HP Magic Biography

Gryffindor fourth graders, eagerly looking forward to Moody's first class because of word of mouth from senior years, arrived before the bell rang after lunch and lined up outside the classroom.

The only one not there was Hermione, who was just in time for class.

I am here……

Hermione was dressed roughly, and Fan Lin supported her with one hand.

The library, Harry finished for her. Hurry up, or we won't have any seats.

They hurriedly sat down on the four chairs in front of the podium, took out the Guidelines for Defense against Evil Forces, and waited in an exceptionally quiet manner.

Fan Lin was looking forward to what this parallel import would bring them.

dark magic? Or, the Unforgivable Curse?

Soon they heard Moody's clucking footsteps coming down the corridor.

Moody limped into the classroom, as foreign and scary as ever.

All they could see was his clawed wooden feet sticking out from under his robes.

You can take those things. He growled, walked to the podium and sat down, You won't use those books.

Everyone obediently put these books into their schoolbags. In fact, whenever the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor said so, the class would definitely be much more interesting.

They put the book back in the bag, and Ron looked excited.

Moody took out the register, plucked the long gray mane from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll the roll, his normal eyes gradually scanning down the list while his magic eye rolled, Keep an eye on every student who should arrive.

Okay. When the last person arrived and showed his presence, he said, I got a letter about this class from Professor Lupine and Professor Black respectively. It seems that you have a good idea of ​​how to deal with evil things. A solid base—you've got Bogutus, Red Hood, Kinkpunks, Grindellos, Capes, and Violet, right?

Most of the students approved of his words.

But you're behind, very behind, in dealing with spells, said Moody, so I want you to know how wizards can play each other, and I've got a year to teach you how to deal with black—

What,

won't you stay Ron blurted out.

Moody's magic eyes turned to stare at Ron, who looked terrified, but Moody smiled after a while—the first time Harry had seen him smile, and the result was that the scarred face looked distorted. More so, however, and it was always a relief to know he'd smile for friendliness, and Ron looked much more relaxed.

You are Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you? Moody said, Your father helped me out of trouble a few days ago... yes, I only stay for one year, thanks to Dumbledore's wrong love... one year , and then go back to retire quietly.

He laughed hoarsely, and patted his veiny hand.

So, straight to the spells, they come in all shapes and sizes, and as per the instructions of the Ministry of Magic, I'm going to teach you the anti-Dark arts, and after that, I'm going to show you the illegal What are black magic spells like, but Professor Dumbledore spoke highly of you and thought you could handle it. My opinion is that the sooner you know what you are guarding against, the better, but how do you protect yourself from those who come from What about things you haven't seen? A wizard who wants to cast a jinx on you won't tell you what he's doing. He's not going to cast a spell on you in a friendly, polite manner in your face. You have to be on your guard, you must Be vigilant, Miss Brown, and you'll have to put that thing aside while I lecture.

Levinden was taken aback and blushed. She had just shown Pwright the newly completed horoscope map under the table. Moody's magic eye could not only see through her head, but also through wood.

So, do any of you know what are the most punishing spells under witchcraft law?

Several hands went up one after another, including Ron's and Hermione's, and Moody pointed at Ron, but his magic eyes were still on Levinden.

Hmm, Ron said tentatively, my dad told me there was one...was it called the Imperius Curse, or something?

Oh, yes, said Moody admiringly. Your father should know that. The Imperius spell has been around for a while and has caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry.

Fan Lin's brows were tightly furrowed, this was definitely not what Dumbledore meant.

It looked as though Moody was planning to cast the Unforgivable Curse on the classroom. Although according to the original Moody, there is nothing wrong with doing this, but it should not exist in the classroom.

Not to mention violating or not violating Ministry of Magic regulations.

Hogwarts isn't Durmstrang, and Hogwarts can't afford a second Voldemort...

Moody's magic eyes are definitely not staring at Brown. Fan Lin can feel something looking at him, and it seems that he doesn't have a complete grasp.

As far as Fan Lin knows, Moody's magic eye is a very clever alchemy product, which perfectly integrates with the human body, which is rare in the circle of alchemists, and it also has very powerful effects.

Perspective, and Legilimency.

Moody's asymmetrical feet struggled to support him, his face trembled, his tongue sticking out slightly, and he looked excited.

Moody stood up, he opened the drawer, took out a glass jar, and there were three huge giant spiders in it, and Ron shrank a little beside him--Ron hates spiders, this is something everyone knows, Ron En showed it against Bogut.

Moody's hand reached into the jar, grabbed a spider, and placed it on the palm of his hand so that all the students could see it.

Now, what do you want him to do?

Moody inquired, his tone somewhat expectant, and then, pointing his wand at it, he said, (Out of body)!

A tiny ray of light sank into the spider's body, and Fan Lin observed that the spider's body was slightly swollen.

When acting on the human body, this spell will not bring about such changes.

Under the control of the wand, the spider jumped out of Moody's palm and began to swing back and forth like a sway, it stretched out its legs stiffly, flipped backwards, the thread broke, and the spider fell on the table, it began to resemble a wheel Turning around in the same way.

Moody flicked his wand, and the spider reared itself up on two legs, no doubt doing a dab.

Everyone laughed.

Moody swung his wand again, and the spider rose into the air.

It began to fall on the students continuously, such as Ron's tabletop, Neville's clothes, Brown's back of his hand, to Finnigan... Well, Finnigan took a book and knocked the spider away go out.

Everyone laughed very happily.

Then what about this? With a slight movement of Moody's wand, the spider clung to the window in a large letterform.

Or, like this? The spider landed on the edge of the bucket.

His limbs trembled constantly, as if he wanted to firmly grasp the edge of the bucket.

But under Moody's control, the spider's only survival instinct doesn't work very well.

Everyone laughed a little bit reluctantly.

You think it's funny? he growled. Would you be happy if I cast a spell on you?

The laughter stopped immediately.

At my mercy, Moody said quietly, as the spider curled up and rolled around, I can make it jump out the window, drown itself, or throw it down your throats...

Ron couldn't help trembling.

A few years ago, many wizards and mages said they were under the Imperius spell, Moody said.

Harry knew he was talking about the time when Barty Crouch was in power, or rather, Voldemort's time.

One of the jobs of the Ministry is to try to distinguish who is passive and who is active.

One of Moody's eyes was fixed on Harry, and so was the other magical eye, and he focused on it unconsciously.

The out-of-body spell can be broken. I will teach you how to break it, but it requires strong willpower. Not everyone has this willpower. If you can, you'd better avoid it and stay vigilant! He said Shouting, everyone was startled.

Moody lifted the juggling spider and threw it back into the jar. Anyone else know illegal spells?

Hermione raised her hand again, and to Harry's a little surprise Neville also raised his hand, which he usually only raised his hand for when he was in Arithmancy, which he was good at.

Even Neville was amazed at his audacity.

What is it? Moody's magic eyes turned to Neville. There is one, called the Cruciatus Curse. Neville's voice was small but clear.

Moody kept his eyes fixed on Neville this time.

Is your name Longbottom? He lowered his magic eyes, looking at the registration book.

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody didn't ask any more questions. Turning to the class, he took another spider out of the jar and put it on the table. The spider was obviously too frightened to move.

The Cruciatus spell, Moody said, it'll take something bigger for you to understand. Pointing his wand at the spider, he said, (Get bigger)!

The spider swelled rapidly, larger than a tarantula, and Ron, no longer hiding his fear, pulled his chair as far away from Moody's desk as possible.

Moody swung his wand again, pointed at the spider and said, (Cruciate)!

As soon as the words were spoken, the spider bent its legs towards him, and it rolled, twisted violently, swayed from side to side, it didn't make any sound, but Harry was sure that if it could, it would be screaming loudly, and Moody waved his The wand, the spider began to tremble and move violently.

Stop! Hermione screamed. Fan Lin looked at her in surprise, she was not looking at the spider, but at Neville.

Following her gaze, Fan Lin noticed that Neville's clenched fists were placed on the table in front of him, his knuckles were white, his eyes were wide open, and he looked terrified.

Moody raised his wand, and the spider's legs slackened, but it continued to wriggle.

(Get smaller), read Moody, and the restored spider was put back in the jar.

Painful, Modi said softly, if you could cast the Cruciatus Curse, you wouldn't need finger-pinching instruments or knives to torment people. . . This spell was once abused, too.

Okay, does anyone know any other spells?

Harry looked around, guessing from the expressions on everyone's faces that they were all wondering what would happen to the last spider, and when Hermione raised her hand for the third time, her hand shook slightly.

What is it? Moody said, looking at her.

Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra)!

Fan Lin recited the spell first. In his opinion, this kind of thing should not be left to Hermione.

Several people, including Ron, looked at Fan Lin anxiously.

Ah, yes, Modi said, twisting his missing mouth in a slight smile, yes, the last and most vicious spell, Avada Kedavra...the curse of death.

I don't think this spell should be displayed in front of everyone, Professor Moody. Fan Lin frowned, and the boldness of the fake Moody exceeded expectations.

Mr. Fanlin Ayer, Moody said, Not every young wizard can fight a dark wizard like you. They should understand the dark wizard's methods, the most terrifying methods.

Moody said, he didn't mean to stop.

Fan Lin squeezed his fist slightly, Hermione looked at Fan Lin anxiously.

Moody reached into the can.

As if knowing its doom, the third spider scrambled frantically at the bottom of the tank, trying to avoid Moody's hand.

But in the end, Moody caught the spider and put it on the countertop, and the spider raised his wand on the wooden tabletop, and Harry felt a sudden sense of foreboding.

Avada Kedavra! roared Moody.

A dazzling green light flashed, accompanied by a loud noise, as if an invisible giant roared in the air, at the same time, the spider turned over, there was no sign of it, but it was obviously dead, several girls held back their screams The spider slid towards Ron, and Ron fell backwards, almost knocking over the chair.

Moody swept the dead spider down to the ground.

Poisonous enough, he said quietly, it's hard to bear, there is no spell to counter it, nothing can stop this spell, and the only man known to have escaped the spell of death is sitting in front of me.

Unlike everyone else, Fan Lin's expression can be described as shocking.

If someone can observe Fan Lin's eyes, they will be able to see that Fan Lin's eyes have completely turned blue.

He tried to get the spider away, but Moody caught him in a split second and stopped him.

That kind of magic power is very viscous, but it seems that there is some kind of magic, and Fan Lin can't remember that he encountered it there.

He hasn't fully recovered yet, it will take at least a month, and he can't do anything before that.

Fan Lin tried his best to calm down, but it only took a moment. Apart from him and Moody, only Hermione beside him felt a little cold.

Hermione, however, was more astonished.

The impact of Avada Kedavra is too great, for young wizards, everyone is exposed to this spell for the first time.

Ron used it when he was unconscious, but Ron's magic power was too weak, and it was impossible to create such momentum as Moody.

Just like Harry remembered, the pale green light, the horrible thing.

In an instant, all the bad things rushed into his mind, like a nightmare, even, Harry had an illusion, that illusion of forehead pain, as if Voldemort was standing in front of him.

That horrible person, that hateful face.