Jemini consciously.

"..." Jemini sighed, "Okay, I'll go first."

He didn't know whether these people respected him or what, but now that he was standing here, he couldn't say anything.

Jemini took a few steps forward and walked to the center of the classroom. Opposite him, Moody raised his wand: "The soul is out of body!"

Different from other spells, the Imperius Curse is very subtle. There is no green light of Avada, nor the red light of your weapon. It seems that the air fluctuates slightly, like the heat on the asphalt road in summer. A spell fell on Jemini.

The hostile Imperius Curse made the back of the spider's head feel a little uncomfortable, but it didn't feel threatening, as if someone threw a pebble at him.

The moment the spell hit Jemini, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared in Moody's sight.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding scene changed.

The whole world was pitch black, and the fake Moody was shocked to find that his own body had changed back to its original form, into the appearance of his own young body.

where is this?
Compound Potion Not Working?
No, I was in class just now!
A series of thoughts flashed through Little Barty's mind, and the scene in front of him made him a little hard to understand.

"So...I personally don't recommend casting the Imperius Curse on students as a teaching method."

A cold voice appeared next to little Batty's ears, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face, he raised his head in disbelief, and looked in the direction of the sound.

It was a transparent black giant, hundreds of meters tall, dressed in armor, with wings on its back, standing quietly in front of Little Barty.

Jemini stood with his arms folded in the crystal above the giant's head, looking down at little Barty, his scarlet eyes were cold, as if he was looking at an ant.

"what is happening?"

Little Barty's eyes were full of shock, and he couldn't help asking in a trembling voice.

"It's like an ant biting a fire dragon while it was sleeping. The fire dragon naturally couldn't feel anything, but the ant broke its teeth. This is probably the case between us."

Jemini said in a warm voice nonchalantly: "This is the spiritual space constructed by Sharingan. Because of the Imperius Curse, you were drawn in by the stimulated Sharingan. In the end, it's my fault. Although I have tried my best to control it, your weakness is still beyond my expectation."

Little Barty's face trembled, he understood that Jemini was insulting him.

He reached out to touch his body, but was embarrassed to find that there was no wand on him.

"In the spiritual space constructed by Sharingan, I have the final say on everything in it, of course there will be no such thing as a magic wand." Jemini shook his head and laughed: "Mr. Barty Crouch."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Little Barty's face showed a trace of fear.

This unheard of method completely exceeded his expectations, and Jemini's ability also refreshed his understanding of the word wizard, both of which made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

"This question is no good, you should ask me." Jemini smiled briskly: "I should be the one to ask you, why would a person who has been dead for more than ten years pretend to be Alastor Moody Appearance at Hogwarts?"

"I guess, you don't want Harry to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and then find a chance to resurrect Voldemort?"

Jamie asked with a smile.

"How did you know this?" Little Barty's lips trembled: "What do you want? Kill me? Or send me back to Azkaban?"

"Of course not. I'm just an ordinary student. How can I have bad intentions?"

Jemini shook his head and said gently: "I just want to thank you. After all, it is because of you that I discovered the new ability that my eyes have evolved."

"So in order to express my gratitude to you, Mr. Crouch, please also accept my gift from you - a chance for me to be a dog."

As he spoke, Jemini looked into Barty Jr.'s eyes, and Bawen spun rapidly in his scarlet writing wheel eyes.

"Soul out of the body!"

　Today's first more humming~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)