HP: The Shadow Returns

Also not very happy was Snape.

When he came back to the office and saw a pile of homework on the table that was not separated according to grades and colleges, he stood there with a grimace on his face and almost crushed the potion bottle in his hand.

Then he naturally vented all his anger on the Gryffindor students.

"Longbottom! You idiot with a mind full of splendens! My cauldron was basically destroyed by you!"

"You were obviously right next to him! Potter! Why didn't you remind him! Gryffindor, 20 points for you two!"

Snape was so furious in Potions class that he almost frightened the coward Longbottom into going to the infirmary with his gnashing of teeth.

At the end of this lesson, Snape said gloomily

"Nahitan stays, you can leave"

Sansaro was almost used to it. Theodore reached out and took away her textbook familiarly, and rushed to the next Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to reserve a seat for her in advance.

"Is there anything you need me to do, Professor?"

After everyone left, Sansaro stood up with a smile and asked.

Snape expressionlessly took out an opened envelope and placed it in front of her.

He picked it up and looked at it, frowned, and slowly shook his head, "Jointly publish a book? But I don't have any extra time this semester."

"So, I have taken it upon myself to reject it for you." Snape's calm words made Sansaro deeply puzzled.

However, he seemed to be able to read minds and said expressionlessly, "I think you have the right to know this, and that's all."

Sansaro pursed her lips and put the envelope into her pocket. "Okay, then I'll go to my next class. Goodbye, Professor Snape."

Perhaps in revenge for not classifying her homework last time, Sansaro knew how upset she was, so she quickly rushed to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

But it's still a little late.

Because Moody had already appeared and introduced himself, his name was written in sharp handwriting on the blackboard.

"Sorry Professor, I'm late. Professor Snape just asked me for something." She stood at the door and walked into the classroom very politely and said.

Moody didn't seem ready to let her go so easily. The moving magic eye looked up and down at her crazily.

"Snape's protégé and a member of the International Potions Federation, Miss Nashitan."

Sansaro understood that it was a taunt. Although she didn’t know why, she still had a smile on her face.

"You are exaggerating"

Moody snorted unintelligibly and asked her to sit back down.

Theodore cast concerned eyes over him, and Sansaro sat down and patted the back of his hand comfortingly.

Moody's voice soon became louder. "I have always practiced resisting black magic! But now, can any of you tell me how many kinds of unforgivable curses there are?"

"There are three, sir," said Hermione.

"Then why is it called the Unforgivable Curse?"

Her voice trembled a little, "Because each of them is unforgivable. Once used..."

Moody turned his back and wrote hard on the blackboard, "Yes, you will be sent to Azkaban with honor! Live a beautiful life with the dementors."

After he finished writing, he turned around and scanned the students crazily with his magic eye. Sansaro could clearly feel the fear he conveyed.

"Although the Ministry of Magic says that you are too young to experience these magic spells! But I think you must know yourself and your enemy! Only then can you take precautions!"

Moody seemed very dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic. He turned around and continued to write frantically.

"Don't stick your gum under the table! Mr. Finnigan!"

Everyone turned their heads and focused on the Gryffindor blaster in the last row. Ron gasped in surprise.

"He can see what's behind him"

"Yes, Mr. Weasley! I can still hear it!" He slammed the end of the chalk onto Ron's head.

"Ow!"

Draco sneered, but the next moment, another piece of chalk hit him on the head.

He was in so much pain that he immediately shouted dissatisfied, "Hey! I want to tell my dad!"

"Your father?!" Moody seemed even more annoyed after hearing this, and a terrifying smile appeared on his scarred face.

"Listen! If your shameful old father didn't have some money, he should be spending his remaining years in Azkaban with the Dementors!"

Moody's terrifying and ferocious appearance not only shocked Malfoy, but everyone present was frightened. Draco felt humiliated, and his face became increasingly pale.

Except for Sansaro and Theodore, she kept stroking the boy's hand under the table, and Theodore also enjoyed it.

Moody just stared at them. Although this look did not frighten the two of them, it did make the heartbeat of Daphne next to him go out of control.

"Then which one should we do first?" Moody laughed strangely.

"What?" Ron had a look of fear on his face.

"Weasley!"

"Yes, sir, I'm here!" He stood up tremblingly.

"Say one first"

"Uh, okay, my dad said there is one called the Imperius Curse, right." Ron looked around fearfully.

"Of course your father knows. The Ministry of Magic was in trouble a few years ago. You will soon know why." Moody took out a spider from the glass jar on the table.

To everyone's surprise, he began to demonstrate in public, using the Imperius Curse to control spiders to fly around.

On Ron's head, on Malfoy's head, on some girl's arm.

The atmosphere was quite cheerful at first, but when Moody controlled the spider to drown or crash it to death, everyone fell silent again.

"There are many wizards who claim that the reason why they obey the mysterious man's words is because they were affected by the Imperius Curse. How do we know which of them is lying?"

Moody's eyes turned to Longbottom. "What do you think?"

"I know the Cruciatus Curse, Professor" Longbottom said extremely uneasy.

But Moody still deliberately led him to the spider and used the spell. Everyone present knew that Longbottom's parents were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

He is still in St. Mungo's Hospital.

Neville Longbottom's expression became increasingly pained.

But all this was interrupted by a sudden yawn. Moody broke off the Cruciatus Curse and turned his head to stare at Sansaro.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't sleep well last night." The girl had a smile on her face and waved her hand, looking very apologetic.

Moody's eyelids twitched, and everyone focused on Sansaro. Harry turned to look at her, and couldn't help but wonder, was she doing this to rescue Neville?

"Longbottom, please sit back first." After Moody said that, he stared at Sansaro and Theodore beside her with his cold mechanical eyes that kept turning.

He thrust his cane into the ground.

"Since Miss Nasitan doesn't have the energy to listen in class, come to my office for tutoring after class."

"Sorry for your trouble"

There was no fear on Sansaro's face. The corners of his mouth slightly curved, and he secretly hooked Theodore's palm. The two made eye contact, and he understood what it meant.

Test....

Moody immediately demonstrated the last Unforgivable Curse, the Death Curse...

The poor little spider died just like that. The atmosphere in the classroom became solemn and quiet, and no one dared to look directly at the dead life.

"Only one person in history has escaped the Death Curse." Moody walked up to Harry Potter and took a sip of the contents of the cup with a somewhat crazy expression. "We all know each other and we know it well."