I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"Avada Kedavra requires very powerful magical power as its foundation. - You can all take out your wands, point them at me, and recite this spell. I suspect that I will only get a little nosebleed at most." Moody looked around. After looking around for a moment, he stared at Orlando and quickly changed his words: "Of course, except Orlando. If he uses this spell on me, I will definitely be dead."

The students burst into laughter, and no one thought he was telling lies. After all, Orlando's strength is obvious to all and has been tested.

"But you are different. You are still very weak and your magic power is not strong. Using this spell on me will only cause me a little injury, but what does it matter? I am here to teach you how to recite the spell." Moody He turned his head and stopped looking at Orlando, fearing that he would not be able to resist using the killing curse on him.

"So, since there is no solution to the curse, why should I show you this? Because you must understand, you must fully realize what is the worst. You don't want to be walking on the street one day and suddenly encounter you now. The right situation, right? So, stay vigilant at all times." He shouted, startling the whole class again.

"Okay...these three spells - Avada Kedavra, Soul Imperius Curse, and Cruciatus Curse. These are called the Unforgivable Curse. It is enough to use any one of them on humans. A life sentence in Azkaban. This is what you have to defend against, this is what I'm going to teach you to defend against, and you need to be prepared, and you need to be on guard. But most importantly, you need to be vigilant at all times, Never let up. Get out your quill... and write this down..."

During the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three unforgivable curses.The classroom was quiet, no one spoke, until the bell rang.

But when Moody announced that get out of class was over, as soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged like a bursting flood.Most of the students talked about the spells in awe.

"Did you see the way the spider twitched?"

"He killed the spider in one shot - easy as that!"

"And Orlando, his Thunderbolt blocked the green light. Is that the Imperius Curse? Or the Avada Kedavra?" a voice suddenly asked in confusion.

"It can't be Avada Kedavra, it will kill people." Another voice said suddenly.

"But it doesn't look like the Imperius Curse to me?"

"Not like the Cruciatus Curse either."

"It can't really be Avada's Kedavra, right?"

The crowd suddenly became quiet, and they all looked towards Orlando. Orlando ignored them and walked straight out.

"Orlando, is it Avada Kedavra?" Hermione couldn't help but ask as she approached the hall.

"No way, no teacher would dare to use a killing curse on a student." Ron's face turned pale and he couldn't believe it.

"Moody himself said that using the Unforgivable Curse on humans will lead to a lifetime of imprisonment in Azkaban. He cannot knowingly do it." Harry also expressed his point of view.

Before Orlando could answer, a strange "thumping" sound came from behind them.Orlando turned around and saw Professor Moody limping towards this side.The four of them fell silent immediately. Hermione looked at him angrily, while Harry and Ron were a little scared and their eyes were averted. Only Orlando stared at him for a moment as if waiting for him to speak.

"Please forgive the subconscious excessive behavior of a retired old Auror, Orlando. If it were you, you would have subconsciously made the most direct counterattack like me when faced with endless sneak attacks and killings for too many years. Fortunately, you have the strength to do so. I am not weak and have not been hurt, otherwise I will never forgive myself in my life." Fake Moody's rough voice rarely became low and soft, and he was taking the initiative to show his kindness to Orlando to dispel his doubts.

"Professor, so you really used the Killing Curse?" Hermione asked loudly and angrily.

"Yes, I used the Killing Curse. It was my subconscious reaction. I can only say I'm sorry." Moody knew that no matter how much he explained, he could not hide the fact that he used the Avada Kedavra on his students, so he simply Admitted.

"You..." Hermione was trembling with anger. She, who never said bad words, was stopped by Orlando before she could say "bastard". He could already feel the killing intent emanating from the fake Moody. Didn't want Hermione to get involved.

"Professor, you don't need to apologize to me. I offended you first, so it's not your fault. Besides, I have nothing to lose. There is no need for you to explain it to me."

Moody gave him a long look, then turned his magical eye to Harry.

"Are you all right, Potter?"

"I'm fine, Professor," Harry replied, almost defiantly.Orlando is his best friend, but just now Moody personally admitted that he used the killing curse on him in class. If Orlando were not powerful enough, he would probably lose a friend.

Moody's blue eyes twitched slightly in their sockets as he studied Harry.Orlando clearly felt that the uncontrollable killing intent was coming again. He adjusted his thoughts and then said to Harry: "You must understand something. It may seem a bit cruel now, but you must understand it. It's not necessary. Cover up, only by facing these head-on can you defeat it, especially Harry, if you want to learn to be strong, you have to face it head-on."

Orlando stared at his back until he turned the corner.

"What on earth is going on?" Ron asked puzzledly.

"Haha, it's just a small misunderstanding. Don't take it to heart. Let's go."

"I always feel like you're hiding something from us?"

"You think too much. What can I hide from you? Let's go quickly. There are still many things to do tonight."

Hermione lowered her head and said nothing. There was something wrong with whether he was worthy of Moody, so she was still afraid that if Orlando failed to block the killing curse...she shuddered just thinking about it.

"If the Ministry of Magic knew that Moody was using the Killing Curse on students in class, would they cause trouble for Moody and Dumbledore?" Harry asked as they approached the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Ah, probably," said Ron, "but that's how Dumbledore does things, isn't he? And Moody has been in trouble for many years. He always doesn't distinguish between things, and he acts first and talks later - look Look at his trash cans. Nonsense."

The fat lady swung forward, exposing the hole.They crawled into the Gryffindor common room, which was packed and noisy.

"Are you still going to the Divination class?" Orlando asked Hermione. He knew that Hermione had told him more than once that she wanted to give up the course.

"Go, I have to watch you to prevent you from causing trouble again." Hermione rolled her eyes at her, and then went to the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

After the Divination class, Hermione sat in the lounge and petted her cat to distract her inner worries. Orlando took out a pack of dried fish to play with it.

"Have you forgotten that I also have a psychic bracelet that protects me? With it, no killing curse or anything else can hurt me." Orlando looked around and whispered.

"Then you can't put yourself at risk. You don't even know how worried I am."

"It's my fault. Although I realize that there is something wrong with him, I don't have direct evidence. I can't expose my magical powers, right?" Orlando spread his hands. Originally, he was not prepared to force himself to come forward. If Hermione hadn't asked him for help, He didn't want to meddle in this business, but he couldn't say that.

"It's all this damn fake Moody's fault." Hermione thought for a while and resolutely put the blame on Moody.

There were gradually more people in the common room. Seeing that the fish in Orlando's hand was empty, Crookshanks licked his paws, then strolled over to Hermione, and jumped onto an empty chair lightly.

Orlando looked around boredly, and suddenly discovered that Fred and George were hiding in the opposite corner, with their heads touching, holding quills, and studying a piece of parchment.

It was really strange that Fred and George were hiding in a corner, studying something quietly.They always like to be lively, make noises, and be the center of everyone's attention.Looking at the way they were studying the parchment, they seemed a little sneaky, and Orlando walked over quietly.

"What do you want to do?" George suddenly covered the parchment with his hand and asked warily.

"I'm just curious what are you doing?" Orlando asked, pointing to the parchment.

"we are at......."

"You can't talk about George," Fred quickly stopped him, "Orlando, just don't ask. We promised others to keep it secret."

"Okay, I won't ask anymore, you are busy." Since he couldn't say it, Orlando didn't force it. He was just curious. Since his curiosity couldn't be satisfied, forget it.