Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

As the class was approaching, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was already full of people.

Everyone took out their Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense and waited quietly. The atmosphere in the classroom was extremely serious.

Soon, the students heard Professor Moody's unique thump-thump footsteps, and the sound was getting closer and closer along the corridor.

Leaning on crutches, Professor Moody walked into the classroom slowly.

His appearance was as scary as usual, but he also possessed a unique charm.

A claw-like wooden foot protruded from under his robes, but Professor Moody didn't seem to care, and didn't even want to magically disguise it as a real foot.

Put these things away, your textbooks, and quills, all put away!

Professor Moody said in a rough voice, walked to the side of the podium with difficulty, sat on the chair, and threw the crutch aside casually,

Judging by my syllabus, these bedtime books for young children probably won't be used this school year.

There was a buzz of excitement in the classroom.

When a professor asks students to put away their books and pens, it means the class is practical.

Leaving aside the practical lessons of other courses, in terms of Defense Against the Dark Arts, only the practical lesson brought by Professor Lockhart in the second year left a bad experience for the little wizards.

In the last semester, the practical class given by Professor Lu Ping was very interesting and benefited the students a lot.

Correspondingly, the courses taught by Professor Quirrell are very boring, and the plays performed by Professor Lockhart are a bit interesting at first, but they also start to become boring later on.

So now Professor Moody is going to give a practical class... His status in the heart of the little wizard is completely full!

Professor Moody took out the roster, shook his head, and shook his long gray hair from his scarred face.

Professor Moody's normal eye moved down the list, while the magic eye began to turn slowly, watching every student who answered.

When he clicked on Harley, Professor Moody raised his head and looked at Harry with his good eye.

After a while, he continued to read the roster.

After the last student finished answering, Professor Moody stuffed the roster back into the desk drawer:

Okay, now let's get to the point.

Before I came to take this position, I received a letter from your last professor, Professor Lupine.

He introduced me to the situation of this course and explained your basics.

Although I don't want to make easy comments on my colleagues, except for the dark wizard.

You are more unfortunate, Professor Moody stood up, Unfortunately, you met two dark wizards with ulterior motives as professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This has greatly slowed down your progress in class.

But you are also more fortunate. I have been in contact with Remus for a long time, and know that he is indeed a top master in dealing with dark magic creatures.

At present, you have learned to deal with most of the common black magic creatures, and even dabble in werewolves, is that so?

The students below all nodded proudly, looking very proud.

But in my opinion, these are useless! Professor Moody's voice raised sharply, and he slapped the table heavily.

Many students sat up straight. In the last row, Lavender and Parvati, who passed the fortune-telling chart of the celestial palace to each other, were even more taken aback, and hurriedly ended their small movements.

But after a while, after the students reacted, some people questioned Professor Moody's words.

Professor, I have a different opinion. After raising her hand and getting Professor Moody's nod, Susan of Hufflepuff stood up,

I think the knowledge we have learned is still very useful.

I think at least in my life I will never forget how to deal with Boggarts, how to deal with red hats, how to expel Hinkpunk.

Oh? Professor Moody sneered with a hoarse voice,

You're Miss Susan Burns, aren't you? Amelia Burns' niece?

After receiving Susan's nod in response, Professor Moody asked gruffly:

So did your aunt tell you about the death records of wizards in recent years?

How many people died from red hoods? How many people died from boggarts? More seriously, how many people died from werewolf teeth?

Did your aunt tell you not to enter Knockturn Alley, where there are dark wizards, and list the number of wizards who die under dark magic every year?

Did she tell you that in the files of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, there are countless cases of black magic wounding and killing?

However, there have been very few cases of magical beasts hurting people in the Department of Magical Creatures Regulation and Control in recent years, and the number of deaths is almost zero!

Susan opened her mouth, but said nothing. After all, Professor Moody was telling the truth.

Professor Moody thumped the floor a few more times with his cane:

As I said, most wizards will hardly encounter many dark magic creatures in this life, and a large part of them are not lethal.

And dark wizards are different. They are the biggest threat to ordinary wizards.

Especially the current magic world is not peaceful, and the undercurrent is raging...

Professor! Hannah raised her hand, I think the magic world is very safe now.

Safe? Professor Moody's mouth twisted into an odd grin.

After a while, he tapped on the blackboard, and a green mark gradually formed on the blackboard.

Many students gasped and subconsciously leaned back.

Miss Aibo, please tell me, what is this mark?

Yes...it's the Dark Mark... Hannah's voice trembled a little, but she didn't speak very clearly.

That's right, it's the Dark Mark. Professor Moody lingered on the podium,

The Dark Mark that symbolizes Voldemort!

After hearing the name, there was another gasp from under the podium, but Professor Moody didn't care.

This symbol just appeared once on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final. It hung brightly in the sky, creating panic and humiliating all Aurors!

And coincidentally, there was also a riot that night, a riot of quite a size.

If it weren't for a certain student in the class who happened to be at the scene, I think there would have been a lot of casualties that day.

With that said, Professor Moody nodded towards Harry.

Harry, I sincerely think you are suitable to be an Auror. You are much better than those useless wooden stakes I brought out!

If I hadn't retired, the Aurors currently serving would have to retake every subject of psychological quality!

Professor Moody waved his wand again, and the markings on the blackboard disappeared. This made the whole class breathe a sigh of relief.

Then I would like to ask everyone, do you still think the current magic world is very safe?

Professor Moody's voice was not loud, but it was deafening,

Is it safe? Not safe!

But what is this, I have seen more dangerous scenes!

Need me to explain to you the wizarding wars I experienced?

Hundreds of giants, ghost corpses everywhere, werewolves elusive... and those dark wizards who hide in the crowd and use deadly black magic to attack at any time!

Have you ever seen the sky covered in all kinds of magical flames and deadly spells? Have you seen the hills of corpses? Have you seen the Aurors and Death Eaters beaten to exhaustion, their eyes are bloodshot, and their hands are bloodshot? Can't hold the wand, but still cast the spell with willpower?

You haven't seen it!

Now you still dare to think that the magic world is absolutely safe, and you have enough self-protection ability!

There was no sound in the classroom, only Harry staring indifferently into Professor Moody's eyes.

The complex emotions in his eyes cannot be faked, and he is worthy of being a legendary Auror.

Professor Moody tapped on the blackboard vigorously:

Now let's get down to business. During this semester, I will teach you some useful knowledge.

The first question in class... Does any of you know which spells are expressly prohibited by wizarding law, and if used, they will be punished with the most severe punishment?

Several hands raised tremblingly, including even Ron who was unwilling to raise his hand once in four years.

Mr. Weasley. Professor Moody looked at Ron, Okay...so please tell me.

I remember a... Imperius Curse. Ron's voice seemed less sure,

This Imperius Curse should be one of the Unforgivable Curses.

My dad mentioned it, as if the spell...caused a... big... big...

It's a big trouble. Professor Moody helped Ron finish what he wanted to say, and nodded appreciatively.

Oh yes, your father must have been very familiar with that spell.

The Imperius Curse is one of the Unforgivable Curses. Although this spell has almost no damage to the human body, it is almost the spell that caused the most trouble to the Ministry of Magic.

Whether it was back then or recently, many people relied on this excuse to get rid of the fate of entering Azkaban!

Professor Moody sneered and waved his wand.

Three glass bottles appeared on the table, each containing a spider.

Ron's body shook violently, and he supported the table with his hands in time, so that he didn't fall down.

Professor Moody knocked on one of the glass bottles, and the cap opened automatically, and the spider flew onto the table.

Out of body. Professor Moody said calmly, pointing his wand at the spider.

There was no light emerging from the tip of his wand, but the swaying spider suddenly calmed down.

Not seeing any movement from Professor Moody, the spider began to jump up and down, and then ran wildly around the bottle.

After running the third lap, it suddenly performed a handstand, and then it did two somersaults in the air.

Eventually, the spider even stood up on its hind legs and began performing a sort of tap dance.

Most of the students laughed, but Professor Moody didn't, nor did Harry, Hermione, or a few others.

Then the laughter died down quickly, and all eyes were on Professor Moody.

You think it's fun, don't you? said Professor Moody softly.

But if the person who fell under this spell was you, and the person who used the spell was a vicious Death Eater, a lunatic with no moral bottom line, would you laugh so happily like you do now?

There was a deathly silence in the classroom, and many students even held their breath.

This is the function of the Imperius Curse. It can make the living beings under the spell completely under my control.

Professor Moody's voice was hoarse, but very clear,

I can make this spider do anything, even those things that are beyond the limit of its life, such as running regardless of limb damage, and fighting.

I could even let it hold its breath and suffocate itself if I wanted to.

Do you still think this is funny?

Seeing the fear on the faces of the students, Professor Moody couldn't help shaking his head.

Look, you guys think your magic level is good enough to deal with those ordinary black magic creatures.

But I use a spell casually, and you feel so scared.

Your mentality is not strong enough, and your level is not high enough, so when facing a dark wizard, there is no room for resistance.

That's why I'm going to give you these lessons, like I told Albus, at least to show you what real cruelty is.

continue!

Professor Moody asked two more students to say the other two incantations in the Unforgivable Curses, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse.

Then he also used those two spiders to demonstrate, and these two spiders also fully demonstrated the power of the spell.

The two spells were not so pleasant to look at, and many young wizards turned pale with fright, nearly passed out or slid off their benches.

Neville's reaction was particularly violent, but Professor Moody lifted the Cruciatus Curse in time, and apologized to Neville without explaining.

This surprised the students, and Neville's reaction was even more surprising.

Professor, it's not your fault.

Neville's hands were still tightly clutching the table in front of him, his knuckles were white, his voice was trembling, but full of determination,

It's my fault... I'm too cowardly... I...

Professor Moody sighed, looked at the students who were full of searching eyes in the classroom, and couldn't help but patted Neville's head lightly.

After asking Neville to stay after class and chat with him about something, Moody continued his lecture.

The detailed explanation of the spells and the abundant cases provided perfectly demonstrate the knowledge reserve of Professor Moody.

It's just the style of the classroom...why does it look like a Death Eater induction course kindly provided by Azkaban?

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(Thanks to the Nine-tailed Flaming Fox boss for the reward!)