The Son of Light of the Snake House

Daniel listened to Harry talk about the letter from Sirius, but didn't express any opinion.

Some time ago, Sirius seemed to be doing something outside, and he just came back recently, and he also enthusiastically cared about Harry's scar, his life and vacation.

Daniel didn't have much to say about that.

He is now interested in Professor Moody.

Very, very interested.

But there will be his Defense Against the Dark Arts class later, and it's a pity that he can't take it with Gryffindor-according to his experience in the past few years, things will always happen around Harry Potter.

This friendly buff can't hurt too much.

Daniel sighed and sat on the chair in the classroom. Before he could think again, he was patted on the shoulder.

Daniel turned around slowly and halfway back, when he heard Draco beside him not happy: "If you want to come to find friends, you'd better go to Hufflepuff's place."

Immediately afterwards, Daniel saw that handsome face with a simple and honest expression—just a little worse than his own—this Hufflepuff friend scratched his head in embarrassment, and performed a silly apology on the spot

"Ah, is that so... I'm sorry hahaha." The somewhat pudgy boy scratched his head: "I'm sorry, sorry, I just want to get to know you, but I was too abrupt."

"It's okay." Daniel lazily raised his head, reached out and patted Draco's shoulder, and then asked, "What's your name?"

"Ernie McMillan" McMillan introduced himself seriously, then smiled again: "I know you—it's just that you don't know me—you are the uncrowned king of Slytherin."

Daniel's drowsiness was awakened by this sentence, and everyone stuttered: "Wh...what is the uncrowned king???"

"The uncrowned king of Slytherin." McMillan didn't seem to be joking: "It is said that in the Slytherin College of Hogwarts, there is a magical character who can ignore the rules and face a tough professor."

Daniel's lips trembled a little, he turned to Draco, and before he could say anything, he saw his proud expression.

Daniel squinted his eyes, and his tone sounded extremely gentle: "Draco, don't tell me that this title came from you, okay?"

"Damn, of course not!" Draco couldn't help but rubbed his back before he said, "We are... ahem, Blaise and the others think you should be a prefect, and even the president of the student union, so you need to first Warm up for this..."

Daniel's eyes slipped away silently, and within 2 minutes, they locked on Blaise Zabini at the other end of the classroom.

Blaise, who didn't know why, was photographed by Panxi in the back seat, met Daniel's eyes, smiled ignorantly, and gave him a thumbs up.

Daniel: So happy after doing something good?

Draco: Blaise, you're done...I'll take care of your mother for you.

McMillan: It's interesting what OVO you guys are playing.

Daniel sneered twice, the door of the classroom was pushed open, and it was the limping Mad-Eye Moody who walked in.

The first words he said when he came in were lightning bolts.

"Today I'm going to let you experience the Imperius Curse." Professor Moody announced, and the weird blue magic eye stared straight at Daniel: "I'm going to take turns saying the Imperius Curse to each student to demonstrate The magic power of this spell depends on whether you can resist its influence."

The students didn't say anything, only some soft inhalation sounds.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had already attended this class two days ago. Naturally, the iron lions who are brave and full of doubts have already raised questions, but they are not the so-called "uncrowned kings" , so that opinions were directly suppressed.

Then everyone felt the Imperius Curse no less than twice.Then it became Professor Moody's tap water, and his behavior of using curses on students quietly spread throughout the campus, even to the closed Slytherin-there are always two or five boys everywhere.

Daniel snorted softly, and watched him point people up one by one to cast the Imperius Curse.

He started with Slytherin and went down one by one until he reached Neil.

A small number of the students in front of him showed a little resistance to the Imperius Curse. It can be expected that these rich children are indeed in good basic conditions.

Professor Moody also saw this, and the information about Daniel Jerome immediately appeared in his mind: a Slytherin who came out of an orphanage, with extraordinary courage and wisdom, and amazing Jealous of talent and looks.

It's a pity that the three unforgivable curses cannot be avoided by relying on the above things.

He couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart. He watched Daniel get up from his seat and walked over calmly. He couldn't help but stare at him tightly, thinking about what he would do with Jerome later in his mind.

Let me think about it... like a frog croaking and jumping in the classroom?Or make him strip while singing the national anthem?No... I have to think of something more ruthless.

Daniel finally walked over slowly, and Moody also decided his ending in his heart: I have humiliated me in front of so many students and Professor McGonagall before, so I will find it here today.

The Uncrowned King of Slytherin?Moody sneered in his heart: Even if Merlin came today, he couldn't save you.

"Professor Moody." Daniel stood there, but Professor Moody didn't cast his little spell for a long time, but smiled strangely, and the corners of his mouth were crooked in happiness.

"Professor Moody?" Daniel called him again: "Professor, you haven't forgotten how to cast the Imperius Curse, have you? Would you like... Let me teach you? I still remember the spell."

There was a roar of laughter in the classroom immediately, the Slytherin students clapped their palms and the tabletop heartily, and laughed, while the Hufflepuff children tried their best to hold back their laughter, but unfortunately the effect was not good, the sound of air leaking One after another.

Only then did Professor Moody wake up from the beautiful fantasy of Daniel being tortured and humiliated, and he gave him a vicious look—when he was studying in Slytherin, he hated this kind of outstanding people the most!Back then the Slytherin prefect was still called Lucius Malfoy...

"Stop being silly, let me see what you can do." Moody said, raising his wand to Daniel: "Imperio!"

Let me dance in full view!Jerome!

The author has something to say:

Draco: Let the Gryffindors come and grab it!Hufflepuffs are coming too!no!I don't allow it!

(Cedric was originally written here, but unfortunately, I forgot that Cedric was a sixth grade student, and it was impossible to have classes with Daniel - my fault, so the character was changed to Ernie McMillan, He's a Hufflepuff fourth year and knows Cedric.)

This Moody is Barty Jr. Barty Jr., not the real Moody. The real Moody is lying in a wooden box in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Has Barty Crouch Jr. been Moody for so long, has he plucked out Moody's hair...to make Polyjuice Potion?

Hair, dangerous.