This Hogwarts isn't normal.

"I will only teach you for a year." Moody looked at the students with a low voice, "In a year, I will continue to live my peaceful retirement."

Everyone knows the curse of the professor of Black Magic Defense. Lupin could survive it last year, so he can definitely do it.

"Okay, let's get back to the point."

Moody returned to the podium, “Spells, they come in many forms and their effects vary.

Now, according to the Ministry of Magic's regulations, I should teach you all kinds of cracking curses, that's all. ”

He had a stern face and looked extremely serious. "Logically speaking, you are not in the sixth grade. I shouldn't tell you what the black magic spell looks like. You are still young and can't deal with this set of things."

Everyone started to feel disappointed, but he smiled again.

"But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage, he thought you could deal with it, and in my opinion, the sooner you understand these things, the better it is."

Moody's magic eye turned to the far right, "A wizard I have never met will recite a spell you have absolutely no idea. He will not tell you his plans in advance, he will not be frank, fair and polite. I will chant a mantra for you."

"You have to be prepared and be alert." His intact eyes also looked to the far right, "You better take your gadget away while I speak, Miss Brown."

Lavender was startled and his little face turned red.

Hermione, who was sitting next to her, looked down at her desk.

It was a picture connected by lines, which seemed to be a fortune telling picture of the Heavenly Palace in divination.

The position of Uranus above is incorrect. If Trelawney sees it, he will definitely predict some unlucky things.

And it did happen, and Lavender was afraid that he would believe more deeply in this old liar.

Moody withdrew his slightly warning gaze, "Once some black magic is successfully used, it will face the most severe punishment of the wizard law. So, does anyone know which ones it is?"

He raised one hand high almost at the same time on both sides of the left and right sides, and then several trembling hands also raised.

Moody looked at Ron in front, who took a deep breath.

"My dad told me one, Soul-Snatching Curse, right, professor?"

"Yes." Moody's intact eye showed a deep sadness. "Your father must know this spell. The Soul-Snatching Spell caused a lot of trouble to the Ministry of Magic back then."

He took out a small bottle from the pocket on the inside of his coat, which contained a long-legged spider the size of a palm.

Ron, who hates spiders the most, shrank back.

Moody placed the crutch he was leaning on the edge of the podium, then opened the bottle cap and grabbed the spider inside, and placed it on the spread palms, so that everyone could see more clearly.

Ron shrank back again.

The distance was too close, and he could see the thin fluff on the spider's legs.

Moody once again reached into the pocket on the inside of her coat, took out the wand and pointed at the spider on the palm of her other hand.

"The soul is out of body!"

The spell took effect, and the spider jumped from his palm, hanging a thin spider silk, and began to swing back and forth, like a swing on a swing.

After swinging for more than ten times, the overwhelmed spider silk was pulled off and the spider fell heavily on the podium.

Ron patted his chest lightly. He was very nervous just now when the spider silk broke, afraid that the spider would throw it on his face.

He looked at the spider that had fallen over and suddenly felt that there was nothing to be afraid of in this thing.

Moody shook his wand, letting the spider turn back, and letting it dance with eight legs.

This funny scene almost made the students laugh.

Especially Ron, who was closest to him, was grinning and laughing, as if he didn't hate spiders so much.

Among the students, only Vincent and Hermione were not laughing.

The two looked at the spiders who made various antics like puppets, and at the same time remembered the wizards who had soul-catching curse in their bodies back then.

They have done one thing after another that goes against their original intention, and hurt others again and again without consciousness.

Moody on the podium kept paying attention to the students' performance, and nodded to Vincent and Hermione with admiration.

Then his expression changed, and his wand was hung with a serious face, "You guys find it fun, do you?"

The spider on the podium stopped.

"If I had this to you, would you still like it?"

The laughter in the classroom also stopped.

Moody looked at the students with wide eyes, “So many wizards were controlled by the Soul-Snatching Curse.

At that time, the Ministry of Magic was busy. Not only did it take to clean up a lot of messes, but it also had to tell who was forced to act and who was acting according to his own wishes. ”

The wizards who are truly controlled by the Soul-Taking Curse will fall into endless regret after awakening, while those wizards who are not controlled use this as an excuse to try to escape from their sins.

Moody's eyes eased slightly, "The Soul-Snatching Curse is resistable, I will teach you the method, but this requires strong willpower and not everyone can master it."

He lowered his head and pointed his wand at the spider again, "You'd better be vigilant at all times and try to avoid being hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse."

After lifting the spell, he turned his head back to the students, "Who else knows about other illegal spells?"

He raised one hand on the left and right sides.

Except for Vincent and Hermione, it seems that no other students raised their hands.

Moody looked to the far left and a slightly trembling hand just raised.

"Tell me, Mr. Longbottom."

Neville's voice was very light, but he spoke it very clearly, "And there is also--the heart-drawing curse, professor."

Moody's eyes became extremely gentle, "You grow up and your parents will be proud of you."

Frank Longbotton and Alice Longbotton were both heroic Aurors who were unfortunately captured by the Death Eaters after Voldemort's fall.

In order to learn about Voldemort's whereabouts, the Death Eater cruelly tortured the Longbatons with a heart-wrenching spell until they were tortured to the point of being completely crazy.

Neville had the courage to speak this mantra that tortured his parents crazy enough to prove that he was a qualified Gryffindor student.

Moody looked into his eyes, hesitated for a moment or lifted up his wand, "I need to make the spider bigger so that you can see the effect of the Heart-Diamond more clearly."

"Get bigger quickly!" The spider on the podium expanded, and its size became similar to the young eight-eyed giant spider, a little bigger than the ghost flying ball.

Moody whispered a spell again, "Heart--"

The bigger spider shrank all eight legs tightly against his body.

Its body twitched violently and swayed left and right.

If it had a pronunciation organ, it must be screaming desperately now.

Moody didn't take away his wand, and his eyes kept looking at Neville, who was clenching his fists.

The spider began to tremble all over and thrust even harder.

Neville's eyes were very wide open, full of anger and deep fear was hidden.

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