HP meets at Hogwarts

"Weasley! Hello, Weasley!"

Hearing Malfoy's voice calling Weasley loudly, Ann and Fanny looked at each other. They were about to go to the Great Hall for dinner, and when they turned a corner, they saw them in the foyer.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle stood together, as if they were all overjoyed about something.Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood opposite them, and there were many people in the hall waiting for the auditorium to open for dinner.

"What?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your dad's in the papers, Weasley!" said Malfoy, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet, speaking loudly enough for everyone in the hall to hear, "Listen Listen to this!"

The Ministry of Magic is in trouble again

It seems the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not over yet, writes our special correspondent Rita Skeeter.The Ministry of Magic has been under fire recently for failing to effectively maintain order at the Quidditch World Cup and for still failing to explain the disappearance of one of its witching officials.The Ministry of Magic was thrown into a new embarrassment yesterday by the bizarre behavior of Amie Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division.

Malfoy looked up.

"Come to think of it, Weasley, they didn't even get your father's name right. He's pretty much a nobody, isn't he?" he exclaimed gleefully.

At this moment, everyone in the hall was listening to him.Malfoy erected the newspaper like a play, and continued to read:

"Ami Weasley, who was ordered to own a flying car two years ago, was involved in an altercation yesterday with several Muggle enforcers ("the police") over a large number of highly offensive Mr. Weasley appears to have risen to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror. When Mad-Eye Moody could no longer tell the difference between a common handshake and willful murder, he began The Ministry of Magic retired. Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley rushed to Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Moody had made another false alarm and sent a false alarm by mistake. Mr. Weasley had to send several policemen to Mr. Weasley refused to answer when asked by a reporter from the Daily Prophet why he had involved the Ministry of Magic in such a pointless and potentially intractable affair. .”

"There's another picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, turning the newspaper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents standing in front of your house—you call this a house, too." If your mother could lose a little weight, she'd look about right, wouldn't she?"

Ron was shaking with anger.Everyone in the hall looked at him.

"Go away, Malfoy," said Harry, "don't be mad, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "Then please tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the photo a bit distorted?" ?”

"And your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry, as he and Hermione grabbed Ron by the back of his robes to keep him from leaping at Malfoy, "look at that look on her face, it's like her nose There's shit underneath! Does she always look that way, or is it because she's with you?"

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.

"How dare you insult my mother, Potter."

"Then shut your fat mouth," said Harry, turning away.

boom!

Several people screamed, and Malfoy drew out his wand and cast a spell on Harry.

But a white light flew out against Harry's cheek.

boom!There was a flash of purple light, and then a roar echoed in the hall, "Oh, don't do that, boy!"

Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs.With his wand in hand, he pointed at a snow-white ferret, which was shivering on the flagstone floor where Malfoy had been standing.

Fanny covered her mouth with terror to keep from screaming.Ann frowned, staring at Professor Moody who walked among them.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked Harry, his voice low and hoarse, angrily.

"No," said Harry, "no hit."

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.

"Don't touch—what?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"It's not you—it's him!" roared Moody again, pointing his thumb over the shoulder at Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret, but froze in place.Moody's roving eye seemed to be able to see behind the head as if by magic.

Moody started limping toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, and the ferret gave a yelp of terror, ducked, and ran in the direction of the basement.

"I don't believe in that!" roared Moody, pointing his wand again at the ferret, who rose ten feet in the air, fell to the ground with a thud, and went up again.

"I don't like people who attack people in the back," said Moody gruffly--as the ferret jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain. Cowardly behavior..."

The stoat leapt into the air, flailing its legs and tail desperately.

"Never-don't-do-do-" Moody said, uttering a word every time the ferret dropped to the flagstones and jumped up again.

There was an eerie silence in the hall.No one dared to move except Moody.

"Professor Moody!" said a startled voice.

Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble staircase with a stack of books in his arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody quietly, making the ferret jump higher.

"You—what are you doing?" asked Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the ferret bouncing in mid-air.

"Lesson learned," Moody said.

"Lesson—what, Moody, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the books in his arms fell to the ground.

"That's right," Moody said.

"My God!" cried Professor McGonagall, hurrying down the stairs and drawing his wand.A moment later, with a loud crack, Draco Malfoy recovered.He lay huddled on the flagstones, his smooth, blond hair hanging over his now dazzlingly red face.After a while, he stood up, trembling.

"Moody, we never use transfiguration as punishment!" said Professor McGonagall weakly. "Professor Dumbledore must have told you?"

"He probably mentioned it," said Moody, scratching his chin absently, "but I think it's time to scare hard—"

"We can go into detention, Moody! Or report to the dean of the subject's college."

"I'll do that," Moody said, glaring at Malfoy in utter disgust.

Malfoy's pale eyes were still watering with pain and shame as he looked up at Moody viciously and muttered something, several of which were clearly heard, "my dad".

"Oh, did you?" Moody limped forward a few steps, the sound of his wooden leg thumping against the ground echoing in the hall, "Yes, I knew your father before, boy... ...you tell him that Moody is keeping an eye on his son...you tell him that for me...well, your Head of House is Snape, isn't it?"

"Yes." Malfoy said bitterly.

"An old friend too," growled Moody. "I've been looking forward to a good chat with old fellow Snape... Come on, boy..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him towards the dungeon.

Professor McGonagall watched their backs uneasily. After a while, she pointed at the fallen books with her wand, causing them to rise into the air and return to her arms.

The door of the auditorium had been opened for a while, but it wasn't until Professor McGonagall left that the students went to the auditorium to eat, discussing.

"My God... what will happen to Draco?" Pansy asked anxiously as soon as he sat down, tears welling in his eyes, "How could he turn Draco into a ferret? He's such an evil, damn it people..."

Millis and Thalia (Ann's other two roommates, Slytherin girls) accompanied Pansy to comfort her, and Fanny also whispered a few words of comfort.

But Pansy kept crying, and Ann had to put down her knife and fork in the middle of her meal, and for a clean dinner, she said, "Pansy, don't cry, I'm sure Malfoy will be fine. Dean Nepe thinks Draco is an excellent student, Professor Moody took him to see the dean, do you think he will receive any punishment from the dean?"

After listening to Ann's words, Pansy's crying gradually turned into a sob, and then into a choking sound. She rubbed her eyes and nodded, "Well, Draco is an excellent student, and the dean will definitely not embarrass him ..."

Fanny looked at Ann in surprise, and when Ann picked up the knife and fork again to eat, she whispered, "Ann, I didn't expect you to speak for Draco?"

"I didn't speak for Malfoy..." Ann said vaguely, "I just want a clean dinner... and Malfoy will be fine, you should know this fact..."

After lunch on Thursday, 10 minutes before the bell rang, when Ann and Fanny walked into the classroom, they were surprised to find that the classroom was almost full of Gryffindor students.

"It seems that the Gryffindor students like this new professor very much..." An Zai said casually after sitting down.

Fanny took "Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense" out of her school bag, nodded in agreement, and opened the book to preview.

But not every Gryffindor student arrived early, and it wasn't until ten seconds before the bell rang that Hermione ran into the classroom panting and sat next to Harry and Ron.

Fanny looked at the three who were discussing something in a low voice, and leaned into Ann's ear and asked, "Ann, do you know what Hermione is doing? Isn't she always very active in class?"

"She should have gone to the library..." Ann said.

"Really? What is she doing in the library?"

"I don't know, I just saw her often in the library these two days... So I guess she may have just come out of the library..."

At this moment, Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps came down the corridor.He entered the classroom, looking as odd and frightening as ever.The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, walking with difficulty to the edge of the podium with a cane, and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them."

The students put the books in their schoolbags.

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

"Okay," he said when the last student had finished answering, "I have received a letter from Professor Lupine explaining the course. It seems that you have mastered how to deal with dark magic animals." Quite a few basics - you learned how to deal with Boggarts, Red Hoods, Hinkpunk, Grindylows, Kabbahs and Werewolves, right?"

The students murmured their approval.

"But you haven't learned enough—not enough about how to deal with spells," Moody said. "So I'm going to give you a taste of the magic that the wizards use between them. I've got a year to teach you how to deal with the dark. magic--"

"What, what did you say?" Ron blurted out and asked.

Moody's magic eye turned and stared at Ron.Ron looked terrified, but soon Moody was laughing.When he smiled, his scarred face looked even more twisted and weird, but it was always comforting to know he could still smile amicably, and Ron seemed relieved.

"You're Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you?" said Moody. "Your father helped me out of a very difficult situation a few days ago... Yeah, I only teach for a year. Help Dumbledore Do Lido a favor...just teach for a year and get back to my peaceful retirement."

He laughed hoarsely, then clapped his rough big hands.

"Okay—let's get down to business. Spells, they have many forms, and their magical powers are different. Now, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all kinds of broken spells, that's all. Logically speaking, you are less than six years old. Grade, I shouldn't tell you what the illegal black magic spell looks 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 it seems to me that the sooner you understand what you're dealing with the better. How can you protect yourself from something if you've never seen it? Some wizard is going to cast you an illegal spell, and he's Won't tell you what he's up to. He won't be candid, fair, polite. You've got to be prepared and on your toes. You'd better get that thing out of the way while I'm talking, Brown Miss."

Lavender was startled and flushed.

"So... do any of you know, which spells are the most severely punished by the wizarding law?"

Several hands went up, all Gryffindor students, Ron and Hermione among them.The Slytherins all watched, but no one raised a hand.Moody pointed to Ron, but his magic eye was still on Lavender.

"Uh, yeah," said Ron uncertainly, "my dad told me about a... called Imperius Curse or something, right?"

"Ah, yes," said Moody appreciatively, "your father must have known about the spell. The Imperius Curse got the Ministry of Magic a lot of trouble back then."

Moody stood up with difficulty on his prosthetic leg, opened the drawer of the lectern, and took out a glass bottle.Three big black spiders crawled inside.

Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and placed it on his outstretched palm for all 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.

Some students laughed, the appearance of the spider is really ridiculous.But most of the Slytherins watched in silence.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" Moody asked suddenly, gruffly. "Would you like it if I did this to you?"

The laughter disappeared almost immediately.

"Totally under my control," Moody said softly--then the spider mass got up and started rolling around, "I can make it jump out of the window, or drown itself, or jump into your A classmate's throat..."

Some students shook involuntarily.

"A lot of wizards were under the Imperius Curse many years ago," said Moody. "It's a real mess for the Ministry. They're trying to figure out who's being forced to do what they want and who's doing what they want."

"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.

Moody grabbed the somersaulted spider and threw it back into the glass bottle.

"Does anyone else know what spells? Illegal spells?"

Hermione raised her hand high again, as did another unexpected person, Neville's hand in the air.Now most of the Slytherin students focused their attention on Neville. Everyone knew how bad Neville's performance in Professor Snape's Potions class was.

"Go ahead," said Moody, his enchanted eye twitching and looking at Neville.

"There's one—the Cruciatus Curse," Neville said quietly but clearly.

Moody looked at Neville very intently, this time with both eyes.

"Are you Longbottom?" he said, his enchanted eye down to examine the roster.

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody didn't ask any further questions.He turned his back to the class, took a second spider out of the glass bottle, and placed it on the podium.The spider was motionless, looking terrified.

"The Cruciatus Curse," said Moody. "Needs to zoom in so you can see," he said, pointing at the spider with his wand. "Get bigger!"

The spider swelled up.It is now bigger than a tarantula.Moody raised his wand, pointed at the spider, and said softly, "Crucio!"

Immediately, the spider's legs all retracted, clinging to the body.It turned over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently, shaking from side to side.Moody didn't take his wand away, and the spider began to tremble and twitch more violently.

"Stop!" Hermione screamed.Ann turned her head to look, she found that Hermione didn't look at the spider, but looked at Neville. Following Hermione's gaze, she saw that Neville's hands were tightly clutching the table in front of him, his knuckles were turning white, his eyes Wide open, filled with fear.

Moody raised his wand, and the spider's legs slackened, still twitching.

"Shrinking fast," murmured Moody.The spider shrank back to its original size, and Moody put it back in the bottle.

"Extremely painful," Moody whispered. "If you can chant Cruciatus, you don't need thumb clips or knives to torture people. .

"Okay... does anyone else know the spell?"

The classroom suddenly fell silent, and everyone seemed to be guessing in their hearts what would happen to the last spider.

Hermione raised her hand a third time, but her hand trembled slightly.

"Go ahead," Moody said, looking at her.

"The Avada Suo," Hermione whispered.

Both Gryffindors and Slytherins looked over at Hermione uneasily.

"Ah," said Moody—his crooked mouth twitched again in a slight smile, "yes, this is the last and most powerful spell. Avada Kedavra . . . the death curse."

He reached into the glass bottle, and as if knowing the impending doom, the third spider scrambled desperately around the bottom of the bottle, trying to avoid Moody's finger, but he caught it anyway and put it on the podium .The spider started crawling desperately across the wooden tabletop again.

Moody raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" he roared.

A dazzling green light stabbed people to open their eyes, and at the same time there was a chaotic sound, as if an invisible behemoth was flying through the air - at the same time, the spider turned over and lay on its back on the table. Not the least bit scarred, but undoubtedly dead.

Many students in the classroom tightly covered their mouths to prevent them from screaming.The spider slid off the table and onto the floor.

"It's not nice," said Moody quietly. "Unpleasant. And there's no break. There's no way to resist it. As far as anyone knows, there's only one escaped spell, and he's sitting here before me."

Moody stared blankly at Harry, who was visibly stunned.And most of the students in the class looked at Harry.

Moody stared at Harry for a moment, then said, "The Avada Kedavra requires a lot of magical power as a basis.—you can all take out your wands, point it at me, and say this incantation, I doubt I'll be more than a nosebleed. But that's all right. I'm here to teach you how to spell."

"Then why should I show you this since there is no cure? Because you have to be aware. You have to be fully aware of what is worst. You don't want to find yourself in the situation you are in now. Stay alert at all times!" he roared, startling the class again.

"Okay...these three spells—Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus—are called the Unforgivable Curses. Using any one of them on a human would be enough in Azka This is what you have to defend against. This is what I am going to teach you to resist. You need to be prepared. You need to be on guard. But most importantly, you need to be always on your guard and never let up. Take out the quill... write this down..."

For the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes on the three Unforgivable Curses.The classroom was quiet, and no one spoke until the bell rang for the end of class—but when Moody announced that class was over, as soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged like a flood that had burst its mouth.

"My God, Ann, he dared to show us the Unforgivable Curse directly in class..." Fanny said with awe.

Ann was playing with a silver Sickle and a copper Knut, squinting his eyes and said, "Yeah, he not only dared to do it but also did it... and he also said that he will let us learn it in the future...."

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