Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

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The wizard who was arrested seemed to have noticed something, he stopped shouting, and stared at Moody who was walking in front of him, slowly drawing out his wand.

"We don't have much time."

Moody's voice was low, as if he was whispering something close to the wizard's ear, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

"We don't have Veritaserum on hand, and the Ministry has allowed the use of Unforgivable Charms, but you should be aware that neither Hogwarts nor the Ministry of Magic have training for this aspect of spells."

The wizard's bruised face showed a sneering smile, but many onlookers could see a trace of undisguised relaxation in his eyes.

However, at this moment, Moody slowly drew out his wand, his voice was low, but unusually harsh.

"Yeah, none of us have ever used the Unforgivable Curse, unlike you guys. But even if you're not proficient with Imperius Curses, and you're inexperienced with the Death Curse, there's another spell you can try. I happen to be too. I want to know how my colleagues were tortured by this spell."

The pupils in the wizard's eyes shrank suddenly.

The students who were standing around Sherlock and watching this scene couldn't help but grow their mouths.

Someone has already guessed what will happen next.

Hermione subconsciously wanted to turn her head away, not to see what happened next, but soon she gritted her teeth and forced herself to turn her face to the front. sorcerer.

Ron's face was white, and his lips trembled, as if he was saying something, but no sound came out.

Harry wasn't as strong as they had shown, but he clenched his fists tightly and stared at Moody nervously.

Several timid girls, Lavender and Parvati have huddled together.

At this time, Sherlock quietly came to Neville.

On the surface, Neville's reaction seemed far less violent than others had shown, but only Sherlock, who had been paying attention to him, knew that his emotions were tighter than anyone else's at this time, and his body couldn't stop shaking slightly. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were extremely empty.

Sherlock knew a little about his family situation. He knew that his parents, the Longbottom and his wife, were once outstanding Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. Later, after the fall of Voldemort, they were captured by a group of Death Eaters headed by Bella. The Crucifixion pressed the two on the whereabouts of Voldemort, and was eventually tortured into two lunatics, who have been treated in St. Mungo's to this day.

Neville was more terrified of the Unforgivable Curse than anyone else, because it was the spell that made him indistinguishable from an orphan now.

Sherlock patted Neville's shoulder lightly, Neville's body trembled violently, then turned his head to look at him, those eyes that had been filled with cowardice carefully looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock's voice was very soft, and he and Neville stood at the back of the students, speaking in a voice that would not be heard by the third person.

"If you're really scared, Neville, you can close your eyes."

Neville heard what he said, and his lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just let out a small voice like a mosquito.

"......professor."

"There's nothing to be sorry for." Although he didn't say what he wanted to say, Sherlock also guessed what he wanted to say, "I never felt that you were a bad student. In the Fendor lounge, you drew that sword, do you know what it is?"

Neville shrugged and shook his head.

"It was the relic of Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, and legend has it that only someone who truly possesses the qualities Gryffindor values ​​can pull it out, and you have The quality of a true Gryffindor, Neville."

Neville seemed to be stunned, and he listened to Sherlock talking to him in a daze.

"Everyone is unique, just like the stars in the sky. They are all unique. You are no worse than anyone, and you are no less courageous than any Gryffindor, so don't complain about your cowardice and cowardice."

Sherlock finally patted him on the shoulder again and walked back to the front of the students.

Neville, who stayed where he was, stared at his back in a daze, and soon the gaze in Neville's eyes became firm. Speaking to himself.

"Thank you, Professor Forrest."

He didn't close his eyes and cover his ears as Sherlock said he didn't see anything, nothing happened.

Instead, he fixed his eyes on Moody, who had swung his wand and uttered the unforgivable spell in his mouth.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

There was no light of the spell flashing, but where the tip of Moody's wand was aimed at, the wizard curled up desperately like a prawn that had been cooked all the time, and his mouth roared like a A scream from hell.

"what!!!"

The wizard writhes on the ground like a live fish that has been thrown into boiling water.

On his forehead, neck, and arms, blue veins burst out like earthworms, snot, tears and saliva spread all over his face!

Sherlock stared at this scene indifferently, and most of the students around him couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

Many of the little wizards of Hufflepuff put their arms around their heads, buried their faces in their knees, and neither saw nor listened to the scene of purgatory on earth.

Sherlock didn't teach the students to hold their heads up.

For a fifteen-year-old child ~www.NovelMTL.com~ such a scene is indeed too cruel and bloody.

But after careful consideration by Dumbledore and him, he knew that such a thing had to be made known to them.

Even if there is no such thing as the second rise of Voldemort in the future, these students who are protected in the castle all day and think that the current peace in the wizarding world is normal should know.

Who is paying what price for these peace now!

"Where! Say! Williamson! Cevich! And Gardwin! Where have they been taken by you!"

Moody's roar like an angry lion sounded, and at this time, the surrounding pictures, the dilapidated and dark room, and the tattered furniture were all shattered.

These fragments all turned into strands of silver light, which surrounded the students who returned to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, and finally disappeared into the air.

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