[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

In Wednesday's Potions class, Neville burned the cauldron again. This was the sixth cauldron he had burned.

"Oh! Neville! Be careful!" Winter ducked to the side. If she took a step slower, she would be burned by the burning crucible.

Snape walked straight down to Winter, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, Professor, I avoided it."

"Mr. Longbottom, because of your superb potion skills, congratulations, you have obtained an opportunity for yourself to stay in school and work." Snape said unceremoniously.

Neville had to go and disembowel a large bucket of horned toads. When he came back, his nerves almost collapsed. Winter felt very sorry. If he hadn't said that at that time, maybe Neville's punishment would have been lighter. a little.

Hermione taught Neville a descaling spell that would remove toad entrails from under his fingernails.

The night before Winter's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, she was thinking about how to face Barty Jr., but later found that her thinking was actually unnecessary.

The fourth years of Gryffindor were eagerly looking forward to Moody's first lesson. After lunch on Thursday, before the bell rang, they lined up outside Moody's classroom early. When Hermione arrived, they hurriedly sat down in the four seats directly in front of the podium and took out their respective books were waiting, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

"Can't we talk...?" Winter said softly, "I'm a little nervous about this."

Soon, they heard Moody's distinctive thumping footsteps coming down the corridor. He walked into the classroom, looking as scary as ever. "Put these things away," he said gruffly, glancing at his pocket watch. "These textbooks. You won't need them."

The students put their books into their schoolbags, and Ron looked very excited.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, and began to call names. His normal eye moved down the list, and his magic eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered. . Winter was scared by Moody. Even if he knew it was a fake, it was still scary. Maybe it was the same as knowing that the haunted house was fake but still being scared.

"Okay," Moody said after the last student answered, "I received a letter from Professor Lupine, introducing the situation of this course. You have learned well in dealing with magical creatures, but how to deal with them? In terms of spells, you haven't learned enough. Therefore, I am going to let you experience the spells cast by wizards. I have one year to teach you how to deal with dark magic."

"So...do any of you know which spells will be punished the most severely by wizarding laws?" Several hands were raised tremblingly, including those of Ron and Hermione.

Moody pointed at Ron, but his magic eye was still fixed on Winter. "Uh, that's right," Ron said uncertainly, "My father told me something...named the Imperius Curse?"

"Ah, yes," Moody said appreciatively, "your father must know that spell. I think back then, the Imperius Curse caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic."

Moody stood up with difficulty on his prosthetic leg, opened the drawer of the lectern, and took out a glass bottle.Three big black spiders crawled inside.

Ron shrank back, and Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and held it in his open palm for all to see. Then he pointed his wand at it and murmured: "Out of Body!"

The spider jumped away from Moody's hand. It straightened its legs stiffly, then turned around and somersaulted. It fell on the table and began to do somersaults in a circle. Moody flicked his wand, and it stood up on its hind legs and danced a kind of tap dance.

Everyone laughed except Moody. "You think it's funny, don't you?" he asked in a rough voice, "Would you like it if I did this to you?" The laughter disappeared almost immediately.

"It's totally under my control," Moody said softly, as the spider balled up and began to roll around. "I can make it jump out of the window, or drown itself, or jump into one of your houses. A classmate’s throat…”

Everyone swallowed involuntarily.

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I will teach you how to do it, but it requires a lot of strength of character, and not everyone can master it. You'd better try to avoid being hit by it. Stay vigilant at all times!" He He suddenly yelled, startling everyone, and Wen Te was so frightened that his body shook.

"Miss Misson, you don't have to be afraid, it's just training." Moody said.

Winter was even more frightened.

"Does anyone else know any spells? Illegal spells?"

Hermione raised her hand high again, and Neville also raised his hand, and Neville seemed surprised by her bold move.

"Go ahead," Moody said, his magical eye turning and staring at Neville.

"There's a... Cruciatus Curse."

Neville said softly but clearly. Moody looked at Neville very intently, this time with both eyes at once. "Are you Longbottom?" he said, lowering his magical eye to look at the roster.

"The Cruciatus Curse," Moody said, "You need to zoom in a little bit so you can see clearly," he said, pointing at the spider with his wand, "Get bigger quickly!" The spider swelled and was now bigger than a wolf spider.

Ron couldn't care less about covering up and moved his chair back, as far away from Moody's podium as possible. Moody raised his wand again, pointed at the spider, and said softly: "Crush the bones!"

Immediately, the spider's legs all retracted and clung to the body. It flipped over, while its body twitched violently, shaking from side to side.

"Okay, stop!" Winter screamed. She didn't look at the spider, but looked at Neville. She saw Neville's hands tightly grasping the table in front of him, his joints turned white, and his eyes were wide open. , full of fear.

Moody raised his wand, and the spider's legs relaxed. "Shrink quickly," Moody murmured. The spider shrunk back to its original size and Moody put it back into the bottle. "This spell was also very popular at one time. Well...does anyone else know what the spell is?"

Hermione raised her hand for the third time, but Moody walked towards Winter, "Say." Moody looked at Winter and said.

Winter stared at Moody with disbelief, "...I can't." Moody looked at Winter with both eyes, "Oh...Okay, then...you tell me." Moody turned to Hermione.

"Avada Kedavra," Hermione whispered.

"Ah, yes, this is the last and most powerful spell. Avada Kedavra, the Death Curse." He reached into the bottle and grabbed the third spider, and Moody raised his wand. , "Avada Kedavra!" Moody roared.

A dazzling green light pierced people's eyes, and at the same time there was a chaotic sound, as if an invisible giant flew through the air. At the same time, the spider turned over and lay on its back on the table, with Not a single scratch, but undoubtedly dead.

"This was the first time Winter faced the fear brought about by Avada Kedavra, and she couldn't control her deep breathing.

"Calm down, girl." Moody reassured Winter.

"There is no breaking the spell, no way to resist it. As far as anyone is aware, only one person has escaped this spell, and he is sitting right in front of me." Moody's eyes looked into Harry's.

Winter still hadn't calmed down. The scene just now was in her mind. So when Lily and James died, were they as calm as before? Will they feel pain? Or is it faster than falling asleep? I felt nothing for a moment...

"Avada Kedavra requires very powerful magical power as its foundation. You can all take out your wand, point it at me, and recite this spell. I suspect that I will only get a little nosebleed at most. But that doesn't matter. I I’m here to teach you how to recite the incantation.”

"Okay... these three spells are called the Unforgivable Curses. This is what I want to teach you to resist. You need to be vigilant at all times and never relax. Take out the quill... write these down..."

Winter took out her quill and started taking notes mechanically, but her thoughts still drifted into the distance involuntarily...

I don't know how long it took, but Moody took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and then announced that get out of class was over. As soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged like a flood.

"Mison, please stay here for a while," Moody said.

"You go ahead, I'll be there in a minute." Winter asked them to leave first. "What's the matter? Professor..."

"You look a lot like the same person, my old friend."

"Well...my aunt..."

"Did she give you the ring on your hand? I saw her wearing it." Moody sat on the stool again, opened the curved wine bottle in his hand and took a sip.

"Yes, Professor, what are you drinking?"

"It's not pumpkin juice, wine anyway."

"Can you smell it for me? I've never had a drink."

"Of course, here you go."

Winter was surprised that Moody actually gave it to him. Wasn't he afraid of revealing his secret? Winter took the curved wine bottle and held it up to her nose and smelled it. A strong smell of alcohol hit her nose. It was really wine. She thought it was polyjuice potion in it. what happened?

"Okay, could you please call Neville for me?"

"Okay professor." Winter walked out of the classroom with a confused look on his face.

They have been in class for such a long time and haven’t even taken a sip of Polyjuice Potion. Why haven’t they turned into Barty Jr.? Could it be that... their influence made them change their plans?

She walked down the stairs and happened to see Neville talking to Hermione. "Neville, Professor Moody is calling you."

"Call me? Why." Neville asked Winter in an unnatural tone. "Maybe because he... I don't know, go Neville."

Neville let out a long sigh and went upstairs with heavy steps.

After dinner, Hermione went to the library again, and Winter and the three returned to the tower. Harry talked about the Unforgivable Curse, "If the Ministry of Magic knew that we saw the curse being recited, would they ask Moody and Dumbledore's trouble?" Harry asked as they approached the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Dumbledore is not afraid," Winter said.

The fat lady swung forward, exposing the hole.They crawled into the Gryffindor common room, which was packed and noisy.

Harry Ron went back to the dormitory to get his divination homework, while Winter stayed in the lounge and caught Fred and George sitting on the opposite wall. They were bumping heads like last time, holding quills. They were immersed in studying a piece of parchment. Suddenly, they felt that the light above their heads was gone. They raised their heads together, "Boy, did you hit a wall last time when you wrote your letter?"

"I was scared to death. Who did I think it was? Come and sit here!" Fred pulled Winter to him. "Last time we wrote him a letter in a nice manner, but he ignored us. We decided to write to him again. Write one.”

"To be precise, Fred was going to threaten him," George said.

"It's better not to. After all, Mr. Weasley and he are still colleagues, so it's better to be more tactful." Winter began to help Fred and George choose their words again, although she knew that it was all in vain...

"Hey, Harry is looking at us." Winter noticed Harry's gaze. Fred raised his head and met Harry's eyes. Harry grinned at them and then lowered his head to write his Divination homework. .

After a while, he said, "Okay, that's it. We have to go back to the dormitory. Good night Winter."

"Good night, Winter." The two of them ruffled Winter's hair, and Winter was sure that they did it on purpose.