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Chapter 238 Moody's Memory

"Five points to Gryffindor, two points to Ron and three points to Hermione."

Sherlock has never been stingy with giving points to students who answered questions correctly, and he has never favored the Ravenclaw College he came from, which is much more fair than an old bat who does not want to be named.

"As Ron and Hermione said, the three unforgivable curses are the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse."

"These three spells all involve extremely serious magic laws. As long as any Unforgivable Curse is released on a person, the wizard who uses this spell will be imprisoned in Azkaban for a lifetime."

"Frankly speaking, I'm not good at the real black magic, that is, the Unforgivable Curse. So far, I haven't even used a successful Unforgivable Curse."

"And this year, there happened to be a person who has a deep understanding of this aspect in the castle, and even used these three spells on people with his own hands."

At this time, some of the students below did not raise their hands, so they stammered and asked.

"Teacher, professor, didn't you say that as long as you use the Unforgivable Curse on someone, you will be imprisoned in Azkaban for the rest of your life?"

Sherlock looked solemnly, and instead of criticizing the Hufflepuff student for not abiding by classroom discipline, he nodded.

"Excellent question, Williamson. The reason he was not arrested for using the Unforgivable Curse on people is because, during that time, the Ministry of Magic made an exception to let the Aurors go in order to deal with dangerous enemies in the wizarding world. Restrictions on the Unforgivable Curses."

"Although such restrictions were soon added again, during that time, more than three dark wizards died under his death curse."

All the students couldn't help holding their breath, and everyone knew who the person Sherlock was talking about was now.

Only one Auror came to Hogwarts this year—Mad-Eye: Alastor Moody!
"I originally wanted to invite him to explain it to you personally, or to demonstrate it, but the old man has no intention of dealing with a group of young people in class."

"Fortunately, my relationship with him is pretty good, so I got some things from him that can let you intuitively feel these Unforgivable Curses."

When Sherlock was speaking, he took out a transparent glass bottle from his robe pocket, and inside the bottle were a few silver threads, swaying slowly like seaweed floating in the water.

The contents of the bottle had obviously touched the students' blind spots, and even Hermione, who had read the most books, didn't recognize what it was.

But Sherlock's teaching in this class is not the key. After he put the glass bottle on the podium, he drew out his wand, and waved it lightly at the classroom doors and windows, and all the curtains were pulled up. The whole classroom was plunged into darkness.

At the same time, Sherlock used his wand as a pen, and wrote a series of silver symbols on the four walls of the classroom. No one could understand the meaning of these symbols, only Hermione barely recognized that these were ancient runes.

In fact, if Harry had been more careful when he went to Dumbledore's office, he would have found that the runes drawn by Sherlock in the classroom at this time were stored in the cabinet with Dumbledore, on the surface of a stone basin The texture is exactly the same.

These symbols that Sherlock engraved from Dumbledore's pensieve can give the entire classroom the effect of temporarily reading memory.

After inscribing all the runes, Sherlock opened the glass bottle, and the silver thread of light floated out like a fish swimming in the water.

At the same moment, the runes and symbols engraved on the wall all lit up with a soft silver light!
"Don't make a sound, carefully watch all the pictures that appear in front of your eyes."

Sherlock's voice resounded in the classroom, soothing the nervous hearts of the students.

Soon everyone felt dizzy, and then a scene different from the classroom where the class was being held appeared in front of their eyes.

They are in a dilapidated old house, the dilapidated floor is full of dust, and a pile of furniture that can be completely shabby is piled aside.

The environment was terrible, but at this time, everyone didn't pay much attention to the surroundings. Their attention was all attracted by a wizard tied up with hemp rope right in front of them.

The wizard looked very fierce in appearance, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and there seemed to be no intact place.

He was restrained and tortured, but he still shouted wildly.

"Keep going! That's all you can do! Are there any other means? That's not okay! Your teammates won't last long, they will tell everything they know, and then they will be like cleaning up pests Let's clean it up! Let's see who has more guts!"

The students all looked at the wizard who was still arrogant even after he fell into such a situation in astonishment. Just when they were in a daze, an anxious voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Let me try again, Captain! It's really too late! We really don't have time to wait any longer!"

The students turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, only to find that behind them, there were three wizards wearing the Auror robes of the Ministry of Magic squatting against the wall near the door.

They recognized Moody at a glance. At this time, Moody was already wearing magic prosthetic eyes and prosthetic limbs. He didn't look as old as he did later, with a cigarette in his mouth, and his face looked very ugly.

The one urging him was a young-looking Auror beside him, he looked restless, waiting for something, and during this time, he looked at the wizard who was still clamoring, revealing an extremely obvious disgust and hate.

Moody seemed to have made up his mind about something, he spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Even if the Ministry relaxes the restrictions on the use of the Unforgivable Curse, such things should not be up to you young people."

"But."

The young Auror wanted to say something more, but Moody gave him a savage look.

"Shut up! I haven't died in front of you yet! Why are you stealing the limelight for me!"

After he finished speaking, he drew out his wand, limped, but walked extremely steadily with every step, passing through the students who seemed very awkward in this scene.

Several students who stood in Moody's way subconsciously gave way to him, but Moody completely ignored them, passed through the students like a ghost, and finally stood at the arrested wizard in front of you.

(End of this chapter)