Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 362 Evil Curse

"Hermione goes to Eton School."

Hermione's father took the pendant from his collar, took it off carefully, and then opened the front cover.

The khaki castle is surrounded by young men in windbreakers, who are meticulous and have extraordinary temperament.

Hermione stood in the middle, with her father and mother next to her. In this age without photo-editing, a photo could dispel all doubts.

The sirens of the police cars grew louder and louder, and some of the people who broke into the house were visibly panicked.

"What are you doing? Aren't we all relatives?"

At this time, a guest lying on the hospital bed raised his mobile phone, drank a mouthful of mouthwash next to him, and spit it into a small pool on the other side.

"I finally understand, a bunch of shameless people——"

Some people retreated to the back and tiptoed out of the door, while those who were charging at the front pushed and shoved, and fled in panic by making up an excuse.

When the policeman came in and asked what was going on, the young man shook his cell phone, looking quite apologetic.

Looking at his fair skin and black hair, his unique temperament, and the high-quality fabric he was wearing, the leading white policeman was very nice. He even greeted Hermione's parents before leaving.

"Then be careful, I'm nearby."

In the blink of an eye, the young man disappeared. Hermione's parents looked at each other, and then decided to write a letter and send it to Hogwarts. They were all very surprised that wizards suddenly appeared in the Muggle world openly.

On the other side, the turned-upside-up Hogwarts was carrying a group of young wizards living in dire straits. Some of them could not stand such a terrible schedule and fell ill and became depressed.

Dumbledore visited the students in person and thought for a long time. In the end, he decided to slow down the pace of teaching. After a week of adaptation, the young wizards can choose whether to follow this schedule or not, and their wishes will be fully respected.

One night, the Weasley twins, unable to bear the intense study, sneaked out and ran into Filch who was patrolling the castle.

The twins smiled at each other, then took out all kinds of gadgets from their pockets. As they ran, they discussed how to deal with Filch. They could even join forces with Peeves. This was their only fun.

"Ah - why is Filch nowhere to be seen?"

Fred sensed something was wrong. Filch, who usually should be cursing and sweating behind him, had now disappeared without a trace. The huge changes in the castle some time ago were still vivid in his mind. The twin brothers held hands tightly and leaned against each other.

"Do you think he is too old? His legs and feet are not handy and he can't catch us."

George thought optimistically.

Fred didn't say anything. He just stared straight ahead, where a short man was standing and a lazy cat was lying at his feet.

"You, you, you, you, are not a Squib."

Fred screamed and the twins turned and ran, but unfortunately Filch was not very skilled in using his wand, and the twins were very familiar with the secret passages of Hogwarts Castle, so the twins finally escaped.

Early the next morning, everyone knew that Filch suddenly had magical powers. He was enjoying Hogwarts very much. He was no longer like a ghost that no one cared about, but was now the center of attention.

Draco was sitting at the Slytherin dining table with a small notebook next to him. Different subtitles were scrolling on the notebook. These were the subtitles he had obtained from the goblins with high compensation, based on his father's advice.

He glanced at the people at the teachers' table again. More than half of them were gone. Only Lockhart was eating there with relish. He seemed unable to feel the tense atmosphere. In his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they were still listening to those so-called adventure stories, and Dumbledore did not even stop them. This made Draco very puzzled.

He used a knife to cut the steak on the plate, which was sprinkled with black pepper and had a roasted cherry tomato next to it.

Hermione, who was standing next to her, received a package that contained a bunch of snacks from the Muggle world, several different kinds of Bibles, and a thin envelope at the bottom.

The poor owl was exhausted from delivering such a large amount of things. It stood on the table panting. Ron carefully fed it some buttered bread and sausage.

Next to Harry followed Elliot, the transfer student who now stuck to Harry like a follower. Ron was even squeezed out and could only look at the annoying little fat boy with resentment.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Harry had a headache, and when he looked to the side, a bright white light almost blinded his eyes. Colin had a camera hanging around his neck, and was looking at Harry with admiration on his face.

He would never tell Harry that he had developed his photo and that one photo could even be sold for one gold galleon. A few days ago, Harry's selfless deeds were secretly circulated among the students of Hogwarts.

Quite a few girls were attracted to him, and most boys reluctantly admitted that he was a little better than themselves.

Harry's every move is now magnified in front of everyone's eyes. He is a well-deserved leader, but the person involved is not quite aware of it yet.

Hedwig delivered two letters, one from Dumbledore, inviting him to come to the headmaster's office at ten o'clock in the evening, and the other from Lupin, asking about the man's current situation.

Harry looked inward and saw Hagrid squatting on the edge of the glass wall, staring at the spreading cracks with a fanatical look on his face. He looked at Harry with a little more respect.

Harry obviously felt it, and then ended this silent exchange. Curious? Nervous? Fearful?

That’s not the case. His broken inner world made him more tolerant of what was happening now. Every time he went offline and was refreshed, he became more and more numb.

Wood walked out of the door sweating profusely. Not only did he have to run several kilometers in the morning, but he also had to practice Quidditch moves. For this reason, his breakfast time would be compressed to a very short time, but Wood didn't care.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we have to go to class. Today's classroom is on the fifth floor."

Ron stood up from his chair suddenly, looking at the slightly frustrated Elliot, feeling secretly proud in his heart, first graders should stay where they are supposed to be, so he can't follow him to class, right?

The three of them arrived at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fifth floor. Professor Lockhart had already entered the classroom in advance. His face was unusually serious. There was no autobiography or so-called test questions on the desk, but a shadow and a short and compact wand. There were three mice in the cage.

Harry and the other two arrived at the classroom early. Led by Hermione, they came to the second row and sat right in the middle of the professors.

Lockhart smiled at the three people, but there was obvious hesitation and embarrassment in his expression. At this time, Moody strode into the classroom with a snake wrapped around his body.

"Master!"

This is a very old name, which is enough to describe Harry's feelings towards Moody. Under his strange appearance, he has a compassionate heart, a kind heart, and a strong will.

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up, and a long-lost warm emotion filled his chest. Moody's prosthetic eye rolled around a few times, staring at Harry as if he had peed through a hole in him.

Ron felt creepy just by looking at them, but Harry seemed to be used to it, and the smile on his face did not change at all.

"Ugh--"

Moody nodded and responded, standing beside Lockhart, chattering, no one knew what he was talking about. The two argued for a moment, and then reached an agreement. Moody left contentedly, and at this time, people gradually gathered in the classroom.

"Okay, let's start the class."

Lockhart didn't talk nonsense today. The strange and bizarre stories of the past have disappeared. What is now before everyone is the heavy reality and the life-and-death battle.

"Does anyone know what the three unforgivable curses are?"

Neville Longbottom was sitting below, his face was pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and he bent down. Ron had a strange look on his face, Harry was calm, and Hermione raised her hand high.

Harry was greatly amazed. In her previous life, when she was in the fourth grade, Hermione's knowledge far exceeded that of her peers. But now, in the second grade, Hermione already knew some of the knowledge that her peers didn't know.

Dr. Honey felt that if he didn't cheat, he would never be able to compare with Hermione.

"Well, Miss Granger."

Lockhart was willing to give Hermione a chance to perform as this good student who had always been active and lively in his class.

"Please say a spell first."

"Cruciatus Curse, sir." Hermione was a little scared. She seemed to remember something, her temples were slightly wet, and her eyes were darting around.

"Okay, Miss Granger, three points for Gryffindor."

Lockhart glanced at everyone present again. Neville was obviously relieved, and his huge movement attracted Lockhart's attention.

"Mr. Longbottom, do you have any insights?"

"No, I don't know Professor."

A voice as small as a mosquito was heard. Lockhart looked at Neville, and saw that his legs were shaking under the table, so he chose to let him go.

Lockhart's eyes were fixed on Harry.

"I know, Professor."

"please say."

"Avada Kedavra."

This is the spell that Ron remembers most from Harry Potter in his previous life. Of course, it is as important as Expelliarmus.

Hermione was not surprised, nor did she realize what kind of knowledge this so-called common sense of hers actually was.

She originally lived in the Muggle world, which was very different from the wizards she had been exposed to since childhood. This made Hermione extremely worried, so she went to an overcorrection approach.

"Okay, three points for Gryffindor."

Lockhart did not act funny today, nor did he flash his signature shining smile.

He cast his gaze at the silent group of Hufflepuffs. Well, the cautious little Hufflepuffs lowered their heads, fearing that they would attract the teacher's attention by making eye contact.

"You tell me about that last one, Harry."

Lockhart decided to speed up the class.

"It's the Imperius Curse, Professor."

It was really a coincidence. Lockhart looked at Harry meaningfully and added three points as usual.

"Today we are going to show you what these three unforgivable curses really mean."

He did not give the little wizards time to react, and shot a green light at the first little mouse silently. The mouse, which had been chirping just now, instantly lost its soul and lay motionless on the table.

There were a few slight gasps, but it was much better than the previous life. Harry once again realized that the disaster brought by the old dragon was a heavy mountain falling on everyone.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

This is much stronger than the visual effect brought by Avada Kedavra. Compared with the momentary shock, this heart-wrenching cry from the depths of the soul is more chilling.

Neville crawled under the table in fear, and Lockhart weighed the tortured half-dead mouse in front of Neville.

"Child, look and don't be afraid."

Harry stood up and stood in front of Neville, blocking Lockhart. "Professor, it's time for the next spell."

Lockhart looked at Harry, then at Neville who was covering his ears, and said insincerely, "Ah, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"The Imperius Curse!"

Lockhart was describing the feeling of using the Imperius Curse, a spell he used far more skillfully than the other two. He even smiled and spoke of the wonderful feeling in an encouraging tone.

"A warm current penetrates into your body from your wrist, and you feel your soul is refreshed."

Faced with Lockhart's deception, Harry was very suspicious of his intentions and determined to report him severely when he met Dumbledore tonight.

Lockhart's mouse came over to Ron and performed a pretty perfect tap dance move, which would have been even better if it hadn't been done on Ron's hair.

Ron felt very familiar. Compared to a spider, a cute little mouse made him feel sincerely comforted, so he simply stopped being a spider.

This last spell was apparently somewhat amusing, and the atmosphere in the audience began to relax. "I will use the Imperius Curse to make you draw a big turtle on your face."

Lockhart looked serious, knowing that having a mouse tap dance might arouse their interest, so he directed the mouse to jump onto the podium and then directed him to fall freely.

The mouse, which was alive and kicking just now, now fell heavily to the ground, leaving a small pool of blood.

Screams filled the entire classroom, and Harry had the foresight to cover his ears in advance.

"Don't think it's funny. During the period when Voldemort was rampant more than a decade ago, many people were controlled by the Imperius Curse. They killed their loved ones, sacrificed their property, and harmed their bodies."

The classroom was silent.

Obviously everyone realized how terrible it would be to be controlled by someone else.

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