A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 515 Magic Photo
Blake's old house, dining room.

"Alastor," said Mrs. Weasley, coming up from the downstairs kitchen, holding a vegetable salad and a plate of chicken legs, "I made it with leftover ingredients. Too fresh."

"Already very good," said Moody calmly, staring at the salad for a while with the blue magic eye, and then began to eat. "Oh, by the way," he looked at Neville, "Frank and Alice came back around noon, and they sent me a valuable piece of information."

Neville nodded, his eyes lighting up.

"What information?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I can't tell you any more, in case you get caught by the Death Eaters and you're done—" Moody said gruffly, staring at a drumstick and sniffing it up to his nose, "Thanks, Molly. "He bit hard.

Harry didn't know which was more pitiful - his mutilated nose, or the bitten chicken leg.Or Moody imagined them being caught and tortured by Death Eaters?
"Don't think I'm joking, many people think they can stand up and be a tough guy, but they only need a Cruciatus Curse—" Moody grinned ferociously, gestured towards them, and the little wizards at the dining table all brushed Lean back.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him reproachfully.

Moody has picked up a second drumstick. "Molly, they can take it. I heard that they train a lot. It's not for showing off in dueling class, is it? I'm just introducing them to a more real world...you all want to be Aurors?" His normal eye looked at the crowd.

Harry, Ron, and Neville nodded, Hermione nodded hesitantly, and surprisingly, Ginny did the same.

Mrs. Weasley looked shocked.

"Ginny, you're only in third grade! It's too early to think about that."

"It's not too early. I'm only in the fourth grade when I start school."

"It's early! You're a girl, and I won't allow—" said Mrs. Weasley furiously.

In the next few minutes, the restaurant became very lively. Ginny quarreled loudly with Mrs. Weasley. Her hair was flicking around like an angry cat. Crookshanks returned to his master, his flat, shaggy face staring at the two sources of noise.

"We're going back upstairs." Hermione winked at Harry and the others, wanting to flee the battlefield, but Ginny left before them, stomping on the stairs, and Mrs. Weasley chased after her Afterwards, it seemed that she had to be persuaded to change her mind.

"Then let's, uh—go to the training room?" Hermione stood there, looking at her companion uncertainly. She didn't really want to train, but she just wanted to stay away from Professor Moody's spinning magic eye. point.

The others felt similarly, and they stood up swiftly.

"Are you all right, Potter?" Moody said gruffly.

"I'm fine." Harry didn't tell the truth. On the one hand, he hesitated to reveal to Ron and the others that he had mastered the three Unforgivable Curses. On the other hand, he began to worry that Dumbledore would see him What will I think after the memory, my heart is in a mess, up and down.

He suddenly had an idea.

"Professor Moody, I have a question," Harry said, before noticing Moody's gaze following him, "Aurors were once authorized to use the Unforgivable Curse...is the situation really that bad? And the curse Won't it affect you?"

"You said that." Moody muttered, took out the flagon at his waist and took a sip, "It was almost the end of the war. It was really difficult at that time, mainly because the Death Eaters were fighting more and more vassals. In other words, more and more people are being forced to join..."

"The real Death Eaters are all elite, and they can see the mysterious man directly, but there are still many - such as werewolves - whose status is not high in the mysterious man's team, but no matter what, the war has been fought for almost ten years, people I feel more or less hopeless in my heart, Batty... He is definitely a tough person. Many people can continue to persevere because of him... He suggested to the new Minister Bagnor to allow Aurors to obtain some privileges, such as You can use the Unforgivable Curse on Death Eaters, and other miscellaneous things, all to make the Aurors let go... And Bagnor also agreed, a very courageous witch, I think she is better than the previous one."

"But does it really work?" Harry asked eagerly. "I mean, a Disarming Charm to subdue an enemy, or a Stunning Charm?"

Moody stared at him for a moment, then laughed softly.His face became more ferocious.

"It's true to say that the Killing Curse is just a spell. Cutting off a person's head can kill people," Moody said lightly, "but they are completely different. These three spells were introduced in 1717. It has been designated as the Unforgivable Curse, and the users will face severe punishment. After that, the public will rarely hear it. Of course, they have not disappeared, and have been circulating among the dark wizards..."

"It was the mysterious man who brought them back to the public's attention. The death eaters and his vassals used these spells blatantly, coupled with the overwhelming publicity in the newspapers, so they were spread like magic. Batty wants to change this situation. He thinks— —It is necessary to restore the confidence of the people, and the Killing Curse is certainly more deterrent than the Disarming Curse."

"Then you—" Harry froze, he didn't know how to ask further.

"You want to know if I've ever killed someone with a Killing Curse? Or how it felt when I did it?" Moody asked softly.

Harry faltered, and the others fell silent.

"Of course I did it. I used the Killing Curse to kill people. I remember very clearly that the Death Eater named Evan Rozier died like this..." Moody showed a perverted smile, "But as long as you can Avoid, I will try my best to catch people alive. I have many acquaintances in Azkaban, but unfortunately a group of them escaped a month ago." He whispered something, sounding like he was swearing.

Or maybe Harry misheard, maybe Professor Moody had a sudden craving for Fudge flies, which was a kind of fudge.

"As for feelings, I don't really feel much... When the war is at its most intense, we wish the other party would die, so we don't have time to think about it." Moody said disapprovingly, "Your heart must be hard enough, and your experience rich enough, can-"

Footsteps were heard upstairs.Mrs. Weasley came down, and Moody picked up a drumstick and gnawed on it again.

The conversation seemed to end there.

"Oh, by the way, I have something here that you might be interested in," he said, pulling out a battered photo of magic from his pocket.Harry saw a small group of people moving, some waving, some raising their glasses.

"This is—" Mrs. Weasley walked over to take a look and frowned.

"The original Order of the Phoenix," said Moody in a deep voice, "you saw it too, didn't you? I'm not sure if you had one, but there was one." He said to Mrs. Weasley, "Your two brothers They are all good, but it is a pity that they died young... I went to see Emmeline yesterday, oh, she is very well, just injured-"

He noticed that Harry and the others wanted to ask questions, so he said in advance.Mrs. Weasley's lips were pursed tightly.

"Is that the fishing plan?" Harry asked softly. He knew Emmeline, a witch who was dressed in dignified and elegant clothes, and she didn't like to talk much.She was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, whom Harry had met a few times before.

"It seems that you are aware of the plan, and you are right, you are going to receive the award, and you can't avoid it." Moody said.

Harry felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle.He had heard from Ms. Burns that the Weasleys had been replaced at the time, but he had no idea that the replacement was Emmeline Vance from the Order of the Phoenix, and she was also injured.

"She's lucky, there are a few of them here who can't even find the corpse, or only part of the corpse..." Moody seemed to notice that Mrs. Weasley was holding back the silence, so he handed the photo to Harry, "Keep it, the one of James and Lily may not be found... I went there once, in Godric's Hollow... now it's in ruins."

Harry forced a smile, not knowing what to say.

He caught sight of his parents, who were smiling at him, and Harry suddenly wanted to go to Godric's Hollow.As he lay in bed at night, the idea grew stronger, and it was strange that he hadn't thought of it at all before.

(End of this chapter)