Harry Potter's Dharma

Immediately, Zheng Fan realized that he was completely wrong.

The "professor" introduced himself reluctantly, but it was still good. After the introduction, he seemed to remember that he had something to teach these people.

Thus, he looked at the students.

With just a glance, these students immediately felt as if they were being stared at by something terrifying. Suddenly, they couldn't say a word.

Then, Moody glanced at Zheng Fan.

This kind of oppressive feeling, if one hadn't been on the battlefield or experienced countless deaths, probably wouldn't be able to emit.

"After all, I've accepted Principal Dumbledore's invitation to become your Defense Against Black Magic professor. At the very least, I'll teach you how terrifying Black Magic is."

When Moody said this, he was looking at Zheng Fan.

When Moody swept his gaze across the room, he knew that if no one in the room was frightened by him, then Harry Potter's natural airhead wouldn't react to his oppressive aura.

Zheng Fan was the only one who was different.

Zheng Fan was the only one who looked back at Moody.

The powerful aura emanating from his body was enough to suppress the others.

Not to mention his seemingly strange artificial eyes. Just by staring at someone, that person would be scared to the point of peeing their pants.

Zheng Fan was different.

He looked straight into Moody's eyes, as though he wanted to return the oppressive aura back to Moody.

However, as a former Auror who had fought against dark adepts on the battlefield, Moody wasn't intimidated by Zheng Fan's gaze at this moment.

Instead, he looked right back at Moody.

As a result, whenever Moody had a chance in class, he would look at Zheng Fan.

It was not because of any other reason. He simply wanted to let his students know how terrifying Black Magic was and why they had to be prepared for it.

In the face of such terrifying Black Magic, one had to be even more terrifying and have a strong will to reflect it back.

"In Black Magic, there are Unforgivable Curses. Do you know how many types of Unforgivable Curses there are?"

Even in the face of such a scary teacher, Hermione still answered the questions without hesitation when it was time for him to do so.

"There are three types."

Hermione said.

Moody looked at Hermione. His artificial eye was gurgling around, making Hermione feel a little strange. His voice was no longer as loud as it used to be.

"Three?

Why is it called the Unforgivable Curse? "

"Because this is an incantation that cannot be forgiven. Anyone who uses this incantation cannot be forgiven.

Moody hurriedly walked to his own blackboard and started writing on it.

"That's right. The Unforgivable Curse is a black magic that you absolutely cannot use. As long as you use any of it, you will receive a one-way ticket to Azkaban."

As expected of the former Auror. When he talked about Azkaban, he was quite imposing.

"Of course, I know that students of your age will learn some Black Magic. It's not for anything else. It's very likely that you're just curious or want to learn more techniques.

When Moody said this, he was looking at Zheng Fan.

As the leader of Slytherin Academy, Zheng Fan was, of course, the symbol of Slytherin. It was only natural that he would be stared at when he talked about this topic.

"The study of black magic itself is not a very evil thing. Using it is. In the process of studying it, if there is no way to control it, then it will be terrible. Therefore, in my class, in order to prevent you from running off to study black magic by yourself, I will also explain the use of black magic at the same time as I explain the defense against black magic …" "Yes.

As Moody spoke, he walked to the side where the Slytherin students were. Even if no one said anything, it was obvious that those who used Black Magic were from Slytherin.

At this moment, Zheng Fan felt that it was a little strange. Normally, the other professors would only teach the students how to use Black Magic Defense. Moody was the first person who actually started teaching Black Magic.

However, this was probably the result of him becoming Auror.

After all, he had fought on the battlefield too many times.

"However, regarding Black Magic, I will only teach and explain it to you. You can do research on it. But if any of you use Black Magic without me, or if you use it on someone else, you will also receive a ticket to Azkaban."

Suddenly, Moody walked to the podium and pressed a piece of chalk on the blackboard. The chalk immediately shattered into pieces.

It was rare for a Magus to have such great power.

Zheng Fan looked at the angry Moody. Moody's widened eyes, angry voice, and the scar on 2.2's face unintentionally gave the students a psychological burden.

They could not think calmly at all. The only thing that appeared in their minds was that they could not go against their teacher's words.

Of course, as an Auror, Moody showed a different kind of sympathy.

He looked at the students below, and as if to make his words sound less terrifying, he added another sentence.

"However, according to your age, even if you enter Azkaban, you probably won't be sentenced for too long. Locking you up for three to four years is enough to let you brats know that black magic is not to be used casually.

Don't be reckless when you have nothing to do. "