[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Time passed quickly, and for the next two days, no one mentioned Moody in front of Draco, as if everyone didn't know what happened after the divination class that day.Maybe it was Harry who played a role in it. No one in Gryffindor who was not open-eyed provoked Draco with this incident. Only the light-colored eyes of the person concerned were still turbulent when facing Moody. .

The Potions class of Slytherin House this semester was still closed with the Lion House. Snape walked into the classroom in a black robe, but there was a tall, thin and handsome man behind him.Although the teaching assistant was just an excuse for Sirius to stay at Hogwarts, Snape seemed to feel that this man should be allowed to fulfill his duties and obligations as a teaching assistant.

Being a teaching assistant was hard, and being Snape's teaching assistant was even harder. During the whole Potions class, Sirius would open up a large bucket of longhorned toads that were said to be used that day in the corner.He had never done such a thing, even when he was a student who often got into trouble, Slughorn, the potions professor at the time, never punished him like this.I saw Sirius grab a toad that was trying to escape from him in a strange way, and sent it to Merlin with hands full of toad's internal organs between the nails, so that all the little wizards who witnessed the toad's painful death, It is based on a handful of bitter tears.

Not long after, poor Longbottom burned his own cauldron, which was already the sixth one he had burned, and Snape unceremoniously punished him by staying in school for labour.Sirius patted the round-faced boy's shoulder with his toad blood-stained palms in relief. At least he has a companion tonight. With such a big bucket of long-horned toad, I don't know when it will be messed up...

"Why did Sirius come to the school? He doesn't have the same purpose as Lockhart!" Draco guessed while cutting ginger root, "Igil, if he dares to have ill feelings towards my godfather, even He's a Blake, and I'm rude to him!"

"You think too much, Draco." Igil threw a handful of ginger roots to Draco to continue chopping.Not every wizard has different ideas about the same sex, and the union between wizards is rare even in the wizarding world.

"I don't know what Lockhart is doing now. I haven't seen any news about him since the last World Cup." Draco thought of the dazzling blond man. Ever since he left school, Hogwarts None of Ci's Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers were pleasing to the eye.

"Maybe he should be a coolie somewhere." Igil muttered in a low voice.Offended Tom Slytherin, Lockhart's fate can be imagined.

After lunch on Thursday, when the little snakes walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the little lions were almost all there, thanks to the publicity of the seniors, who praised Professor Moody. The curiosity of these Gryffindors was set high.

The seats in the front row were all occupied by the lion cubs, and Draco took Igil to sit in the last row.They had just opened the textbook when they heard Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps coming down the corridor.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, "these textbooks. You don't need them." The little wizards put their books in their schoolbags, and Moody took out the roster and began to call names. The coin-sized magic eye turned to the answering student, and the little wizards who were no longer afraid of his appearance felt very refreshed.After the last student answered, Moody closed the roster and mentioned the previous teacher to them.

"I received a letter from Professor Lupine introducing the course. It seems that you have mastered a lot of basic knowledge about how to deal with dark magic animals. But you still have a lot to learn about how to deal with spells." Not enough. So I'm going to give you a taste of the spells cast among wizards. I've had a year to teach you how to deal with the Dark—"

"What, what did you say?" Ron blurted out, and Moody turned his head to stare at Ron.

"You're Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you?" The smile made Moody's scarred face look weird. "A few days ago, your father helped me out of a very difficult situation... yeah , I'll only teach for a year. Do Dumbledore a favor..."

"Just work at Hogwarts for one year, this time next year." At this time, Igil, who was sitting in the last row, heard Draco whisper.He quietly put his hand in front of Draco and took his pale hand.The platinum boy's pale eyes turned away from Moody, still with some lingering coldness.

Igil nodded slightly towards Draco, he didn't know what he was going to express, but Draco seemed to understand what he meant, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"A sorcerer is going to cast an illegal spell on you, and he will not tell you his intentions. He will not cast a spell on you frankly, fairly, and politely. You must be prepared and vigilant." Mudina Only magic eyes fixed on one of the lionhouse witches. "You'd better put that thing away while I speak, Miss Brown."

The little witch was startled, she blushed and took out the fortune-telling chart of the celestial palace drawn under the table.Apparently, Moody's Eye could penetrate not only the back of his own head, but solid wood as well.When Moody stared at the back row of the classroom with this magic eye, Igil withdrew his arm, and the platinum boy's pale backs of hands and earlobes were slightly red.

"So...does any of you know which spells are subject to the most severe penalties under wizarding law?" Several hands were raised tremblingly, but Moody ignored them and pointed at Draco.

"This question doesn't have much depth, sir." The platinum-haired boy stood up slowly on purpose, looking very arrogant, "My father told me a long time ago that the three must-haves who will be punished most severely by wizard law Forgiveness Curse: Imperius Curse, Cruciatus Curse, and... Death Curse."

"Ah, yes," Moody said appreciatively, "your father must have mastered them. Back then, he said he had the Imperius Curse." There was a tinge of contempt in his tone.

"I think the Ministry of Magic has made a wise judgment, Professor Moody!" Draco sat back heavily in his seat, the cubs whispered to each other, and Igil and his friends looked at him worriedly.

"Why is he always against me!" Draco lowered his angry voice.

"Because he was an Auror before, Draco." Igil reassured.

"But now he's just an old lunatic with persecutory paranoia," Pansy said. "Like the newspaper said, he blew up his own trash can."

Hearing what they said, Draco's face softened.On the podium, Moody is casting a spell on a spider. "Out of body!" the spider tap-danced under the Imperius Curse.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" Moody gruffly asked the laughing young wizards. "Would you like it if I did this to you?" The laughter in the classroom died away almost immediately.

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I will teach you how." Moody grabbed the spider and threw it back into the glass bottle.He pulled out a second spider, "Crucio!"

Immediately, the spider's legs all retracted.It turned over, and its body twitched violently.Even Draco, who hated Moody so much, had to admit that the Cruciatus Curse was very shocking.The ugly spider, writhing in agony, made the witches scream, and when Moody stopped casting the spell, the spider's eight legs were still twitching.Most of the people stared wide-eyed, looking at this tortured little life in fear.

"Extremely painful," Moody whispered, "...that spell was very popular at one time." Moody grabbed the third spider from the glass bottle, "Avada Kedavra!" he roared, a dazzling The green light blinded people's eyes.The spider turned over and lay on its back on the table. There was no scar on its body, but it was dead.

Moody swept the dead spider off the table and onto the floor. "It's not nice," he said quietly. "It's very unpleasant. And there's no breaking the spell. There's no way to resist it."

This unbreakable spell is to make wizards aware of the horror of black magic. Only by deeply remembering this fear can we always remain vigilant when facing enemies.During the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes, and the classroom was very quiet.

"Rather than an Auror, he acts more like a Death Eater." Draco whispered to Igil over the rustle of a quill, "Maybe I can write to Dad and use this He kicked out of school."

"Maybe." Igil didn't stop Draco from taking out a brand new piece of parchment to write to Mr. Malfoy, even though he knew the plan wouldn't work.

For the next two weeks, Professor Moody announced that he would repeat the Imperius Curse to each of his classmates in turn to demonstrate the spell's powers, though to train the students to resist it.But in the eyes of the little snakes, Moody's behavior is more like playing tricks on them.Under the influence of the spell, the little wizards made the most abnormal behavior one after another.Someone from Gryffindor College bounced around the classroom three times, singing the national anthem.Someone imitated a squirrel.The round-faced boy of the Longbottom family even performed a series of amazing gymnastic moves.

Crabbe and Goyle, one of the orangutans messing around in the classroom, and the other lying on the ground like a hippopotamus, opening his stupid mouth wide open.Their size paired with their antics kept the classroom laughing.Draco whitened his knuckles, and when Moody used the Imperius Curse to control him into a striptease, the platinum-haired boy pulled an obsidian button and smashed it in Moody's face.

"Very well, that makes sense!" Moody avoided the button with one side of his face. "What a surprise, look, you all... Malfoy resisted my spell!" His magic eye rolled up and down and stared Draco's pocket, "Of course, if he didn't use magic props but relied on his own strength, I would be much relieved."

"I don't have an activation item! It's your magic that doesn't work for me, it's too weak." Draco glared at Moody with hatred. The things in his pocket were just gifts that he had just received this morning, and he hadn't had time yet. unpack.

"Oh, next." Moody obviously didn't believe Draco's words, his magic power was enough to control an ordinary adult wizard.Then it was Igil's turn, and Moody directed him to walk backwards around the field for two weeks with his wand.However, Igil just took two steps back, retreating to the place where the little snakes gathered together, and stopped moving.

"You're great, Blake." Moody didn't add magic power, he couldn't figure out whether Igil's two steps back were under his control, or if he missed it in the first place.But he let the boy go for the time being and didn't investigate him further, because there were more important people waiting for the test.

"Harry Potter!" Moody called out the blue-eyed boy. He used the Imperius Curse to control Harry to jump onto a desk, but several times in a row, Harry just bent his knees and suddenly woke up. .

"The rest of you watch out—look him in the eyes, that's the point," said Moody cheerfully, "—very well, Potter, very well! They're not going to try to control you so easily!"

An hour later, the little wizards walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.Except for a few people, everyone was somewhat embarrassed.

"No wonder they want to kick him out of the Ministry of Magic." Pansy waved her little fan, which was stained with some suspicious liquid, and that bloody old madman Moody told her to lay eggs like a hen.Fortunately, she just squatted down and was woken up by the fan.

"My dignity..." Blaise wept, he bit Pansy's fan like a bone and refused to let go, and was severely beaten by this rough woman.

In the following time, their homework load in each subject increased, and each teacher told them patiently that the OWLs exam was approaching, but it was a level exam that was only required to be taken in the fifth grade.Professor Snape pressed them to work on an antidote, and hinted that he would poison one of them before Halloween to see if their antidote would work.But he didn't have that chance, and a notice about the Triwizard Tournament was posted on the school's bulletin board soon after.Representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 10pm on Friday 30 October.The class that was due to end half an hour early that afternoon happened to be Potions.

Sirius still lived a life that made people cry. He either squeezed slugs or dug out toad guts every day. He chose to become Snape's teaching assistant. For him, the price he paid was too tragic...