Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

The weather is getting cooler, and the breath of autumn is slowly coming, and the empty sky is full of bleak winds.The next two days were uneventful and incident-free, unless you count Neville's sixth cauldron he had burned in Potions class.Professor Snape's vindictiveness seemed to hit a new high during the summer vacation, and he unceremoniously punished Neville to stay in school to work.Neville had to go and disembowel a vat of horned toads, and when he came back, his nerves were nearly broken.

After lunch on Thursday, the three of Augustus were going to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Following the crowded crowd, they walked all the way through the escalators moving around the castle, and the three of them came to the classroom on the second floor. The classroom was already full of Gryffindor and Slytherin students. When they saw the three of them walking in, some The Gryffindors exchanged glances and began whispering.

Pulling out "Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense", Augustus flipped through it several times boringly. The content in it was basically clichéd, and the actual content was really pitiful. I really don't understand that an orthodox school for training wizards In school, apart from various low-level spells that are simple and daily, there are no powerful spells that can be used to protect oneself against the enemy. This kind of education system, the talents cultivated, basically can only be used as cannon fodder when encountering real wars Only in such a background can the existence of a so-called Voldemort be ruled by darkness for decades, and no one can resist.

Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps came down the corridor.He entered the classroom, looking as odd and frightening as ever.The students could just see his claw-like wooden foot poking out from under his robes.

He glanced at Augustus who was sitting in the front row. Augustus smiled politely. Moody snorted slightly and turned his gaze away.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, walking with difficulty to the edge of the podium with a cane, and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them.

He said, "I got a letter from Professor Lupine about the class. It looks like you've got a lot of basics on how to deal with dark magic animals - you learned how to deal with boggarts , Red Hood, Hinckle Punk, Grindylow, Kabbah and Werewolves, right?"

The students sitting below nodded in agreement.

"But you haven't learned enough—not enough about how to deal with spells," Moody said. "So I'm going to give you a taste of the magic that the wizards use between them. I've got a year to teach you how to deal with the dark. magic--"

"What, what did you say?" Ron blurted out and asked.

A weird smile appeared on Moody's face, "Children, the life in the ivory tower is too good for you, it's time for you to know the real cruelty of the wizarding world, our course is called Defense Against the Dark Arts, if Even the Dark Arts have never been understood, and the existence of this class has no meaning."

Augustus smiled lightly. It was very interesting. He showed the power and charm of black magic in front of inexperienced students. This kind of desire is no different from the beautiful and deadly poppies. The next dark seed, waiting for it to gradually grow.

"So... do any of you know, which spells are the most severely punished by the wizarding law?"

A few hands were tremblingly raised on the seat, and Moody's magical eyes glanced at Lilian who was sitting beside Augustus.

"If I remember correctly, the Imperius Curse." Lilian replied simply, with memories in her crimson pupils.

"Well, not bad." Professor Moody nodded, "It seems that your father's department needs to deal with this spell all year round."

Moody stood up with difficulty on his prosthetic leg, opened the drawer of the lectern, and took out a glass bottle.Three big black spiders crawled inside.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!"

With all the students watching intently, the spider began to dance all kinds of unimaginable dances.

Augustus clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked over the dancing spider and landed on Moody. In the past few days, using the power of his family and through the magical image he presented, he already knew the true identity of this person. However, at this time, what is his purpose for coming to Hogwarts? As a second-generation official, why did he take a certain risk to sneak into the school? What does he need here?It is really puzzling.Moreover, according to his understanding, the testimony of this person back then was also very problematic, and it was impossible to guarantee whether he was still a member of that party.

Moody grabbed the somersaulted spider and threw it back into the glass bottle.

"Does anyone else know what spells? Illegal spells?"

"Say," said Moody, rolling his magic eye to focus on Neville.

"There's one—the Cruciatus Curse," Neville said quietly but clearly.

Augustus glanced at the pale Neville and sighed slightly.The war of that year indeed sacrificed too many people and destroyed too many families that should have been happy and complete.On the road to power, too many bones have been paved and too much blood has been stained.Even if in the end, he truly achieves the top ten thousand people, what can he get.Between the power disputes in the world and the truth of the magic road, which road is the most important?If you don't even know this, where do you get the qualification to become a legend?

"The Cruciatus Curse," said Moody. "Needs to zoom in so you can see," he said, pointing at the spider with his wand. "Get bigger!"

The spider swelled up.It is now bigger than a tarantula.Ron, unable to hide it, moved his chair back, as far away from Moody's podium as possible.

Moody raised his wand again, pointed at the spider, and said softly, "Gouging out the bone!"

Immediately, the spider's legs all retracted, clinging to the body.It turned over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently, shaking from side to side.

The little lions of Gryffindor had already started to feel a little overwhelmed, a deep chill enveloped them, if such a spell was placed on them, how long could they last?Is this the method used by the Dark Lord to enslave people?They usually pride themselves on being loyal and unhappy, if they really encounter such magic, how many people can continue to insist on their loyalty?

"Shrinking fast," murmured Moody.The spider shrank back to its original size, and Moody put it back in the bottle.

"Extremely painful," Moody whispered. "If you can chant Cruciatus, you don't need thumb clips or knives to torture people. .

"Okay... does anyone else know the spell?"

Hermione raised her hand a third time, but her hand trembled slightly.

"Say it," Moody said, looking at her.

"The Avada Suo," Hermione whispered.