This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Most of the fourth-grade students are only 14 years old, and it is normal for them to be afraid of the pirated mantra.

But when it comes to anger at it, even Moody is far inferior to Neville.

Instinctively feeling fear, but unable to suppress the anger in my heart.

Moody thought it was good that Neville could maintain his anger, so he kept it going, not venting his emotions but using it as motivation.

"Speedly get smaller." Moody retracted his gaze and changed the spider back to its original size.

After two tosses, it was obviously exhausted and lying on the podium without moving.

"The mantra of the heart can cause extreme pain, and if you learn it, you don't need a knife or a whip torture others."

As he said that, he sighed softly: "This spell was also very popular at one time. Before it was strictly prohibited, the Ministry of the Ministry—"

"Ahem—" he coughed, "Okay, who knows what other spells?"

Harry raised his hand with a "swish".

Moody was stunned for a moment, looking at the straight little hand in front of him.

"Say it, Mr. Porter."

Harry stood up with his hands down, his emerald green eyes under his glasses filled with sorrow, "And there is a curse of killing, professor."

Moody walked off the podium and patted his shoulder comfortably, signaling him to sit down.

"The Killing Curse is also called the Life-seeking Curse or the Death Curse, and is the most evil and unforgivable existence of all the black magic spells."

Harry forced out a smile and sat down.

Moody hesitated for a moment and put the wand in his hand back into the pocket on the inside of his coat. "The killing curse is also the most popular spell of the mysterious man. Countless people died under this spell."

He first glanced at Vincent on the far left with appreciation, then looked down at Harry with a bad face.

"And you, Mr. Porter, you are the only one who has ever survived being hit by a life-seeking curse."

Moody returned to the podium, and the students thought he would demonstrate it like he had before, but he just grabbed the spider and put it back in the bottle.

“The killing curse requires a strong desire to kill others, and only those most evil black wizards can perform it at will.

Because the spell irreversibly corrupted their souls, causing them to fall into darkness forever, hopelessly. ”

Moody also put the bottle containing the spider back into the pocket on the inside of the coat, "The Soul-Snatching Curse, the Heart-Diapping Curse, and the Killing Curse - are all called the Unforgivable Curse."

His expression was extremely solemn, "If you use any of these spells on humans, you will get a permanent meal ticket for Azkaban."

No one finds it funny.

"This is what you want to resist, this is what I want to teach you to resist."

Moody's hands were on both ends of the podium, "What I want to say next is my decades of experience in fighting the Unforgivable Curse. If you have a day of unfortunate encounter with them, please remember today and this one. Class. ”

The students took out their notebooks and recorded what he said.

The method to fight against the Soul-Snatching Curse is very simple, that is, to have strong willpower.

"In the next class, I will teach you how to exercise your willpower. Now, let's talk about the Heart-Spiritual Mantra."

Moody on the podium has been paying attention to Neville, "The damage it causes is irreversible. Although there is such a curse, whether you can persist until then depends on whether the damn manipulator intends to torture you. for how long."

Neville listened very seriously, and his knuckles that were holding the quill were faintly white.

"My advice is to never show your back to someone you don't trust, stay alert. When you are unfortunately trapped in the heart of your body, please believe me. Your best way is to use all means to make him fall down. Or let him fall down forever.”

Is this... abetting to kill someone?

But people have tortured you with the Heart-Drilling Spell, and the tragic ending will only bring you the most tragic ending.

"Finally-" Moody looked at Harry who was facing the podium, "The killing curse, the life-seeking curse, the death curse, there was only one outcome that it would hit.

I hope you can remember one truth, that is, don't use your so-called luck to bet that you will be the next Harry Potter. ”

He glanced at Vincent on the far left, "When I encounter the killing curse, I have only one word to say to you, run! Run away with all my might!"

The British magic circle knew that Vincent had used the Gryffindor sword to split the killing curse, and the six little ones at that time would not exceed 20 people in total.

It's obvious that Moody's is one of them.

He didn't say it, not to deny Vincent, but he admired this approach very much.

But the sword-slashing and killing curse is really not something that ordinary people can do.

It is difficult to find a sword that can withstand the death curse alone, and splitting the green light requires not only extraordinary courage, but also extremely rich skills.

The bell rang and Moody announced the get out of class to be terminated in the students' reluctance.

There is no doubt that this is a lesson in black magic defense that has gained a lot.

Like Lupin last year, Hogwarts finally welcomed the second reliable professor of black magic defense.

When the students left the classroom, most of them were talking about the three unforgivable curses while walking in awe.

Harry and Neville, who belong to the minority, were completely different. One of them looked confused and the other was still clenched in fists.

"I'm starting to look forward to the next class." Ron looked particularly excited.

"Harry, Professor Moody said he wanted to teach us how to train our willpower. What do you think it would be?"

Harry didn't answer, as if he couldn't hear anything.

Ron then realized his abnormality, "How are you?"

"Yeah." Harry smiled bitterly, "Give me some time, I will adjust my mood as soon as possible."

On the other hand, Vincent invited Neville to practice in the activity room, and the latter agreed decisively.

Under the ring, the two took off their school robes, revealing their white shirts that were bulging by their muscles.

Neville looks a little fat on the surface, but in fact he has already developed a strong body of muscles.

But he was always worried that he would get beaten, so he didn't get on the ring.

But today is a bit different.

Not long after the beginning, Neville rushed towards Vincent and waved his fists.

There is no skill at all, as if it is venting emotions.

Vincent didn't hold back, and a kick made him lose balance, and then pressed him hard on the ring.

With a "bang", Neville, who had just stood up, was pressed down again.

After four or five times back and forth, he lay motionless on the ring with a blank expression on his face.

"No?" Vincent squatted down and reached out to him.

Navi shook his head violently, "I want to become stronger, become as strong as you."

Vincent pulled up the hand he had put on, "Is that so? I can help you."

"Thank you." Neville stood firm and put on a defensive posture.

As Moody thought, the anger in his heart was turning into motivation little by little.

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