The dining room at the Black Mansion.

"Alastor," said Mrs. Weasley, coming up from the kitchen downstairs, holding a vegetable salad and a plate of chicken legs. "I made it with the leftover ingredients. The vegetable soup from last night wasn't very fresh."

"It's already very good." Moody said calmly, staring at the salad with his blue magic eyes for a while, and then he started eating. "Oh, by the way," he looked at Neville, "Frank and Alice will be back around noon, and they passed me a piece of information that is very valuable."

Neville nodded, his eyes lit up.

"What is the information?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I can't reveal more, in case you are caught by the Death Eaters and tortured," Moody said gruffly, staring at a chicken leg, and sniffing it in front of his nose, "Thanks, Molly." He bit it hard.

Harry didn't know which was more pitiful, his broken nose or the bitten chicken leg. Or was it the ones that Moody imagined being caught by the Death Eaters and tortured?

"Don't think I'm kidding. Many people think they can stand it and be tough guys, but all it takes is one Cruciatus Curse." Moody grinned fiercely and gestured at them. All the little wizards at the table leaned back.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him reproachfully.

Moody had already picked up the second chicken leg. "Molly, they can stand it. I heard that they train very frequently. It's not to show off in the duel class, right? I'm just introducing them to a more real world... You all want to be Aurors?" He looked at everyone with his normal eye.

Harry, Ron and Neville nodded. Hermione nodded hesitantly. Surprisingly, Ginny did the same thing.

Mrs. Weasley looked very shocked.

"Ginny, you're only in the third grade! It's too early to think about this now."

"It's not too early. I'll be in the fourth grade when school starts."

"I said it's too early! You're a girl, I won't allow it," Mrs. Weasley said angrily.

In the next few minutes, the restaurant became very lively. Ginny made a loud noise and quarreled with Mrs. Weasley. Her hair was swinging back and forth like an angry cat. Crookshanks, who was lying at her feet, returned to his owner and stared at the two noise sources with his flat furry face.

"Let's go back upstairs." Hermione gave Harry and the others a wink, wanting to escape the battlefield, but Ginny left before them, making a "bang bang" sound on the stairs. Mrs. Weasley chased after her, and it seemed that she was determined to persuade her to change her mind.

"Then let's, uh, go to the training room?" Hermione stood there, looking at her companions uncertainly. She didn't really want to train, but simply wanted to stay away from Professor Moody's spinning magic eye.

The others had similar feelings, and they stood up quickly.

"Are you okay, Potter?" Moody said gruffly.

"I'm fine." Harry didn't tell the truth. On the one hand, he was hesitating whether to tell Ron and the others that he had mastered the three unforgivable curses. On the other hand, he began to worry about what Dumbledore would think after seeing his memory. He was in a mess.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Professor Moody, I have a question," Harry said, then noticed Moody's eyes following him, "Aurors were once authorized to use the Unforgivable Curses... Is the situation really that bad? And won't the curse affect you?"

"You're talking about that," Moody muttered, taking out the flagon from his waist and taking a sip. "That was almost the late stage of the war. It was indeed very difficult at the time, mainly because the Death Eaters had more and more vassals, or in other words, more and more people were forced to join..."

"The real Death Eaters are elite and can meet the You-Know-Who directly, but there are still many, such as werewolves, who don't have a high status in the You-Know-Who team. But no matter what, the war has been going on for almost ten years, and people are more or less desperate. Barty... He is definitely a tough guy. The reason why many people can continue to persevere is because of him... He suggested to the new minister, Bagno, that Aurors be allowed some privileges, such as the use of Unforgivable Curses on Death Eaters, and some miscellaneous things, all to let the Aurors let go... and Bagno agreed. She is a very courageous witch, better than the previous one, I think."

"But, will this really work?" Harry asked eagerly, "I mean, can a Disarming Spell subdue the enemy, or a Stunning Spell?"

Moody stared at him for a while, then laughed in a muffled voice. His face became even more hideous.

"That's right, the Killing Curse is just a spell, it can kill people by cutting off their heads," Moody said lightly, horribly, "but they are completely different. These three spells were defined as Unforgivable Curses in 1717, and the users will face severe punishment. After that, the public rarely heard of them. Of course, they did not disappear, and have been circulating among dark wizards..." "

It was the You-Know-Who who brought them back to the public's attention. The Death Eaters and their minions used these spells blatantly, and with the overwhelming publicity in newspapers, they were spread as miraculous. Barty wanted to change this situation. He believed it was necessary to restore the public's confidence, and the Killing Curse was definitely more deterrent than the Disarming Spell."

"Then you..." Harry was stuck, he didn't know how to ask.

"Do you want to know if I have ever used the Killing Curse to kill someone? Or how it felt when I killed someone?" Moody asked softly.

Harry hesitated, and the others were silent.

"Of course I have done it. I used the Killing Curse to kill someone. I remember it very clearly. The Death Eater named Evan Rosier died in this way..." Moody showed a perverted smile, "But if I can avoid it, I try to catch them alive. I have many acquaintances in Azkaban, but unfortunately a group of them escaped a month ago." He muttered in a low voice, which sounded like cursing.

It may be that Harry heard it wrong. Maybe Moody suddenly wanted to eat Fudge Fly, which is a kind of fudge.

"As for the feeling, there is actually no feeling... When the war is at its most intense, we hope that the other side will die completely. How can we have time to think so much." Moody said disapprovingly, "You have to be hard-hearted enough and have enough experience, then you can..."

Footsteps came from upstairs. Mrs. Weasley came down, and Moody picked up a chicken leg and started to chew it again.

The conversation seemed to end like this.

"Oh, by the way, I have something here that might interest you," he said, pulling a worn magical photo from his pocket. Harry saw a small group of people moving around, some waving, some raising their glasses.

"This is" Mrs. Weasley walked over and took a look, frowning.

"The original Order of the Phoenix," Moody said in a deep voice, "You've seen it too, haven't you? I'm not sure if you have, but everyone had one at the time." He said to Mrs. Weasley, "Both of your brothers were great, but unfortunately they died young... I went to see Emmeline yesterday, oh, she's fine, just injured"

He noticed that Harry and the others wanted to ask questions, so he spoke in advance. Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips tightly.

"Is it the fishing trip?" Harry asked softly. He knew Emmeline. She was a witch dressed elegantly and didn't like to talk much. She was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry had met her several times before.

"It seems you know about the trip. That's right. You are going to receive the award, so you can't avoid it." Moody said.

Harry felt mixed emotions. He had heard about this from Ms. Bones. The Weasleys were replaced at that time, but he never expected that the replacement was Emmeline Vance from the Order of the Phoenix, and she was injured.

"She is lucky. There are several people whose bodies cannot be found here, or only part of their bodies can be found..." Moody seemed to notice that Mrs. Weasley was trying hard not to say anything, so he handed the photo to Harry, "You keep it. The one with James and Lily may not be found... I went there once, in Godric's Hollow... It's now a ruin." Harry

forced a smile and didn't know what to say.

He saw his parents at a glance. They were smiling at him. Harry suddenly wanted to go to Godric's Hollow. As he lay in bed at night, the thought became more and more intense. It was strange that he had never thought about it before.