Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Gryffindor cubs, have been looking forward to Moody's class for a long time.

The little wizards who have already attended the Defense Against the Dark Arts course spoke highly of his class, and even bluntly said that it is only worse than the down-and-out version of Professor Lupine, and even better than the handsome version of Professor Lupine.

In the room, the curtains were all drawn.

For a moment, the little wizards thought they had come to the tower, walked into Professor Trelawney's office, and lit the strong and even choking aromatherapy.

Harry's senses were more sensitive than ordinary people's. This extremely pungent smell made him a little suffocated, and his tears were almost choked.

"Professor, can you open the window?" Hermione stopped immediately and asked Moody who was sitting on the teacher's bench.

Moody shook his head. "I don't think so."

"The next class I'm going to teach, for you, needs the assistance of this kind of aromatherapy with a calming effect."

Harry stretched out his hand and patted his nose: "This kind of aromatherapy is too inferior. Maybe you should ask Professor Snape for advice. The way to use it is wrong. Burning so much at once will only make the effect worse."

"I think I understand these things better than you." Moody raised his claw-like artificial leg, stomped heavily on the podium, and made a muffled "boom", "Sit down quickly, the class is about to start Already!"

Hermione frowned, Ron frowned, and the three of them sat down in the front row.

Just pulled out the book.

Moody waved his hand: "Put the book away, you won't need this thing when you meet black magic creatures or dark wizards in the future, if the first thing you think of is books, you are already doomed to die. "

The little wizards put away their textbooks excitedly, they love the practical lessons.

Good theory, but boring.

Moody limped out from behind the podium and stood in front of the desk farthest from Harry: "You had a good professor last year, and I received a letter from Professor Lupine, who introduced you in great detail. progress in this course."

"But Defense Against the Dark Arts is by no means as simple as dealing with black magic creatures."

"In fact, the vast majority of wizards will never encounter many dark magic creatures in their lives. Even I, the number of encounters is pitifully rare. The real threat is those dark wizards, including those who want to become dark wizards, but have not yet become black magic creatures. Wizard's people."

"In my class, I will teach you how to deal with the dark arts."

The little wizards held their breath.

Hermione frowned: "Professor, that's not what we should learn, it's in the sixth grade."

Moody waved his hand: "Miss Granger, don't be impatient, I know, I'm not the kind of idiot who doesn't even check the teaching progress before teaching, but Professor Dumbledore and I have greatly praised your work. courage."

"I think he thinks it's time for you to see these things."

Speaking of this, he paused, glanced at Harry, and said meaningfully: "And I think many people have heard the news before the start of school. At the Quidditch World Cup, a group of dark wizards made trouble, and they even called out the mysterious There is no doubt that they are a group of evil dark wizards, and they have tortured several Muggles."

"Thanks to Harry, he drove the group of people away before the Aurors rushed over, and also caught the two culprits."

The little wizards looked at Harry.

Harry stared at Moody.

"The situation is very tense now. No one knows when the dark wizards will become restless again. I have experienced it twice in my life!" Moody tapped the ground with his paw anxiously, "Miss Brown, what I said now Everything is important, don't play tricks in my class."

Lavender was taken aback and hurriedly put away his things.

Moody's fake eye was still staring at her, and the other eye swept over the little wizards: "A dark wizard wants to cast a spell on you, he won't obey the duel etiquette, bow respectfully to you, and then ask yourself The spell cast tells you."

"Not to mention fainting and petrification, these are almost harmless spells."

"So, can anyone tell me what are the worst spells in the wizarding world, and the most severely punished spells when used?"

Harry said, "Professor, are you trying to say the Unforgivable Curse?"

"Of course." Moody shook his head and looked at him. "Mr. Potter, can you introduce us?"

"I don't think this is any good content." Harry said bluntly, "Does Professor Dumbledore know?"

"This is my class." Moody took the prosthetic leg again and stomped on the ground a few times, "I think it fits right now."

Harry stopped talking, and the amulet pressed against his chest trembled slightly.

Moody stared at him with fake eyes: "It's the same question just now, can anyone answer it?"

Several young wizards raised their hands.

"Mr. Weasley." Moody called out a name.

Ron stood up: "I remember there was an Imperius Curse. My dad mentioned him, and Malfoy also used this excuse to get off the hook this time."

Moody nodded approvingly: "Aha, of course, back then, this spell caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic."

He flicked his magic wand lightly, and a glass bottle flew from the podium cabinet. The bottle cap was unscrewed during the flight, and a fist-sized spider almost fell on the table with the bottle.

Ron almost subconsciously took out his wand, and hit it with a blasting curse.

Moody pointed his wand at it, and said the spell with great skill: "Out of body."

A faint cold magic penetrated into the spider's body, blended in, and then disappeared. There was only an extremely weak breath that linked Moody and the spider. If it wasn't in such a close range, Harry would not even be able to sense it. Less than this breath.

A move of Moody's wand.

The spider jumped up, and with the beauty of stretching that spiders can't have, it jumped out of unusually gorgeous dance steps, jumped from one end of the classroom to the other, and finally jumped back on Neville's desk, with its fore claws hugging its body, dancing a cheerful tap dance .

The little wizards laughed, and some applauded.

"You think this is interesting?" Moody raised his eyebrows and looked at them coldly, "What about this?"

He flicked his wand again.

The spider slammed into the wall, once, twice, until it smashed its own head, and it was no longer angry.

The faces of the little wizards turned pale.

This kind of death is too tragic.

Harry flicked his wand, and the spider's body disappeared.

"Mr. Potter, are you so sympathetic to it?" Moody's fake eyes were still on Harry, and he spoke immediately almost as soon as he made a move.

"As long as the students know its dangers." Harry said slowly.

Moody snorted coldly: "As you have seen just now, the cursed person will be completely under my control. It will do what I want it to do, and it will not leave any traces. There has never been a wizard Find any evidence of someone under the Imperius Curse's possession."

Harry looked serious.

That faint breath dissipated immediately when the spider died.

"However, although the Imperius Curse has no counter-curse, it can be resisted. This requires extremely firm belief. I will teach you how to do it." Moody knocked on Neville's desk, "Then who else knows?" , what are the Unforgivable Curses?"

His eyes fell, and he saw Neville with a pale face: "Mr. Longbottom, maybe you can come up with an answer?"

Neville stood up trembling, gritted his teeth, and forced out a few words from the gastric tube: "Cruciatus Curse."

Moody didn't speak, just waved his wand, and waited until the spider landed in front of Neville before he opened his mouth and continued: "The Cruciatus Curse is the cruelest curse among the Unforgivable Curses."

"I have to zoom in so you can see clearly."

He uttered the incantation "Zoom up quickly".

The spider immediately swelled to the size of a human head. Startled, Ron took out his wand, took several deep breaths, and suppressed the urge to chant a spell.

"Cruciatus!" Moody said seriously, spelling at the spider.

It struggled immediately, and its claws rubbed against the table, making a creepy crackling sound. Harry waved his wand to silence the sound.

Only the spider struggled convulsively.

Neville's face became paler and more panicked, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Harry flicked his wand again, and the table twisted and twisted, enveloping the spider.

"Mr. Potter?" Moody questioned.

Harry ignored him: "Neville, if you don't like it, you can say it out loud."

Neville's eyes straightened, and through the deformed wooden box, he looked into the depths of farther and farther memories.

Harry waved the spell, and the Happy Charm fell on Neville, and he encouraged him again: "Neville, if you don't like it, say it out loud."

"I don't like it!" Neville gritted his teeth, and spit out these few words in a firm tone that he had never experienced before.

Moody was taken aback, he turned his head, dropped his eyes, and gave Harry a meaningful look: "So does anyone know about other Unforgivable Curses?"

This time, only Hermione was still raising her hand.

"Miss Granger?" Moody called her by name.

Hermione stood up and glanced at Harry: "The Killing Curse."

The little wizards were all disturbed, they twisted their bodies, looking extremely disturbed.

"Yes, the Killing Curse, the last and most dangerous and powerful spell among the Unforgivable Curses." Moody grinned, as if he wanted to smile, but his traumatized face made his smile appear Very hideous.

He flicked his wand lightly, trying to break Harry's Transfiguration Charm.

But the magic power invaded, and the wooden box did not respond.

Harry raised his wand and tapped lightly on the table, the wooden box disintegrated and turned into a wooden wall, blocking Neville and him on the table, revealing the dying spider.

Seamus was still trying to tiptoe to see, but was entangled in a vine, pulling him to keep his head from clearing the wooden wall.

Moody's expression didn't change, he raised his wand and pointed it at the spider: "Avada Kedavra!"

There was only a flash of dazzling green light, and a harsh and noisy sound, and the spider lay quietly on the table, lifeless, and all its vitality was taken away by this magic spell at that moment. .

"Mr. Potter, you don't have to be so careful, I don't shake hands." Moody continued to look at Harry.

Harry was expressionless: "Professor, you may believe in yourself, but you must admit that you are over seventy years old this year, and you are no longer young."

Moody snorted coldly: "The Killing Curse has no counter-curse. Since its birth, only one person was lucky enough to escape from this curse, and he is sitting here right now."

All the little wizards continued to look at Harry.

The boy who lived and the savior of the wizarding world, these two titles on Harry Potter started from escaping the death curse, although he has grown to the point where he no longer needs these two titles.

"Mr. Potter is very worried, but I think he is obviously too worried and put his own level on you." Moody walked back to the podium, "Actually, these spells require very powerful magic power and emotions as the basis."

"Except for Mr. Potter, at your level, even if you recite the Death Curse on me, it can only make my nose bleed."

"But you must be clear that these spells are the most commonly used and most used methods by dark wizards. There is still some time in this class. Let me take you to learn more, starting from the basics, how to resist robbing Soul curse."

"Every little wizard has to experience it for himself, and then strengthen his belief and try to get rid of it."

"Let me think about it, how about starting with Mr. Potter?"

The amulet trembled a little more violently.

Harry stood up and stared at him straightly: "I don't think so, Professor Moody, the Ministry of Magic stipulates that the Unforgivable Curse cannot be cast on wizards, even if this is a classroom, you show the little wizards that it is already the limit .”

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