Kyle and Connor came to the auditorium to eat breakfast while studying their new class schedule for the year.

"Look, we don't have Potions classes these days!" Mikel suddenly shouted excitedly as if he had discovered some new continent.

"We don't have any either." Cedric spread out his schedule, "Let me check... Oh, the first Potions class is scheduled for next Wednesday."

"Me too!" Hannah next to her also said, "The first Potions class will not start until next Friday."

"All of you?" Cedric stood up puzzledly and walked to the end of the long table. He found that no matter what grade they were in, there was no Potions class that week.

He was even the first one to attend Potions class.

But today is only Tuesday, and there are eight days in between including the weekend, and there is not even a single Potions class? It's okay for one grade to be like this, but for seven grades to be like this, it's a bit abnormal.

"Connor, do you know something?" Cedric asked in a low voice, "Professor Snape didn't come to school?"

"He has other things to do and may not come for a few days."

Connor said, "Not long after the holiday started, Professor Dumbledore came to see him once. Since then, he rarely left the house and wouldn't let me in... So I don't know what happened exactly."

After saying that, Kanna subconsciously glanced at Kyle who was drinking pumpkin juice.

She felt that Kyle might know why Dumbledore went to see Snape that day. After all, during the Quidditch World Cup, he obviously knew the house-elf, and they seemed to be quite familiar with each other.

But seeing that Kyle was just eating in silence, she didn't mention it.

As for the others, they were equally uninterested in this. The only thing they cared about was that they didn't have to attend Potions class for a week.

This is good news enough.

Mikel happily took a swig of the pumpkin juice as if it were a celebratory glass of champagne.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings overhead, and a hundred owls flew in from the open windows, bringing everyone the morning mail.

A brown owl tossed a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the table.

Kyle poured it some corn flakes and then opened the newspaper to read.

The front page was still about what happened at the Quidditch World Cup... Former Ministry of Magic employee Yaxley was imprisoned in Azkaban because he was found to have used the Unforgivable.

Also attached below is the entire process of his trial. From the photos, it can be seen that Yaxley was quite excited and kept roaring. His originally neatly groomed hair was now as messy as an old broom in the school broom room.

But it was no use, the second picture was him being dragged away by the Aurors.

"Ha, I knew they couldn't get away." Cedric said from the side: "I heard from Bill before that someone cast two Cruciatus Curses on Mr. Weasley in succession. It should be him."

"It must be right." Kyle put away the newspaper and looked up in the direction of the Slytherin table.

Malfoy was also reading the Daily Prophet. It was obvious that he was not in a good mood and his face was paler than usual. Crabbe and Goyle were in the same mood.

They had never taken their eyes off the food while eating, but today they kept staring at the newspaper and didn't touch the food in front of them at all.

After breakfast, several people walked out of the auditorium together and prepared to go to the first class.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts..." Connor said, "I don't know what Professor Moody is like."

"It should be pretty good." Cedric who was following beside him said, "Professor Moody is a legendary Auror. It is said that half of the people in Azkaban were arrested by him. Such a person must be really capable."

"I hope so..." said Mikel.

Cedric separated from them on the third floor, his first class being Transfiguration.

Kyle and his companions went to the other side.

Although the class has not started yet, there are already quite a few people sitting in the classroom. It seems that everyone is very interested in Professor Moody's class.

Kyle found an empty seat at the back of the classroom, sat down, took out their respective copies of "Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited.

Soon, they heard Professor Moody's distinctive footsteps coming from outside the corridor.

The originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Before the bell rang, Professor Moody walked into the classroom. His blue magic eyes were spinning rapidly, and he looked as weird and scary as he did at the banquet yesterday.

"Put away all the books," he said gruffly. "I looked through them last night, and there's nothing useful in them. They're OK for students below third grade, but you won't need them."

Everyone quickly put the books away, with some excitement in their eyes.

Previous experience tells them that any professor who asks students to collect books in the first class will definitely give them a good course.

For example, Oren from the first grade, and Lupin from last year...

Moody walked to the front, pulled out the roster and began to call the roll. His normal eye moved down the list while his magic eye kept darting back and forth, staring at each student who answered.

"Okay." When the last student finished answering, he said, "Before coming here, I received a letter from Professor Lupin introducing the course.

First of all, I have no intention of belittling him, but I don't understand why Lupin would waste a whole school year teaching you how to deal with those dark magical animals... In my opinion, this should be a second-year course.

After all, those dark wizards are not stupid enough to carry a few animals around, they have wands!"

Kyle twitched his lips, he felt offended.

How is it stupid to bring magical creatures? I didn’t eat your beef legs... If you have the guts, say that to Newt’s face.

Kyle complained in his mind.

Moody on the stage didn't know what he was thinking, and continued: "But now that I'm here, it's my responsibility to let you understand what wizards do...how to deal with spells."

Everyone immediately sat up straight, looking eager. To be honest, they were a little tired of learning about dark magical animals all the time.

"Then let's start now." He laughed hoarsely, "Spells come in many forms, with different magical powers. They include legal spells and illegal black spells, which we often call black magic... So who can tell me now, what black magic do you all know?"

A Gryffindor student raised his hand, "I know one, the Cruciatus Curse."

"Yes, the Unforgivable Curse, one of the most evil dark spells. If someone is found to have used this curse on another wizard, he will have to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban."

Moody grinned, revealing a hideous smile. "I think you must have read about this spell in today's newspaper."

The man nodded.

"This is the best example." Moody sneered, "That stupid guy actually said he was under the Imperius Curse. This is such a clumsy lie that I don't even need to be there to know it's false.

Oh, by the way, the Imperius Curse is also one of the Unforgivable Curses... Miss Marian, I think you must have a thorough understanding of this part of knowledge, so can you please tell me the name of the last Unforgivable Curse?"

(End of this chapter)