I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The eyes in the classroom couldn't help but focus on John. In the first grade, John was controlled by the Imperius Curse.

John's expression remained calm, and he saw Daphne's concerned eyes.

He shook his head slightly to indicate that nothing was wrong. He was just pretending to be soul-seized in the first place, so he could just say whatever he wanted.

"Years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Imperius Curse, which made the Ministry of Magic very busy. They had to distinguish who was lying and who was forced to do so."

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted. I will give you the method, but it requires a strong personality. The best way is not to be hit by it." As if he had seen enough of John's expression, Moody suddenly Yelling: "Remember, always be vigilant!"

The spider was roughly picked up and thrown back into the glass bottle, and Moody asked again, "Who else knows what spell?"

Under everyone's surprised gazes, Neville actually raised his hand.

Moody pointed at Neville, who said softly but clearly: "There is... a Cruciatus Curse."

"Longbottom."

Moody looked at Neville with two rare eyes and took out the second spider from the glass bottle.

Use a magnification spell on a spider to make it larger than a wolf spider.

Ron moved his chair back as if he wouldn't be hit.

Moody pointed his wand at the spider and said softly, "Crucio."

Even though the spider didn't make a sound, its painful posture made people sure that it was screaming desperately at the moment.

Neville's face turned pale and he closed his eyes in pain.

"Stop!" Hermione screamed, interrupting Moody as he continued to torture the spider.

Moody stopped, shrunk the spider and threw it back into the glass bottle.

"Excruciating pain," Moody said softly: "If you know the Cruciatus Curse, you can easily torture people crazy without any other tools. Well, who else knows what spell."

Hermione raised her hand for the third time, and Moody finally chose her.

"Avada Kedavra," Hermione whispered, as if speaking louder would accidentally kill someone.

"Yes, this is the last and most unforgivable one... the killing curse." Moody's lips twitched, forcing out an ugly smile.

The last spider was taken out, and Moody raised his wand. The other students had pleading eyes, hoping that he would not say the curse.

"Avada Kedavra"

The voice was particularly soft, as if someone was saying good night.

Green light pierced his eyes, and the spider's body remained motionless without a single scratch.

It's dead.

Several students covered their mouths hard to stifle their screams.

The spider's body was slithered by the impact, sliding towards Ron, causing him to lean back in fear and almost fall.

"Calm, very unpleasant, this is the Killing Curse, there is no breaking curse, there is no way to resist it."

As he spoke, Moody's normal eye looked at Harry, and his magic eye looked at John.

"As far as anyone is aware, only one person has escaped such a spell, and I'm talking about the Killing Curse in its full glory."

The students looked at each other, and Moody said calmly: "Avada Kedavra requires very powerful magical power as its foundation. You can all take out your wands, point them at me, and recite this spell."

Moody smiled, but this smile was as unpleasant as the Killing Curse, a little penetrating.

"I suspect that I will only get a little nosebleed at most, just like Wick. His situation is very pitiful and extremely lucky. The person who chanted the curse is extremely weak. He probably doesn't even have the magic power you have now."

John curled his lips when he was called for the second time. There was a savior who had been hit by Voldemort's killing curse. Could you please stop calling him?

The reason why the Unforgivable Curse is unforgivable is because using it means going to Azkaban.

Of course, Moody wouldn't go in.

The reality is that you can't expect some people to be equal to ordinary people.

After class, the students were like rabbits out of trouble, walking fast one by one, and still discussing the lesson.

"John, you collected two of the three Unforgivable Curses."

When Malfoy said these words, Goyle was walking and talking to Crabbe, and hit Malfoy directly on the back of the head. The two of them fell into the mud together.

Well, Fatty fell down.

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Chapter 195 Neville’s concerns and my rejection

Neville stood alone in the corridor, his hands clenching unconsciously.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

The armor he used as his sparring partner screamed, and Neville finally reacted. He was a little embarrassed when he looked at the armor hand that was crushed by him.

Hermione noticed Neville's abnormality, and she was a little worried about Neville.

"Neville?" Hermione asked softly, approaching Neville.

"Hey, oh, hello." Neville was too busy trying to squeeze his armored hand back.

Ron saw the crushed hand, swallowed hard, and whispered to Harry: "He can definitely crush my head with one hand."

Harry also nodded with understanding. Neville was much taller now, and his arms were obviously thicker. He used to have a small belly, but now it is gone, and his chest muscles are well developed.

If it weren't for the loose wizard robe, it probably wouldn't be able to cover it.

Hermione leaned over worriedly. She was a careful girl and could naturally tell that something was wrong with Neville.

Just as the three little ones were comforting themselves, Malfoy's voice sounded like he was in need of a beating.

"Hey, Neville Longbottom, are you scared out of your wits?"

Ron immediately turned around as if he smelled the scent and shouted: "Get out of here, Malfoy!"

Malfoy ignored him and still provoked: "Three laps of the Black Lake, come or not."

"What are the three circles of the Black Lake?" Harry didn't know what he was talking about.

Upon hearing this, Neville gave up his hand on healing the armor and said to Malfoy, "Add weight."

Malfoy grinned and turned around to leave.

Neville thanked the three little ones: "Thank you for taking care of me. I'm fine, just a little..."

As the words came to his lips, a lonely look flashed across Neville's face, and he quickly walked downstairs.

Harry said in surprise: "When did Malfoy and Neville have such a good relationship?"

Hermione glared at the stupid boy with hatred and said sharply: "Have you never noticed what Neville is wearing?"

"What?" Ron also looked confused.

"The emblem, what Percy said, the emblem of the Star Society."

The future Minister of Magic and her two idiots, Hermione seemed to be looking at two rotten logs.

Ron said in disbelief: "No, I don't even know when he joined."

Harry nodded repeatedly. The two of them were in the same dormitory as Neville and had never noticed this.

Hermione looked tired, tired, destroy it.

There was a thumping sound behind them. They turned around and saw Moody limping towards this side. He said in a rough voice, "Do you see where Longbottom is?"

…

Neville had weights tied to his body, and an armor was dragged behind his back by a rope. There was a wooden board under the armor, and he was still yelling: "Slow down, I'm going to fall apart."

He sprinted with his head down, and behind him was Malfoy, who was gritting his teeth and sweating profusely, also pulling a suit of armor.

The armor shouted loudly: "Woohoo, I am a knight, run faster, my little dragon."

Malfoy wanted to throw the armor into the water, but tentacles surfaced on the edge of the black lake.

The giant squid is watching from the water, and some mermaids also pop up to bet on who will win between the two.

John sat on a large rock that still showed signs of being dragged along.

He stared at Neville and said, "Neville has something on his mind today."

He thought about Neville's parents in the hospital, thinking that the Cruciatus Curse brought back bad memories for Neville.

Next to him, Heinrich took off his robe, wearing short sleeves, and handed a glass of water to John.

After taking it and drinking it down in one gulp, John narrowed his eyes and thought: "It's time to deal with the matter of Neville's parents. They were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, which caused some mental problems."

To groom a person back to normal is no less difficult than performing soul surgery. John has unicorn psychic magic, so he should be able to try it.

After looking at the magic power that would be upgraded in a few days, John decided to give it a try after the upgrade.

After three rounds, Malfoy sat down, and the armor behind him waved the picked branches dissatisfied: "How can you stop."

"Shut up!" Malfoy glared at the armor fiercely.

Looking up and looking ahead, Neville was still running.

"Neville." John stood on the stone and looked at Neville, telling him to stop running.

Turning his head, Neville didn't know whether it was sweat or tears on his face.

His eyes were red, trying to vent his emotions through this method.

John touched the badge lightly and said with a smile: "Your parents, I will cure them for you."

Neville, who was still able to hold on, seemed to have been drained of his strength. His feet became weak and he knelt down by the lake. He tried to stand up but had no strength. In the end, he put his hand on the ground and wiped his eyes with one hand.

"John, I know, I know, how they tortured my parents. Others say my parents are heroes, but, but I..."

Neville had runny nose and tears. He had been holding it in for too long.

Everyone in Qunxing Society did not laugh at him, but waited quietly.

"I just want to see my parents doing well, even if they call me Neville." He shouted loudly.

Everyone is mourning the loss of the savior Harry Potter's parents.

However, that year, Neville Longbottom's parents also encountered something unexpected.

Malfoy staggered to his feet and said viciously: "Stop crying, I'll run one more lap with you!"

John glanced at Malfoy's trembling legs with a strange expression, waved his hands wordlessly and said, "You'd better go back to the lounge and lie down, Neville, okay, believe me, I can treat your parents."

Neville burst into tears, finally letting out all the emotions he felt coming out of the hospital.

The next day, Neville was in high spirits, as if nothing had happened.

John writes in the auditorium.

A hundred owls flew into the auditorium, and they were bustling with activity.

Unnoticed, a black long-eared owl flew to John's shoulder.

Basil, the white snowy owl, nuzzled Riddle, and then the two owls flew away with several letters each.

"I'm going to the Forbidden Forest. I don't have enough unicorn horns."

To treat Neville's parents, a potion is needed. The unicorn horn from last time was made into a potion and given to Nagini.

Friday.

In the classroom, John still performed stably, and he was a ruthless scoring machine.

Except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, John almost always scores the most points.

Malfoy also answered a few questions and received 5 points.

After one day of classes, John went to the secret room of the Star Society.

Before entering, he took a look at the magic.

Since the beginning of school, no one else has come in.

"This confusion spell is very powerful. What does he want to do?"

John walked into the secret room and raised his hand to summon the next star map.