Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 175 Unforgivable Curse

Snape was sitting motionless on a sofa away from the stove, as if he had fallen asleep. He didn't stand up when Peter mentioned his name, but just raised his left hand as a courtesy to his classmates. Applause in response.

"Dark magic..." he said in a hoarse voice, finally able to talk about his favorite topic majestically, his black eyes sparkling, "Kaleidoscopic, cunning, indestructible."

The students exchanged anxious glances, Harry and Ron were discussing in low voices, Hermione could only concentrate on taking notes, and only Christine Evan looked at Snape with interest.

"The history of the dark arts is as long as the history of the wizards. Long before the four founders founded Hogwarts, long before the wizarding villages in Godric's Hollow appeared, and long before spells were invented and used, the dark arts were made. Countless killings."

"I'm not here to teach you how to use black magic—" He stared into Christine's eyes, obviously using Legilimency again, "Christin Evan, I'm afraid your expectations will be disappointed, I assure you This class does not include any hands-on sessions."

"I want you to get out of the greenhouse and see the really cruel things, so that you won't panic when you actually face them, now..." He coughed twice, sighed, and moved slightly With a touch of the wand, several cages covered with cloth flew from the classroom wall.

He lifted the fabric, and there were panicked mice in each cage. The students probably guessed that nothing good would happen to these mice.

"Black magic has not been banned for as long as you think. At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the three worst and most abused forms of black magic were listed as 'Unforgivable Curses' by the International Federation of Wizards. Anyone who tries Using the Unforgivable Curse on humans is enough for a lifetime in Azkaban."

He tapped one of the cages with his wand and opened the door.

"The soul is out of the body." He pointed at the mouse with the tip of his stick.It came out of the cage obediently, climbed along his wand to the tiger's mouth of his left hand, and squatted down with a dazed look.

"This is the Imperius Curse. The caster can use it to control the minds of others. It is a seemingly gentle spell that can actually cause great chaos."

The little white mouse jumped off Snape's hand, landed on the cage, and began to do sit-ups in style, and the students laughed.

Peter noticed that Snape's hand holding the wand remained motionless, which showed that he did not need to use a wand when he subsequently controlled the people under the Imperius Curse, and cast spells without a wand.

"Look at this mouse, it looks like a human." Snape's mouth twisted into a smile, and he deliberately glanced at Peter sitting by the fire. The students laughed louder, but they didn't Know that Peter's Animagus form is a mouse.

Snape raised his wand, the mouse stopped its sit-ups and returned to its normal posture, and he said lazily, "Cruciate."

Snape's movements were still very small, his expression was bored and indifferent, the mouse squealed under his staff, and frantically twisted its limbs, it curled up its body for a while, and arched its body back for a while, the slender The bald tail is tightly clamped in the middle.

There was no more laughter among the students. The cursed mouse was rolling desperately on the cage, and every muscle in its body was tense because of the pain. Everyone was imagining how cruel such torture would be on people.

Snape looked indifferently at the mouse that had started to foam at the mouth, showing no intention of stopping casting spells.

"This is the Cruciatus Curse," he explained in a flat tone amidst the screams of the rats, "this kind of spell can make people feel bone-piercing pain, and people who have been tortured for a long time will be tortured into lunatics." , and even directly tortured to death.”

Several girls covered their mouths, and most of the boys were suppressing their discomfort.Ever since Peter announced that Snape would teach the Dark Arts in this class, Draco was terrified, and the cruel scene in front of him made him shudder even more.Neville stared at the kicking mouse, his eyes staring, cold sweat rolling down his paper-white forehead.

Peter's heart skipped a beat. He thought of Neville's parents being tortured to the point of madness by Bellatrix. Neville's mother was a round-faced witch. She was tortured until she couldn't even scream...

"Enough, Severus!" Peter stopped, "Neville and Draco can't take it anymore, enough."

Snape stopped casting, and the rat fell onto the cage, its limbs sprawled, its tail still tightly clamped. "Is this unbearable? I wanted to demonstrate the deadly effect of the Cruciatus Curse," he said.

Snape turned to Neville, who was wringing his hands and shaking, as if it wasn't the rats that were tormenting him, but him.

"You're too fragile, Longbottom." Snape stared into Neville's eyes and said contemptuously, "You take your own little pain too seriously. Life itself is cruel."

Neville's shoulders were shaking, big tears were streaming from his eyes, and he looked at Snape through gritted teeth, anger building up in his chest.

Snape said with a sneer, "Okay, after solving Longbottom's little shadow—"

"Shut up! What do you know!" Naviteng stood up from the sofa, "Those Death Eaters..."

The students were in an uproar, and no one thought that Neville, who was always honest and easygoing, would dare to challenge Snape.

Peter understood that Snape's words had touched Neville's bottom line - Neville could endure all bullying from others, but he would never allow anyone to insult his parents.But what Neville didn't know was that Snape was actually not long in the world, and he himself was enduring long-term torture, so he would naturally think that Neville's pain was just a trivial matter.

Snape slowly raised his wand, pointing the tip at Neville, and the students let out a gasp.

"Longbottom, if I were to cast the Cruciatus Curse on you right now, how would you stop me? Shout or cry? If you saw something crueler on the battlefield, you would immediately cover your eyes and pretend it didn't exist Is it? Your weaklings are useless against Bellatrix Lestrange, and what you should do is—"

He pointed the tip of his stick at the rat on all fours and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

A blinding green light flashed, the mouse's tail drooped feebly, its chest stopped rising and falling, it was dead.

"That's what you should do, Longbottom, you should let Bellatrix fall under your staff instead of somehow yelling at a teacher who has nothing to do with it, now, before I get mad sit down."

(End of this chapter)