Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

At the opening party.

When Dumbledore announced that the Quidditch Cup for the school year would be cancelled, the whole audience was in an uproar.

And when he said that the "Triwizard Tournament", which had not been restarted for a long time, would be held at Hogwarts this year, the audience was silent for a moment.

Students all knew that, most of the time, Dumbledore would not openly joke in front of all the students.

Everyone was excited.

Even the arrival of Alastor Moody just now did not dampen their mood in the slightest.

"The Triwizard Tournament!"

When Dumbledore was explaining the origin of the tournament to students who were unaware of the tournament, some students who could not hide their excitement began to whisper.

Anriel glanced at the fake Moody and saw that he was observing everyone around him with his magic eye.

However, his gaze lingered on Dumbledore longer.

Most likely he was afraid of attracting Dumbledore's attention.

Anriel couldn't help but sigh that this guy was actually quite cautious and had pretty good personal abilities. He was definitely a qualified spy.

Then Anriel began to look at the other students in the auditorium like the fake Moody.

He saw the Weasley twins talking to each other, whispering;

He saw Ginny staring at him, and when she noticed Anriel's gaze, she turned her head away in an exaggerated manner;

He saw Hermione staring at the plate full of food in front of her, silent and livid, the plate was more than a foot away from her;

He also saw the excited faces of Harry and Ron... in fact, most of the students looked the same.

Not many people care how many people died in previous Triwizard Tournaments.

They only care about whether the so-called glorious title can fall on their heads...even if the chance is so slim that it can be almost ignored.

Anriel shook his head slightly...

He would not participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Not only did he not want to, Dumbledore would not want him to participate either.

The people at Durmstrang don't care about laws and regulations at all - they just kill people.

Although they will be the only ones who die in the end, it is still very troublesome.

In Anriel's eyes, their lives might not be lives... at best they were just a few big troubles.

As for the reason why Dumbledore didn't let Anriel participate in the competition, although he didn't say it explicitly, Anriel could guess it.

Of course, Dumbledore did not explicitly say that he did not want Anriel to participate in the competition...

However, the fact that he did not lower the entry threshold of just one year, allowing the sixteen-year-old Anriel to participate, is already very telling.

But then again... not participating in the game doesn't mean Anriel can't have an impact on the game...

Until he went back to the dormitory to sleep, Anriel had been thinking about... how to make the waters of the Triwizard Tournament even more muddy.

He has several ideas waiting to be tested.

But before that...

He planned to skip one of his classes to see how the fake Moody taught Defense Against the Dark Arts.

......

The first week of school, Thursday, fourth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Ding-deng-deng-"

Moody's wooden prosthetic leg hit the floor, making a sound that was not loud but enough to give people goose bumps.

"Put your textbook...wait, you are..."

Moody didn't look back, but his evil eye rolled around and stared at Anriel who was sitting at the side of the classroom.

"Ah... Professor Moody."

Anriel half bowed slightly:

"I came here today to sit in on a class..."

He shrugged.

"Although Professor Lupin's classes are lively, interesting and impressive, I always feel that in terms of practice -

Especially in terms of wizard combat practice... it's a little bit behind."

Anriel was telling the truth.

Because Lupin himself didn't have many dueling skills, far inferior to his two best friends -

James Potter and Sirius Black.

These two guys have been causing trouble since they were young, and it is common for them to be sent to the school hospital after duels.

In contrast, Remus, whose biggest mistake during school was "allowing his friends to bully others", was not very skilled in dueling before he turned into a werewolf.

Not to mention teaching students.

But the fake Moody in front of Anriel is different——

This guy has been through the days of living on the edge of a knife.

Whether in terms of courage, strategy, skill or experience, this guy is far better than Lupin.

There is no way. One is a theorist and the other is a practitioner. There is no comparability at all.

So after Anriel's explanation, Moody agreed to let Anriel sit in.

This is the Unforgivable Curse...

Fourth grade! Classroom! Practical training!

Otherwise, how can we say that Crouch Jr. is a pure lunatic...

Even if the real Mad-Eye came, he would definitely not have as much artistic effect as this guy.

In his opinion, these kids in the fourth grade should be able to face the most evil black magic, or at least be able to protect themselves from these things.

Or don't put yourself in danger of facing these things at all.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this teaching method. Barty Crouch Jr. plays it very similarly.

Even if it was the real Alastor Moody, he would probably say the same thing in class, right?

However, when Moody took out the three experimental spiders for teaching, Ron's face turned visibly pale...

"Who's going first? Hmm?"

Moody's rough and deep voice echoed throughout the classroom.

What does "You're not even in sixth grade yet, so I shouldn't be telling you about illegal dark arts so early in your life." mean?

You've already started the presentation!

With a clear sound of "soul leaving the body" that the whole class could hear, the spider that Moody had magnified for better observation... started tap dancing.

No one spoke.

The spider didn't look like it was in any pain.

In principle, because it is now completely under the control of the caster.

Moreover, after the spell ends, the person being manipulated will forget the memories of that period of time - at least most of it.

Anriel had used the Transfiguration Spell and the Oblivion Spell to achieve the same effect.

This is the benefit of having an open and active mind...

The second spell.

When Neville uttered the spell tremblingly, Anriel didn't know what Crouch Jr. was feeling.

The spider curled up in pain, its eight legs flailing helplessly in the air.

A particularly effective form of torture, mental torture at that.

Anriel suggested using "God of War" and "Flying Sand and Rocks" together, and then physically torture them...

It's not that we advocate this practice. The soul of Bellatrix, who was forcibly killed and driven by Anriel, is still in the Resurrection Stone.

The last one...

Avada Kedavra.

There's not much to say about this thing. The effect is simple and crude, and it's something that Anriel has already researched thoroughly...

simple!