[HP] Subversion - Destined

A lot of changes happened this school year. For example, Dumbledore took away Hermione and I's time-turner on the grounds that it would be harmful to our health if we used it too much.Evening remedial classes were also cancelled, and as for Occlumency classes, Dumbledore said Snape would arrange them.

Then I saw Snape's so-called arrangement, he always liked to find fault with my bones while deducting points and punishing me for confinement, Occlumency seemed more like an accessory of no status.Three consecutive confinement since the beginning of school, but he just ordered me to dispose of those disgusting potion raw materials, and threw me a notebook with dense and gorgeous cursive characters for me to read by myself, and then threw me back to Granville before the curfew. There are so many towers, and they don't even say more than ten words to me a day.

The invisibility cloak was not brought back, and the Marauder's Map was searched away, which completely cut off the possibility of my night tour. Little Barty, let Snape worry about it!That damned bastard!Even the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester I can't keep up my spirits.

"Potter! Tell us what the three Unforgivable Curses are?" Moody asked suddenly.

I stood up reflexively: "Yes, professor, they are the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse."

"Very good, five more points for Gryffindor." Moody grabbed the chalk and drew it vigorously on the blackboard, looking like he was cutting the flesh of a dark wizard, and repeated through gritted teeth, "Imperius Curse! Cruciatus Curse! Fate Curses! They are collectively called the Three Unforgivable Curses—Potter! I didn't make you sit down!"

I was startled when I heard his final roar, and I raised my ass that had just touched the bench: "I'm sorry, Professor."

"Don't say sorry to me!" Moody turned around and stared at me angrily, the magic eye turned wildly, and the little animals who had been silent underneath didn't even have the courage to look up at the blackboard, "Your enemy cut your Ear, is it useful to say sorry to you again? Is it useful to say sorry to you again when your enemy killed your relatives and friends? Is it useful to say sorry to you again when your enemy took your life?! Go Go! Go to Merlin and listen to me sorry! Tell Merlin his old man, 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come so early'!" He kept blowing out of his nose like a mad bull.

I pursed my lips helplessly: "You are right, professor, I'm sorry it's useless."

"Very well, sit down." Moody regained his composure almost immediately, and swept over Neville who was trembling beside him with a straight face, "Longbottom, tell me, which of the three forbidden curses do you think is the most unforgivable?" What?"

Hearing his name, Neville trembled exaggeratedly, straightened up abruptly, and ended up bringing the chair upside down, making a loud crashing sound. Immediately, the tense atmosphere was diluted a lot, and several people even laughed out loud. . "Shut up!" Moody slammed the chalk in his hand on the forehead of the person who laughed the loudest, the magic eye swept away, and the air froze again.Then he turned to Neville, who huddled as much as possible to make himself invisible to others, and his tone slowed down: "Longbottom, you continue to answer."

"Yes...it's the Cruciatus Curse...Professor..." Neville murmured, his voice lower than that of a mosquito.

"Huh? Why?" Moody frowned, and Neville opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound, as if he was thinking about something, his eyes were empty, his face was getting paler, and his body was shaking more violently, as if he was about to fall down at any time. However, Moody still stared at him relentlessly and asked: "Answer me, why?"

"Professor!" Neville seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, I raised my hand to interrupt, "Professor, I also think the Cruciatus Curse is the most unforgivable, I think I can answer."

"Oh? Does the Savior like to show off so much?" Moody glanced at me sarcastically, and frowned more tightly at Neville, "Cowardly people are never qualified to talk about revenge, or even recall the past—sit down!" Seeing Neville sitting back on the chair Hermione put aside with a blank expression, Moody raised his chin at me, "You answer, Potter."

"Yes, professor. The effect of the Imperius Curse is to make people lose their minds. They will obey the other party's orders. Even if the other party asks to kill the person they love most, they will do it without hesitation. Its characteristic is that it is 'no self-awareness' , but it is difficult for this spell to work on a determined person. And the Killing Curse will kill people immediately when it hits the target, there is no room for resistance and redemption—of course, my special situation should be excluded.” Self-deprecating I smiled, and I continued, "No one can live to tell what it feels like to be hit by the Killing Curse, but one thing is certain, people will die in an instant, away from this world, and don't need to continue to suffer."

For a moment, I felt that my voice became very ethereal, death, and sometimes a yearning, "The Cruciatus Curse is different from the 'unconscious' and 'instantaneous' of the former two, it will make the caster miserable, it It is a kind of continuous pain, a kind of pain from body to soul, a kind of pain that you can't even kill yourself, a kind of pain that you would rather face Avada's life than death..." My The throat became more and more dry, until finally it was so hoarse that it didn't look like my own. "If you don't stop, no matter how strong the will is, there will only be two ends. Either you will go crazy with pain, or you will die from pain. There will never be numbness." The classroom fell into death General silence, as if everyone was imagining the Cruciatus Curse.

Then Moody waved his hand, and said, "That's right, the Cruciatus Curse is really uncomfortable. I think you, Potter, have been able to explain this feeling very well after your personal experience this summer." The silent crowd suddenly There was a rapid inhalation sound, and people with quick reflexes immediately understood that Moody meant that I had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse not long ago!My friends stared in disbelief, shocked and angry, and I sat back in my seat very calmly under Moody's signal.

"The Imperius Curse will make you do things that you will regret for life without knowing it, so that you can only live in guilt and pain for the rest of your life. The Imperius Curse not only deprives people of the most basic rights of life, but also makes people lose forever. Loved ones, relatives, and friends can never be redeemed, and the death of one person will implicate the pain of countless people. Adding the Cruciatus Curse, these are the three unforgivables!"

After class, Hermione would express some opinions as usual, "Did you see the way he talked about black magic? That kind of hatred and disgust seemed to tear something apart! It is rumored that the dark wizard in Azkaban once It's true that most of them were caught by him!"

Ron looked confused: "Harry, why didn't you tell us that during the summer vacation you were..."

"Ron!" Hermione interrupted him immediately, "Don't make Harry recall the terrible past!"

"Oh... oh..." Ron blushed from being blocked by her, and changed the subject uncomfortably, "Look, Neville..."

Neville stood in front of the small window in the corridor with blank eyes, and suddenly Moody's voice sounded again: "Longbottom! Come with me." Without waiting for a response from the other party, he grabbed Neville's arm and limped away. In our sight.

Hermione said to herself: "He wanted Neville to learn to face it, but he was a little too anxious."

If the first DADA class was worth looking forward to, then the first Potions class was worrying.Even the group of little witches who are obsessed with idols to the point of heinousness can't forget what kind of mess this beautiful professor created two years ago.Although I have reason to believe in Lockhart's ability, potion science is not like the DADA class at that time. If there is a slight mistake in the process of brewing potion, it may cause an irreversible explosion.So Merlin blesses Luoha to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger again!

Before entering the classroom, I even wondered if the cellar would be transformed beyond recognition, but when I actually stepped into the classroom, I found that nothing had changed, which really made me a little... regretful.

"Ladies and gentlemen! You all attended my DADA class two years ago, I, Gilderoy Lockhart..." Lockhart was excited, with a friendly smile on his face, at Snape It's a weird feeling to talk on the podium that I once stood on. I think there must be many people like me who start to imagine what Snape looked like when he was dressed up like Lockhart, smiling and boasting— —Oh, Merlin's panties!

"It's a pity that my great work on Potions has not been published, so you have to continue to use these old textbooks for the time being. Of course, they are basic for you, but unfortunately they are too simple in my eyes, and there are still many contents that have not kept up with the times. Trends—it's even more regrettable that Snape forbade us to change the layout of this classroom. You must understand how unfavorable such a dark and damp cellar is to your little wizards who are growing up! At the same time, it is not good for skin care " Lockhart touched his cheek and frowned seriously, "Isn't it, what a pity!"

"Professor, it's been half an hour since the class, when are you going to give the lecture?" Draco interrupted Lockhart impatiently.

"Oh, yes! Today I will teach you how to brew a fun potion, that is..." Lockhart lowered his voice mysteriously, "Babbling Potion (nonsense potion)!" Some of the little wizards he was upset with got tangled up, especially Slytherin--Merlin!There's a professor teaching students how to make mischief potions in potions class? !

Even Hermione couldn't help frowning, I whispered to myself: "Is he going to continue pretending to be an idiot?"

At this moment, the door of the cellar was pushed open, and Neville stood timidly at the door: "Report...report... just...just now Moody...Professor put me...so...so..."

"Oh! Mr. Longbottom!" Lockhart proclaimed Neville's name in an exaggerated aria, "I know, I know, it's Professor Moody's detention, right? Come in!" His eyes swept across the classroom in an unclear manner, " Come, sit next to Malfoy—I heard that Mr. Malfoy is Snape's favorite student, I hope you can help Longbottom catch up with the teaching progress." Neville froze, Draco looked at the troll Staring at Lockhart, everyone knows Neville's title of "Crucible Killer". Sometimes even Hermione can blow up the cauldron when he looks at him. No one wants to be in a group with him. Lockhart deliberately of it?

"Go and sit down, Mr. Longbottom, we're starting class." Lockhart happily let the chalk dance on the blackboard, writing down all the steps.

Neville cautiously moved to Draco's side, lowering his head not daring to look at Draco's face.Hermione seems to have told Draco what happened in the previous class, he just snorted coldly: "Sit down! I warn you, don't move anything!" Neville, who was trembling slightly with tears in his eyes, frowned, "Empty your mind! Don't think about what you have!" Then he quickly stuffed a piece of something into Neville's hand, and ordered in a low voice, "Eat it!" Neville took it out and saw that it turned out to be a piece of chocolate, and looked back in amazement.

Draco quickly glanced around, and found that I was snickering suspiciously, a blush appeared on his fair face: "What are you laughing at! I'm just...just afraid that he would accidentally add something else when he was trembling." Just go in and explode the cauldron!" Then he ignored me and began to deal with the medicinal materials in a serious manner according to the requirements.

"Pfft...you're right, you're right..." I tried my best not to laugh, "Neville, eat it quickly, you know, Slytherin's concern is always so crooked, hahaha... "

"...Shut up Potter! How did you hear that I care about him!" Draco slapped the table angrily, which attracted curious eyes from the whole classroom, "What are you looking at! Are you all done?!" He stared back hard.

"Ahem, Mr. Malfoy, are you dissatisfied with my class?" Lockhart said with a stiff expression.

"No, Professor." Draco returned to indifference for a moment, gave Lockhart a smirk, and then turned all his attention to the cauldron.