novelslam Chapter 589 When there is no war, experience the first war
Chapter 589 When there is no war, experience the first war
Chapter 589 When there is no war, experience the first war
[Professor Snape fights with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor]
In the evening, this rumor spread throughout Hogwarts, successfully suppressing Neville's enthusiasm.
Snape is indeed a walking news machine... two news in one day, all related to him.
Those who didn't know the frequency of this appearance thought that Dumbledore was going to support him as the vice-principal, and was giving him a sense of presence.
It's a pity that all this enthusiasm is negative news.
Anyway, the rumors have noses and eyes, saying that Professor Snape was beaten by Moody.
When the class was over, the angry roar from the underground classroom was enough to prove this point.
At that time, the students had all gone away, and Moody was the only one left at the door of the basement classroom. Wasn't he the one who called him?
Besides, Professor Moody was wandering in front of the Potions classroom, isn't this a typical targeting of Snape?
The two must have been in conflict for a long time.
The chain of reasoning is seamless, well-founded, and there are no logical loopholes.
Besides, I'm talking about gossip, you're talking logic to me... Hogwarts is not the place to talk logic to you.
Snape didn't deny it this time, and he didn't even say anything about the missing herbal medicine.
It's not like his style of doing things at all.
He usually finds out the killer, and then causes trouble in the auditorium.
William soon learned why.
In herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout looked very ugly.
She first emphasized to everyone that O. W． The importance of Ls.Then she began to scold again, and some people stole her herbs by the way.
That night, the water in the Black Lake flooded many cuties.But after rush repairs, many herbal medicines were still alive, and they were taken away as dead!
Well... no wonder Professor Snape dared not speak up.
He was the one who pulled it out in the first place. If this matter came out, Professor Sprout would have to kill him.
He can only suffer a dull loss, and then slowly find his way back.
Since the greenhouse is flooded, everyone's task is to replant new plants.
An hour and a half later, the Ravenclaw students were exhausted one by one, reeking of dragon dung, and lined up to return to the castle.
On the way, they ran into Moody again.
Only then did the eaglets realize one thing:
It turned out that Professor Moody was not only targeting Professor Snape.
Almost every teacher is in class, he will stand at the door, as if investigating something.
There are more and more rumors about Moody, especially the rumors of him fighting the dark wizard.
Therefore, everyone suspected that there was a Death Eater hiding in the school, and Moody's purpose was to catch him.
Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has also been expected by all the students.
In the words of the twins, there is no Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who knows more about dark arts than him.
On Wednesday, Ravenclaw and Slytherin finally ushered in the first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
The students took out "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited, the atmosphere was exceptionally solemn.
Soon, Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps came along the corridor.
He entered the classroom, looking as odd as ever.They could just see his claw-like wooden foot, poking out from under his robes.
"Put these things away," said Moody gruffly, walking with difficulty to the edge of the podium on crutches, and sat down.
"We don't need textbooks, they're all low-level gadgets."
Moody took out the roster, shook his head, brushing his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll the roll.
His normal eye moved down the list, while the magic eye kept turning around, staring at every student who answered.
When William was clicked, he paused for several seconds before continuing to read.
"Okay." When the last student finished answering, Moody said:
"I received a letter from Professor Lupine about the course.
He said that your foundation, compared with the students of the following classes, is still good.
This is due to the fact that you have met two teachers who are quite capable.
Although one of them has been happily imprisoned in Azkaban. "
Everyone looked at William, and it was he who gave Professor Tywin a one-way ticket to Azkaban.
But who would have thought that Professor Tywin was the only reliable professor they had encountered in the past few years.
What a trick.
"You have mastered a lot of basic knowledge about how to deal with black magic animals.
Knows how to deal with Boggarts, Red Hoods, Hinckle Punks, Grindylows, Kabbahs..."
Many students nodded triumphantly.
Moody suddenly changed the subject, "But what I want to say is that most of what you learn is useless!"
The young wizards all looked up at Moody suspiciously.
"Don't rush to interrupt me, and don't rush to deny me..." Moody growled.
"You think you have mastered a lot...but what you will face in the future is not those low-level dark creatures.
It could be hordes of werewolves, bands of giants, masses of vampires, troop of dragon witches...even Death Eaters! "
Moody's wand poked, and images of these magical creatures appeared on the blackboard.
"Would it be useful to know a spell or two against boggarts, or be an expert in red hats...?
Useless! "
"But why are we dealing with this?" Marietta whispered. "We're safe..."
"Safety?"
Moody's magic eye turned and he laughed, his scarred face twisted and grotesque.
He waved his wand, and a picture appeared on the blackboard.Everyone took a deep breath.
"Can anyone tell me what this is?" Moody looked around, looking at Marietta. "Miss Aikemo, you answer."
Marietta whispered: "The Dark Mark..."
"That's right." Moody sneered, "Only during the summer vacation, only ten days ago, the Dark Mark appeared in the Quidditch World Cup...
As a former Auror, I have many sources of information... I know more detailed inside stories. "
Everyone pricked up their ears, wanting to hear the "insider story".
"Of course, I don't have as many inside stories as Mr. Stark.
He killed the lake monster and rescued the kidnapped wizards... He was a witness to the whole incident. "
Moody's eyes were on William, and the class turned to look at him with burning eyes.
"If there is no Stark, how many people do you think the lake monster will kill? Will those Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban be released?"
The students all nodded.
Moody sneered, and he said loudly:
"Children, put away your arrogance, and put away those unrealistic fantasies.
The world is far from safe.
As far as I know, in the past few years, there have been many accidents in this school alone... You are far from death, but you are actually very close. "
Everyone was silent.
Moody nodded in satisfaction, then patted his rough hands, and suddenly asked:
"Okay, so... do any of you know which spells are most punishable under Wizarding Law?"
Many students raised their hands.
Moody pointed to Judy Crouch.
"The Imperius Curse," she said.
"Ah, yes," said Moody appreciatively.
"Your Uncle Crouch, you should have mentioned it.
Although it is the least harmful curse among the Unforgivable Curses.However, it is the most troublesome spell.
Back then, the Imperius Curse caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic.Many Death Eaters also relied on this excuse to get out of prison! "
Moody sneered, his face twisted violently, as if he hated this result.
He stood up with difficulty on his prosthetic leg, opened the drawer of the podium, and took out a glass bottle.
There is a big black spider inside, crawling around in it.
Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and held it in his outstretched palm for all to see.
Then he pointed his wand at it and murmured, "Out of body!"
The spider jumped away from Moody's palm, dangling a filament, and began to swing back and forth, as if sitting on a high swing.
It straightened its legs stiffly, then turned and somersaulted, and the filament snapped.
It fell on the table and started somersaults in circles.
Moody flicked his wand, and it reared up on its hind legs again, doing a sort of tap dance.
While many of the students laughed, Moody kept a straight face.
"You think it's fun, don't you?" he asked gruffly.
"If I do this to you and control you to dance, will you like it?"
The laughter died away almost immediately, and everyone bowed their heads.
"It's all under my control," Moody said softly, "I can make it jump out the window, or drown itself, or jump down the throat of one of your classmates.
Of course, as long as I want, I can also replace the spider... with you, control you, and do things that I would never do. "
How many of you here can resist it? "
Moody grabbed the somersaulted spider and threw it back into the glass bottle.
He wandered slowly around the classroom.
"You are not mentally prepared, and your abilities are not good. Once you suffer from these forbidden magics, there is no room for resistance.
This year, I will lead you to see a lot of cruel black magic and teach you how to resist. "
He paused, and continued: "I was invited to Hogwarts with only one purpose:
That is to let you experience the first war when there is no war.
Be mentally prepared, practice your magic skills, and then... fully grow up! "
Everyone straightened up, looked at Professor Moody awe-inspiringly, and were infected by his words.
Everyone feels that they have been sublimated, and many students even have the idea of becoming an Auror after graduation.
No... they're not in a Hogwarts class right now, but in an Auror class at the Ministry of Magic.
Qiu suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "William, in the OWLs exam... the Defense Against the Dark Arts, shall we take the Unforgivable Curses, or all kinds of black arts?"
"Defense against the Dark Arts is not an exam, but..." William shook his head and said softly, "Azkaban exam."
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(End of this chapter)