I, Hogwarts Second Week

The main dish on the table, lamb chops and potatoes.

Hermione devoured the food quickly.

He was in a hurry, completely ignoring his own image.

You should have given up on such useless things as choosing a mate! (laugh)

"You look like you haven't eaten in three days." Ron said in shock.

Looking at Hermione, he actually felt a little bit scared.

"No - it's four days." Harry said teasingly.

Seeing her stuffing a large handful of bean sprouts into her mouth, Ron finally couldn't help but said, "Is there no one you care about in the castle?"

"I'm in a hurry!" she said.

"What time are you rushing?"

"I'm going to the library. I still have a lot of questions about alchemy and transfiguration."

"Huh?" Ron said in disbelief, "Hermione - it's the first day of school! Are you crazy?"

"Besides, hasn't this year's alchemy professor arrived at Hogwarts yet?" Harry looked at Hermione seriously. George and Fred told them a few days ago that they said their alchemy courses would be postponed. One push.

Because this year's Alchemy Professor seems to have been delayed by something and will arrive at Hogwarts later.

And Dumbledore didn't interfere. He just asked the young wizards who chose alchemy to review it.

Harry and Ron both knew about it, and so did Hermione.

For these two guys who can just pass the exam. The professor did not arrive at school, which was a great blessing. Lady Luck is smiling. Yes.

As for previewing or reviewing?

Sorry, they can't spell those two words.

"I want to catch up with the others before the professor arrives at Hogwarts!"

"You want to catch up with Owen's progress!" Harry mercilessly pierced Hermione's little heart.

Hearing the sound, Miss Granger unconsciously lowered her head again and ate with great enthusiasm.

When she swallowed the last bite of potatoes, she jumped up and said only, "See you in the afternoon."

Just ran away.

"What's wrong with her? She's never been so interested in a course." Ron asked Harry.

"I don't know." Harry was about to watch the World Cup video with Wood again when his voice suddenly disappeared.

"Forget it - Harry, let's go to the lawn," Ron suddenly said excitedly. At this time, the life of the good buddy beside him seemed to be suspended.

He stood there blankly, with a silly smile on his face.

Ron stopped and followed Harry's line of sight with a frown.

I saw a group of girls wearing blue bow ties and an eagle badge on their chests suddenly walking in in front of the auditorium.

Ron knew the girl at the head.

It's Qiu Zhang, a fifth-year Ravenclaw student.

"Harry? Harry!" Ron raised his voice and shouted in Harry's ear.

But the effect only made him tilt his head slightly, and the idiotic smile on his face never stopped, "She is so beautiful!" Harry said blankly.

However, maybe the noise Ron just made was heard by those Ravenclaw girls.

When Harry looked at her blankly and said, "She is so beautiful," the girl just turned her head.

Immediately, Harry felt a surge of heat, and his cheeks quickly turned crimson.

Naturally, this scene also fell into Zhang Qiu's eyes. The girl was a little embarrassed and quickly avoided contact with Harry's fiery eyes.

But the restlessness originating from the hearts of boys and girls still made her couldn't help but cast her eyes on Harry again.

Eyes facing each other.

Qiu Zhang smiled and successfully caused critical damage to the savior.

It was like a spring wave stirring up the water on the lakeside. The ripples gradually grew from one point to the next. Harry, who was sinking into the lake, was completely unaware of it. Only Ron's voice seemed to come from the horizon in his ears.

"Harry! Harry!!"

"Harry!!!"

"Ding--"

The bell rang for the afternoon class.

Owen and Hannah Justin walked towards the third floor together.

When they hurried over because Owen took a nap, the classroom was already filled with people.

Everyone was in high spirits, looking forward to the new professor, especially the senior Auror Moody's classes. Except for Sirius, this enthusiasm in this class was the first in several years.

In the classroom, the atmosphere was extremely quiet, everyone took out their textbooks and waited.

Soon, they heard Moody's distinctive thumping footsteps coming down the corridor.

He walked into the classroom looking weird and scary as usual.

Everyone could just see his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

"Put these things away." He said gruffly, walking to the podium with difficulty on crutches and sitting down. "You don't need these textbooks. I won't use these things in my class. Take them." Get out your wands."

The little wizards put their books into their schoolbags, and all of them looked particularly excited.

According to past experience, taking out the magic wand means that this class will be very interesting.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted and scarred face, and began to call names. His normal eye moved down the list, and his magic eye kept turning around, staring at each student who responded.

It's like interrogating a criminal.

"Okay." When the last classmate finished answering, he said, "I received a letter from Professor Lupine and Sirius, introducing the situation of this course. It seems that there is no knowledge about how to deal with dark magic animals. , you have mastered a lot of basic knowledge - you have learned how to deal with Boggarts, Red Hats, Hinkpunks, Grindylows, Cabba and Werewolves, right?"

"Yes, professor!" Justin raised his neck proudly and said.

Although Owen always points fingers at him, in fact, Justin is still very good in this class, at least better than the young wizards outside the trio (Gryffindor and Hufflepuff) Better.

It's just that Irving is there, which makes him a little "slow to react".

In fact, at Hogwarts, Justin's magic ability was considered to be among the top.

It's just that one person is ahead of everyone else.

Yes—Justin had always felt that way.

"Very good!" Moody nodded. "In view of what happened last Christmas, I think you have come into contact with possibly the most evil group of dark wizards and dark magic in the world."

Moody was not involved in the battle before Hogwarts.

He had fainted by then.

However, Sirius sent a letter detailing this information.

At least he knew that the seemingly ignorant young children in front of him had already come into contact with Voldemort, the most evil wizard in the world.

Some of them even fought against Voldemort.

This surprised him, especially Harry and Owen.

One can actually fight Voldemort a few times, and the other can save him from those terrible monsters.

Then came the World Cup incident.

He was so surprised.

He didn't understand why the little wizards at Hogwarts had become so strong over the years! In his impression, among the little wizards, even in seventh grade, not many were fully proficient in some basic defense against dark arts.

So when Dumbledore invited him, he agreed without thinking too much.

He was going to see - to see why Hogwarts had changed so much.

"Some of you are indeed very good, even too good."

"Yes, I read the newspaper and know what you did during the World Cup." Moody glanced at all the little wizards present, and many faces appeared in the newspaper, "But what I want to say is, although you He's seen a lot, but he's never really had a one-on-one fight with a dark wizard."

"Of course, Dumbledore can't give you such an opportunity, otherwise he would have retired."

"Haha." Moody's sudden joke made the atmosphere in the classroom much more relaxed.

Many little wizards started whispering to each other, bragging to their best friends about their World Cup exploits.

How he captured Beauxbatons with his hands and stepped on Durmstrang with his feet.

"But - just by watching, you will never learn how to fight correctly!" Moody suddenly raised his voice.

The rough sound was like a broken drum, thick and deep, rough and full of unpleasant noises. His magic eyes suddenly turned sharply and immediately rested on Owen, "If a dark wizard suddenly releases a killing curse on you now, how should you respond! Owen!"

"Huh?" Owen was a little confused when his name was called - he was staring at Moody fiercely.

Speculate whether he is someone else pretending to be him.

So far, I have indeed not seen him take out any strange bottles and jars and take a sip of the mysterious potion inside.

But this does not mean that the Moody in front of him is 100% himself.

After all, Owen himself had seen someone who could transform without relying on potions. One was his grandfather, Grindelwald.

The other was Tonks.

"Use transformation to transform into any object for physical resistance. Such as walls, shields, etc. The life-killing spell can be blocked by solid obstacles."

"Very well - but most objects cannot completely block the Killing Curse, especially when unleashed by a ruthless dark wizard," Moody added.

"Then - remember the casting action of the Killing Curse. When the opponent uses it, use the Disarming Curse in advance to disarm his wand."

"Suddenly! I mean suddenly. What can you see in the dark corridor?" Moody suddenly stared at him, and an invisible sense of oppression came over him.

"." Owen raised his head and stared into Moody's eyes.

He didn't notice the oppressive feeling, but the strong and strange smell of potion on his body almost stimulated tears to flow from his eyes.

Rubbing his sore nose, Owen sneezed.

Then he stared at him silently and said flatly: "Then - take advantage of the last moment of your life to raise your middle finger towards the green light. Many years later, when facing the dark wizard, people will remember your fearlessness when evil comes. Facing that distant night.

Noble men passing by your grave will shed hot tears for your interesting and great soul. "

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wonderful!

Meow! This idea.

Apart from the fact that I burp my own farts, it’s all good!

Moody stared at Owen speechlessly. This senior Auror, half of the dark wizards in Azkaban were the ruthless people he sent there, and the corners of his mouth twitched for the first time.

Is this something a normal wizard can come up with?

It's so great. Remove those modifiers - what difference does it make to wait for death?

He stared at Owen for a long time. After he was sure that the kid was not playing tricks on him, but actually thought it would be cool to look like that, he gave up completely and turned his evil eyes away.

"mistake!"

"The correct thing to do is to get down immediately!" Moody looked at the young wizards and immediately told them about his many years of combat experience.

"We all know that wizards need to target when casting spells, and most wizards choose the body as the target," he said. "Because it makes it more likely to hit the opponent."

"You should get down immediately, this is the fastest reaction you can make, and then take advantage of the gap between his spells to fight back."

Moody's words made all the little wizards present look thoughtful.

They had never heard of such detailed fighting techniques.

But - does lying down really help?

No matter how you look at it, casting the killing curse takes only a moment, so they don't have time to react.

Moody seemed to see the confusion in the little wizard's eyes. He moved his short leg back and forth in the classroom, 'Bang! Bang! ’ The sound is endless.

"Yes, lying down is not 100% effective, but it is the most effective." He warned: "Don't show off."

"I know that the magic skills of the little wizards coming out of Hogwarts have become increasingly higher and higher over the years."

He was definitely talking about Percy.

Owen speculated.

He is the only one among the higher-level young wizards who now holds the position of Assistant to the Director of the Auror Office.

And Moody would most likely have to reach out to him.

"Many new Aurors lose their lives because of their pride." He stood up with difficulty on his prosthetic legs, opened the drawer of the podium, and took out a glass bottle.

Three big black spiders were crawling inside, looking scary.

"Perhaps you all know these three magics, but you have never had such a close encounter." Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and placed it on his open palm for everyone to see.

"Sanchez, do you know how to cast the Unforgivable Curse?" He placed the spider on the table and raised his magic eye slightly.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

The next second, a green curse flew past. After the blinding green light, the spider in front of him that was still alive and kicking just now died quietly.

"Are you going to come here without opening your mouth?" Owen spread his hands with a relaxed expression on his face.

"."

In the empty classroom, it seemed as if an invisible giant was flying through the air. It was the shadow of the God of Death.

It just came here and took the life of that poor spider.

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Moody's eyes tightened rapidly. He never expected that Owen would directly cast a spell on Avada——

Instinctively, he quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Owen.

In just an instant, he came back to his senses.

Moody stared at Owen, his head suddenly filled with waves.

He originally just wanted to shock the most 'rampant' little wizard in Hogwarts, whether it was described in Sirius's letter or Lupin's letter.

He even entertained the idea that the child might be capable of the Imperius Curse or the Cruciatus Curse.

But the killing curse - only the most evil wizard can cast it. He would never believe that a teenager could perform it.

This has nothing to do with magic skills. In order for the killing curse to cause terrible consequences, the caster must be extremely cruel and terrifying. You must be crazy enough to want to kill the person in front of you in order to use this magic normally.

As far as the little wizards and wizards at Hogwarts were concerned, with the darkness in their hearts, Moody had deep doubts whether they could make their noses bleed.

But now - he looked sideways at the dead spider corpse.

Such a huge power is definitely not something that an ordinary little wizard can display.

He had some suspicion that the child in front of him was actually a Death Eater who drank Polyjuice Potion and sneaked into Hogwarts.

"you"

Moody's magic eye looked back and forth on Owen crazily. The magic eye that is constantly shrinking and enlarging even looks like it is going to break.

He was about to say something.

But before he could say anything, the reactions of the little wizards on the side puzzled Moody.

Because they didn't react at all.

Justin held his chest and pretended to be hit by a spell, then fell on his back on the table and joked with Ernie MacMillan.

McMillan was roommates with them all.

He is a short and fat student. Everything is good with Hannah and Justin.

Of course, there is no one in Hufflepuff who has a bad relationship with Hannah Justine.

A few of them have become loyal, honest, fair-playing and diligent again after Owen's earnest teachings.

Hannah and Susan were whispering something to each other, seemingly talking about the Acromantula the year before last.

That one was much bigger than the spider Moody pulled out.

Most of the other little wizards had this indifferent expression, as if Owen had just cast a levitating spell.

Moody took note of the little wizard's reaction.

He was greatly puzzled.

I don't understand why the little wizard reacted so lightly.

Could it be that times have really changed?

Or - Dumbledore improved this magic?

So that it can be released without too many evil thoughts?

This idea suddenly popped up in Moody's mind, but he shook his head and rejected it in an instant.

How is this possible, the Killing Curse has been around for hundreds of years.

Sure enough, the little wizard in front of me is a Death Eater in disguise, maybe bigger!

"You could cast the killing curse? How could you?"

"It's just a curse." Owen spread his hands and said nonchalantly, "I don't know how many wizards have died under this curse in the past few months."

"You're not going to put me in Azkaban just because I killed a spider!" He shook his head and looked at Moody with a half-smile.

"There are many people out there who have not been convicted of this!"

"They will have their retribution." Moody said seriously. "Years ago, many wizards claimed that they were controlled by the Imperius Curse, so they followed the mysterious man. Many people still use this as an excuse."

"Oh! Then I can't." Owen's clear eyes showed confidence, "There are too many secrets in my little head. I spent some time on this. Now - no one can break me brain."

"Yeah?"

Moody's normal eye was full of alertness.