Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

"I know everyone is not in a good mood...but children, I still suggest that you cheer up and continue class."

Snape's speech took place three days before the Christmas vacation - and this meant that after hearing the bad news like a bolt from the blue, the students had to go to class for two days before they could usher in the unprecedented order. The Christmas holiday that people dread.

Fear is spreading at an unprecedented rate. Today's Hogwarts is like a monster that chooses and devours students, especially Muggle-born students. The corridors that used to be full of noise have been occupied by heavy footsteps. No one wants to stay in the corridor for even a second, for fear that they will be attacked by the will of the castle in that second - at least there are no cases of being petrified in the classroom or lounge so far.

At first, there were a few Slytherin guys who loudly laughed at the Muggle-born students in the corridor, but since they were blocked in the Slytherin common room by a group of students with red eyes for a long time, no one dared to go there. The bone joints touched the tiger's butt.

"No matter what the future holds, at least the knowledge you have learned will not disappear from your minds. After all, you are a part of the magical society, and the only thing that can help you achieve happiness is the wand in your hands and the things in your mind. Things, rather than so-called certificates and academic qualifications..."

In the Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall reluctantly stopped writing and drawing on the blackboard and looked at the classroom full of dejected or restless students admonishing them.

"But Professor, what's the use?"

Gryffindor students have always dared to ask questions to professors in class, even if they were facing their own dean: "We are going to be kicked out soon, aren't we? We won't be able to study, or even cast spells at home... And now What’s the use of this bit of knowledge?”

Professor McGonagall glanced at the student - he was a Muggle-born Gryffindor boy. At this moment, he was biting his lower lip and tensing every muscle on his face, trying to hide the trembling and trembling in his voice. Already red eyes.

"what are you talking about?"

She walked in, leaned down and raised her tone of voice, pretending to be surprised: "Are you really going to give up just like that?"

"Just because an illusory thing may target you, you have to give up knowledge, friends, magic and Quidditch, and go home obediently? Oh, Merlin, if you are usually so obedient, our score hourglass estimate It can overflow..."

There was finally a little more laughter in the depressing classroom.

"We professors are not ready to give up yet!"

Professor McGonagall returned to the podium with a calm but firm voice: "Wouldn't petrification only happen in the corridor? Then move the class to the common room! Isn't our lounge on the tower? Then Just give each person a broomstick, and I give you permission to fly out of the window every day!"

"If people in the lounge and dormitory can also be petrified, then go outside! And if the so-called will still persists, then simply abandon this castle and let's find a place to go to class alone! "

"A building is the least important component of a school, no matter how old or mysterious it is. The real Hogwarts is not a castle, but you, us professors, busy in the kitchen Elves have traditions and spirits that have been passed down for thousands of years. And these things have one thing in common, that is, they should not be dominated by an illusory will!"

"I will not give up any of you to gain, unless you intend to give up yourselves."

…

"look."

In the greenhouse, Professor Sprout wore a patched robe and showed the students a large green nursery behind him: "This is the seedling of Mandrake. We are about to learn about it recently, so we are a little ahead of schedule." It doesn’t matter if I take a course – can anyone tell me what properties mandrake has?”

"Mandrake root is a powerful restorative, effective in breaking transfiguration spells and other spells and curses."

Some students raised their hands and answered in a low voice.

"very good."

Professor Sprout gave an encouraging smile: "Mandrake is an important component of most antidotes. But it is also dangerous. Can anyone tell me why?"

"Hearing a mandrake cry can kill someone."

"Completely correct!"

Professor Sprout gave a thumbs up, then picked up a potted plant and raised it so that the students could clearly see the appearance of the mandrake seedling: "Look, it's such an ordinary herb. There are probably three cypresses in the market for one plant... but it can both remove curses and easily take the lives of rash people."

"Compared with it, the thing that petrified the students is simply not worth mentioning: in terms of lethality, Mandrake's cry is much stronger than that curse, and the petrification curse itself can be easily killed by Mandrake. The potion made from drax eliminates..."

"Eh?"

These words stunned the students below - according to Professor Sprout, that terrifying castle will seems to be worse than a Sanxico herb? ?

"The world of magic is like this, wonderful, dangerous, but also so fascinating. There are many things more magical and deadly than mandrake..."

Professor Sprout's soft voice became deeper: "It was in such an environment, facing countless dangerous plants and magical creatures, that wizards summed up magic in nature, constantly explored and learned, and used their minds and wands to open up new possibilities. After leaving our own pure land, we gradually developed the glorious civilization we have today. Countless weird and deadly things were eventually conquered by magic and wands."

"And now, someone is telling you that a petrifying curse in a castle can deprive young Muggle-born wizards in the UK of their ability to learn, grow and progress. Do you believe it?"

She smiled as she watched the students' dim eyes slowly regain their energy: "It's not worthy yet."

…

"See, it's that simple to make a dead thing have consciousness."

An activated piece of armor was walking among the Ravenclaw students. The visor opened and closed like a mouth, and was performing a hilarious talk show, making each of the originally frustrated students They couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Professor Flitwick stretched out his wand and made the armor perform various actions: "Look, like this, as the giver of will, I have absolute control over it. And if I If I was going to make it stop..."

He waved his wand gracefully, and the armor immediately stopped moving and turned back into a dead object: "It's that easy."

"And the so-called Castle Will is essentially just that - a mind created by wizards."

"It should only serve the wizards within it, and has no right to deprive anyone of their right to learn, let alone harm others."

"If it does that, that means it's malfunctioning..."

"Should be closed and repaired."

…

Professor Snape was sitting in the Dean's office, without any students around him who needed his comfort and encouragement.

Anyway, the person who can enter Slytherin is at least a mixed-race, so there is no need to worry about being attacked by the basilisk...

Boom, boom, boom!

"Professor Snape, can I come in? I have something very important to tell you!"