Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 275 Death Eater Crash Course, courtesy of Azkaban Academy

As class approaches, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is already full of people.

Everyone took out their own "Black Magic: Self-Defense Guide" and waited quietly. The atmosphere in the classroom seemed extremely serious.

Soon, the students heard Professor Moody's unique "thumping" footsteps, and the sound got closer and closer along the corridor.

Professor Moody walked into the classroom slowly on crutches.

His appearance was a little scary as usual, but he also had a different kind of unique charm.

The claw-like wooden foot was exposed from under his robes, but Professor Moody seemed unconcerned, not even trying to use magic to disguise it as a real foot.

"Put these things away, your textbooks, and your quills!"

Professor Moody said in a rough voice, walked to the podium with difficulty, sat on the chair, and threw the crutches aside.

"Judging by my syllabus, these bedtime books for young children will probably not be used during this school year."

There was a buzz of excitement in the classroom.

When a professor asks students to put away their textbooks and pens, it means the class is going to be practical.

Putting aside the practical lessons of other courses, in terms of Defense Against the Dark Arts, only the practical lesson brought by Professor Lockhart in the second year left a bad experience for the young wizards.

Last semester, the practical classes taught by Professor Lu Ping were very interesting and benefited the students a lot.

Correspondingly, the course taught by Professor Quirrell was very boring, and the play performed by Professor Lockhart was somewhat interesting at first, but then it also started to become boring.

So now Professor Moody is preparing to take practical classes... His status in the hearts of the little wizards has been greatly improved!

Professor Moody took out the roll call sheet, shook his head, and shook the long gray hair away from his scarred face.

Professor Moody's normal eye moved down the list, while the magic eye began to rotate, watching every student who responded.

When Harry was called, Professor Moody raised his head and looked at Harry with his good eye.

After a while, he continued to read the roll call.

After the last student answered, Professor Moody stuffed the roll call sheet back into the desk drawer:

"Okay, now let's get down to business."

"Before I came to take up this position, I received a letter from your last professor, Professor Lupine."

"He introduced me to this course and talked about your basics."

"Although I don't want to make easy comments on my colleagues, except for dark wizards."

"You are more unfortunate," Professor Moody stood up. "Unfortunately, you met two dark wizards with ulterior motives as professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"This has greatly slowed down your progress in class."

"But you are also lucky. I have been in contact with Remus for a long time and know that he is indeed a top master in dealing with dark magical creatures."

"So far you have learned to deal with most common dark magic creatures, and you have even dabbled in werewolves, is that right?"

The students below all nodded proudly, looking very proud.

"But in my opinion, these are useless!" Professor Moody's voice suddenly rose and he slammed the table.

Many students sat up straight. Lavender and Parvati, who were passing the fortune-telling charts of the Heavenly Palace to each other in the last row, were even more startled and quickly ended their little actions.

But after a while, after the students reacted, some people questioned Professor Moody's words.

"Professor, I have a different opinion." After raising her hand and getting a nod from Professor Moody, Hufflepuff Susan stood up.

"I think the knowledge we have learned is still very useful."

"I feel that at least I will never forget how to deal with Boggarts, how to deal with red hats, and how to expel Xinkpunk in my lifetime."

"Oh?" Professor Moody said in a hoarse voice and sneered.

"You are Miss Susan Bones, aren't you? Amelia Bones' niece?"

After receiving Susan's nod in response, Professor Moody asked gruffly:

"Then did your aunt tell you about the death records of wizards in recent years?"

"How many people died from Redcaps? How many people died from Boggarts? More seriously, how many people died from werewolf teeth?"

"Has your aunt ever told you not to enter Knockturn Alley? There are dark wizards there, and listed the number of wizards who die from black magic every year?"

"Did she tell you that in the archives of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, there are countless cases of people being harmed and killed by dark magic?"

"However, there have been only a handful of cases of magical animals injuring people in the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures in recent years, and the number of fatal cases is almost zero!"

Susan opened her mouth, but nothing came out. After all, Professor Moody told the truth.

Professor Moody thumped the floor several times with his cane:

"As I said, most wizards will hardly encounter many dark magic creatures in their lifetime, and a large part of them are not lethal yet."

"The dark wizards are different. They are the biggest threat to ordinary wizards."

"Especially since the current magical world is not peaceful, there are turbulent undercurrents..."

"Professor!" Hannah raised her hand, "I feel that the magic world is very safe now."

"Safe?" Professor Moody's mouth twisted into a weird smile.

After a moment, he knocked on the blackboard, and a green mark gradually took shape on the blackboard.

Many students took a breath of cold air and leaned back subconsciously.

"Miss Aibo, please tell me, what is this mark?"

"It's...it's the Dark Mark..." Hannah's voice was trembling, and her words were not very clear.

"Yes, it's the Dark Mark." Professor Moody lingered on the podium,

"The Dark Mark that symbolizes Voldemort!"

After hearing the name, there was another gasp from below the podium, but Professor Moody didn't care.

"This mark just appeared once on the night of the Quidditch World Cup finals. It hung brightly in the sky, causing panic and humiliating all Aurors!"

"And coincidentally, there was a riot that night, a pretty big riot."

"If a certain classmate in the class hadn't happened to be at the scene, I think there would have been a lot of casualties that day."

With that said, Professor Moody nodded towards Harry.

"Harry, I sincerely think you are suitable to be an Auror. You are much better than those useless wooden piles I brought out!"

"If I hadn't retired, the Aurors currently serving would have to retake all psychological quality subjects!"

Professor Moody waved his wand again, and the marks on the blackboard disappeared. This made the whole class sigh in relief.

"Then I want to ask you, do you still think the magic world is very safe now?"

Professor Moody's voice was not loud, but it was deafening.

"Is it safe? It's not safe!"

"But this is nothing, I have seen more dangerous scenes!"

"Do you need me to explain to you the Wizarding War I experienced?"

"Groups of giants, inferi all over the mountains and plains, elusive werewolves... and those dark wizards who hide in the crowd and use black magic that can kill you at any time to make sneak attacks!"

"Have you ever seen the sky covered with all kinds of magical flames and deadly spells? Have you ever seen the hills piled up with corpses? Have you ever seen the Aurors and Death Eaters beaten to exhaustion, their eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and their hands all numb? Can’t hold the wand, but still cast spells with perseverance?”

"You haven't seen it before!"

"Now do you still dare to think that the magical world is absolutely safe and that you have enough self-protection capabilities!"

There was silence in the classroom, except for Harry staring calmly into Professor Moody's eyes.

The complex emotions in his eyes cannot be faked, and he is indeed a legendary Auror.

Professor Moody knocked on the blackboard hard:

"Now let's get down to business. I'm going to teach you some useful stuff this semester."

"The first question of the class...Does any of you know which spells are expressly prohibited from being used by wizards and wizards, and will result in the severest punishment if used?"

Several hands were raised tremblingly, including even Ron, who had been unwilling to raise his hand even once in four years.

"Mr. Weasley." Professor Moody looked at Ron, "Okay...then please tell me."

"I remember there was a... Imperius Curse." Ron's voice sounded less confident.

"This Imperius Curse should be one of the Unforgivable Curses."

"My father mentioned that this curse... caused a big... big... big... to the Ministry of Magic."

"It's a big trouble." Professor Moody helped Ron finish what he wanted to say and nodded appreciatively.

"Oh yes, your father must be very familiar with that spell."

"The Imperius Curse is one of the Unforgivable Curses. Although this spell does almost no harm to the human body, it is almost the spell that has caused the most trouble to the Ministry of Magic."

"Whether it was back then or recently, many people relied on this excuse to escape the fate of entering Azkaban!"

Professor Moody sneered and waved his wand.

Three glass bottles appeared on the table, each with a spider in it.

Ron's body shook violently, and he supported the table with his hands in time to prevent him from falling.

Professor Moody knocked on one of the glass bottles. The cap opened automatically and the spider flew to the table.

"Out of body." Professor Moody said calmly, pointing his wand at the spider.

No light emerged from the tip of his wand, but the flailing spider suddenly calmed down.

Without seeing any movement from Professor Moody, the spider began to jump up and down, and then ran wildly around the bottle.

After running the third lap, it suddenly performed a handstand, and then did two somersaults in the air.

Finally, the spider even stood up on its hind legs and began to perform a kind of tap dance.

Most of the students laughed, but Professor Moody didn't laugh, and neither did Harry, Hermione, or a few other students.

The laughter soon subsided and all eyes were fixed on Professor Moody.

"You think it's fun, don't you?" Professor Moody said softly,

"But if the person who fell under this spell was you, and the person who used the spell was a vicious Death Eater, a lunatic with no moral bottom line, would you laugh as happily as you do now?"

There was a deathly silence in the classroom, and many students even held their breath.

"This is the function of the Imperius Curse. It can make the living beings under the spell completely under my control."

Professor Moody's voice was hoarse, but extremely clear.

"I can make this spider do anything, even things that are beyond the limits of its life, such as running and fighting regardless of limb damage."

"If I wanted to, I could even let it hold its breath and suffocate itself to death."

"Do you still think this is funny?"

Seeing the fear on the students' faces, Professor Moody couldn't help but shake his head.

"Look, you think your magic level is good and you can deal with those ordinary dark magic creatures."

"But I cast a random spell and you felt so scared."

"Your psychology is not strong enough and your level is not high enough, so when facing the dark wizard, there is no room for resistance."

"That's why I have to teach you these lessons, just like Albus and I said, at least to let you see what true cruelty is."

"continue!"

Professor Moody selected two more students to say the other two spells in the Unforgivable Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Death Curse.

He then used the two spiders to demonstrate, and these two spiders fully demonstrated the power of the spell.

These two spells did not look so pleasant. Many little wizards turned pale with fright, almost fainted or slipped off the bench.

Neville's reaction was particularly violent, but Professor Moody lifted the Cruciatus Curse in time and apologized to Neville without explanation.

This surprised the students, and Neville's reaction was even more surprising.

"Professor, this is not your fault."

Neville's hands were still gripping the table in front of him tightly, his joints were white, and his voice was trembling, but full of determination.

"It's my fault... I'm too cowardly... I..."

Professor Moody sighed, looked at the students in the classroom who were full of searching eyes, and couldn't help but pat Neville's head gently.

After asking Neville to stay after class and talk to him about something, Moody continued his lecture.

The detailed explanation of the spells and the abundant examples provided perfectly demonstrate Professor Moody's knowledge base.

It's just that the style of this classroom... Why does it look so much like a Death Eater induction course kindly provided by Azkaban?

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)