It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 239 Everyone Is A Unique Star
The captured wizard seemed to have noticed something, he stopped shouting, and stared at Moody who walked up to him and was slowly pulling out his wand.

"We don't have much time."

Moody's voice was low, as if he was whispering something close to the wizard's ear, but everyone present could hear him clearly.

"We don't have Veritaserum on hand, and the Ministry has let go of the Unforgivable Curses, but you should be aware that neither Hogwarts nor the Ministry of Magic have any training on spells in this area."

There was a sneering smile on the wizard's bruised and swollen face, but many students who were watching could see a relaxation without any concealment in his eyes.

However, at this moment, Moody slowly drew out his wand, the voice was not high, but it was extremely fierce.

"Yes, none of us have used the Unforgivable Curse, unlike you guys. But even if you are not proficient in the Imperius Curse and have no experience with the Killing Curse, there is another spell that you can try. I happen to have I want to know what my colleagues have been tortured by this spell."

The pupils in the wizard's eyes shrank suddenly.

The students standing around Sherlock and watching this scene couldn't help but grow their mouths.

It's anyone's guess what will happen next.

Hermione subconsciously wanted to turn her head away, not to look at what happened afterwards, but soon she gritted her teeth, forced herself to turn her face to the front, and looked at the spot where Moody's wand was aimed at without blinking. wizard.

Ron's face was white, his lips were trembling, and he seemed to be saying something, but no sound came out.

Harry was not as strong as they showed, but he also clenched his fists tightly, staring at Moody nervously.

A few timid girls, Lavender and Parvati have already huddled together.

At this time, Sherlock quietly came to Neville.

On the surface, Neville's reaction was far less violent than that of others, but only Sherlock, who had been paying attention to him, knew that his emotions were more tense than anyone else at this time, and his body could not stop shaking slightly. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were extremely empty.

Sherlock knows a little about his family situation. He knows that his parents, the Longbottoms, were once outstanding Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. After Voldemort fell, they were captured by a group of Death Eaters led by Bella. The Cruciatus Curse asked the two of Voldemort's whereabouts, and they were eventually tortured into two lunatics, who have been treated in St. Mungo's ever since.

Neville was more terrified of the Unforgivable Curse than anyone else, because it was the curse that had put him in a situation where he was no different from an orphan.

Sherlock patted Neville's shoulder lightly, and Neville's body trembled violently, then turned his head to look at him, his eyes already filled with timidity carefully met Sherlock's.

Sherlock's voice was very soft, and he and Neville stood at the back of the students, speaking in a voice that could not be heard by a third person.

"If you're really scared, Neville, you can close your eyes."

Neville heard what he said, and his lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just yelled out as thinly as a mosquito.

".professor."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Although he didn't say what he wanted to say, Sherlock also guessed what he wanted to express, "I never felt that you were a bad student. In the Fendor lounge, you pulled out that sword, do you know what it is?"

Neville shrugged and shook his head.

"That is the relic of Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Legend has it that only those who truly possess the qualities that Gryffindor values ​​can pull it out. You have The quality of a true Gryffindor, Neville."

Neville seemed to be stunned, he listened blankly to what Sherlock said to him.

"Everyone is unique, just like the stars in the sky are all unique. You are no worse than anyone, and you are no less courageous than any Gryffindor, so don't blame yourself for being cowardly and timid."

Sherlock patted him on the shoulder one last time, and walked back in front of the students.

Neville, who stayed where he was, stared at his back in a daze, and soon the gaze in Neville's eyes became firm. He had never clenched his hands so hard before, and spoke in a very soft voice. Said to himself.

"Thank you, Professor Forrest."

He didn't close his eyes and cover his ears like Sherlock said, as if he didn't see anything, nothing happened.

Instead, he fixed his eyes on Moody who had already waved his wand and uttered the unforgivable spell.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

There was no flash of magic spell, but at the place where the tip of the wand in Moody's hand was aimed at, the wizard curled up desperately like a prawn that had been boiled all the time, his mouth roared like A scream from hell.

"what!!!"

The wizard writhed on the ground like a live fish thrown abruptly into boiling water.

His forehead, neck, and arms were bulging like earthworm-like veins, and snot, tears, and saliva were all over his face!

Sherlock watched this scene indifferently, and most of the students around him couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Many little Hufflepuff wizards put their arms around their heads and buried their faces in their knees, neither looking nor listening to the scene of purgatory on earth.

Sherlock didn't bother to teach the students to hold their heads up.

For a child who is only 15 years old, such a scene is indeed too cruel and bloody.

But after Dumbledore and his deliberate consideration, they knew that such a thing had to be known to them.

Even if the second rise of Voldemort does not happen afterwards, these students who are protected in the castle all day long and think that the current peace in the wizarding world is normal should know.

Now these peace, who are paying what price!
"Where! Tell me! Williamson! Savage! And Gadwin! Where did you take them!"

Moody's roar sounded like an angry lion, and at this time, the surrounding pictures, dilapidated and dark rooms, and broken-like furniture were all shattered.

These fragments all turned into wisps of silver light, circling among the students returning to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and finally disappeared in the air.

(End of this chapter)