I'm a priest at Hogwarts

The Potions class in the morning was unremarkable, only for Orlando. He did not make the potion according to the parameters marked in the textbook, but tried to improve the dosage of the potion. This was Snape's tacit approval. After all, the fourth grade The lessons Orlando had mastered in the first grade were a privilege given to him.

A crisp sound interrupted Orlando's thinking. This was already the sixth cauldron that Ron had burned out this year. Snape's roar almost broke the table, and he did not hesitate to punish Neville by keeping him in school.Neville had to go and disembowel a vat of horned toads, and when he came back, he was almost a nervous wreck.

"Do you know why Professor Snape has such a bad temper?" Ron said mysteriously.

At this time, Harry and Hermione were teaching Neville to recite a descaling spell and helping him remove dirt from his nails and body. Ron was not good at spells, so he did not help.

"Yes, of course," said Orlando, "because of Moody."

Everyone knew that Snape particularly wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a job he had failed to get four times in a row.Snape was dissatisfied with several of his previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, and he had this emotion written on his face - but for Mad-Eye Moody, he seemed to be particularly careful not to let this emotion Revealed.

Indeed, on several occasions when Orlando saw the two of them together - at meals or passing each other in the corridor - it was obvious to him that Snape was avoiding Moody's eyes, both the enchanted one and the other. Only normal eyes.

"I think Snape is a little afraid of him," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Imagine if Moody turned Snape into a horned toad," Ron said, his eyes misty and full of fascination, "and commanded him to jump around in the underground classroom. Jump….”

"It's best if you say this when no one is around, so you don't get caught by Snape," Hermione said, interrupting his obscenity.

"It's really disappointing. You interrupted the bad scene just before it appeared." Ron muttered. He also knew that the common room was not a good place to say this, so he did not dare to refute.

"Ron, show some respect to the professor." Snape still had a good relationship with him, and Orlando naturally didn't want to see anyone belittle him in front of him.He took out his wand and silently recited a spell, "Clean up."

Neville's nails, which Hermione and Harry couldn't clean despite all their efforts, were instantly clean.

"You are still awesome." Hermione praised sincerely.

After lunch, Orlando and Hermione hid in the Room of Requirement to practice as usual. Now, students who admired him came to chat with him wherever he went, so he preferred to hide here quietly and wait until the bell was about to ring before they came out from here. .

At this time, the door of the Defense Against Dark Arts class was already filled with students who had been waiting for a long time. They chatted excitedly and shared with each other the news they had learned from elsewhere. When the classroom door opened, they swarmed in and it was quickly filled. Seats at the front of the classroom.Orlando and Hermione arrived last and had to sit in the last row.

The students took out their copies of "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.Soon, they heard Moody's distinctive "thumping" footsteps walking down the corridor.

He walked into the classroom looking as weird and scary as usual.Students in the front row could just see his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

Moody looked around the classroom, his eyes briefly making contact with Orlando's and he quickly moved away.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, leaning on crutches as he trudged to the podium and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them."

The students put their books into their schoolbags. Harry and Ron looked particularly excited. They occupied a good position near the front.

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

When he read Orlando Bloom, there was an indescribable meaning in his tone. Although it didn't sound unusual, Orlando, who had strong soul power, still sensed a hint of malice through his intuition.

He couldn't help but test it with his mind. Good guy, this fake Moody actually had murderous intention towards him. This murderous intention was so powerful that it surpassed Harry.

"Hermione, be careful for a moment. Don't answer questions or push forward. Follow my instructions." Orlando whispered. Although Hermione didn't quite understand, she nodded subconsciously out of trust in him.

"Okay," he said after the last student finished answering, "I received a letter from Professor Lupine introducing the situation of this course. It seems that you have mastered how to deal with dark magical creatures. You learned a lot of basics - you learned how to deal with boggarts, red hats, hinkpunks, grindylows, Cabba and werewolves, right?"

The students murmured their approval.

"But you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells - not enough," Moody said sternly. "So, I'm going to let you experience the real, cruel battle between wizards. I have a year's experience Time will teach you how to deal with black magic——."

"What, you've only been teaching for one year, Professor?" Ron blurted out and asked.

Moody's magic eye turned and stared at Ron.Ron looked terrified, but soon Moody smiled - the first time Harry had seen Moody smile.When he smiled, his scarred face looked even more distorted and grotesque, but it was always comforting to know that he could still smile a friendly smile.Ron was greatly relieved.

"You are Arthur Weasley's son, right?" Moody said. "A few days ago, your father helped me get out of a very difficult situation... Yes, I only taught for one year and helped Deng Xiaoping." Bledo, do me a favor...just teach for a year and then get back to living my quiet retirement life."

He laughed hoarsely, then clapped his rough hands.

"Okay - let's get down to business. Spells, they have many forms, and their magic power is different. Now, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you various breaking spells, that's all. Logically speaking, you are less than six Grades, I shouldn't tell you what illegal dark magic spells look like, because you are still young and can't deal with this set of things. But Professor Dumbledore greatly praised your courage. He thinks you can deal with it. And in my opinion, the sooner you understand what you are dealing with, the better. If you have never seen something, how can you protect yourself from it? A wizard is going to read you an illegal spell. He is He's not going to tell you what he's up to. He's not going to spell you out frankly, fairly, and politely. You have to be ready and alert. You'd better put that thing away while I'm talking, Brown. Miss."

Lavender was startled and her face turned red.Just now, she showed Parvati the fortune-telling chart she drew under the table.Apparently, Moody's magical eye can penetrate not only the back of his own head, but also solid wood.

"So...does any of you know which spells will be punished the most severely by international wizarding laws?"

Several hands were raised tremblingly, including Ron. Hermione subconsciously wanted to raise her hands, but remembering Orlando's instructions, she retracted her hands.

Moody pointed at Ron, but his magical eye turned towards Hermione and Orlando.

"Uh, that's right," Ron said uncertainly, "My dad told me something... called the Imperius Curse or something, right?"

"Ah, yes," Moody said appreciatively, "Your father must know that spell. I think back then, the Imperius Curse caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic."

Moody 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.Harry felt Ron shrink slightly beside him - Ron hated spiders the most.

Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and held it in his open palm for everyone to see.Then he pointed his wand at it and murmured: "Out of Body!"

The spider jumped away from Moody's palm, dangling a filament, and began to swing back and forth, as if sitting on a high swing.It straightened its legs stiffly, then turned around and rolled somersaults, the filament snapped.It hit the table and started somersaulting in circles.Moody flicked his wand, and it stood up on its hind legs again, doing a kind of tap dance, yes, a tap dance.

Orlando's eyes lit up. What kind of black magic is this? This is soul magic. He could feel that the spider's young soul had been controlled by the curse. The fake Moody was giving instructions to it through the spirit, through the soul. Control its body to perform various actions.

Everyone laughed--except Moody and Orlando.

"You think it's fun, don't you?" he asked in a rough voice, "Would you like it if I did this to you?"

The laughter disappeared almost immediately.

"It's under my control," Moody said softly as the spider balled up and started rolling around. "I can make it jump out of the window, or drown itself, or jump into your place. In the throat of a classmate..."

Many students closed their mouths in horror, fearing that Moody would actually let the spider roll into their mouths.

Orlando smacked his lips. He had just tried to touch it with the power of soul. He felt that with his soul magic level, he could completely break the spell, or seize control of the spider through more powerful magic means.

"Years ago, many wizards were under the Imperius Curse," said Moody - Orlando knew he was talking about the days when Voldemort was at his most powerful. "It really kept the Ministry busy. They had to figure out who was who. He who acts under compulsion acts according to his own will.”

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I'll teach you how to do it, but it requires a lot of personality, and not everyone can master it. You'd better avoid getting hit by it. Stay vigilant at all times!" he Suddenly, he shouted loudly, startling everyone.