Chapter 282 A New Lesson

There was silence under the podium.

Everyone was stunned by Moody's speech.

What he said was actually correct. For a long time, these teenagers who had not experienced the Voldemort period did not have a correct understanding of dark wizards.

Although every elder around them kept instilling in them how terrible dark wizards were, how cruel the Death Eaters were, and how vicious the three unforgivable curses were.

But before experiencing it personally, no matter how many times they heard these words, they would not feel real.

"Before I teach you how to deal with the most vicious dark wizards, you must know what kind of existence the dark wizards are." Moody's smile gradually faded, but his expression became more ferocious. "I will not describe it to you in words or text like others do. Facts have proved that such behavior is useless. So I decided to let you see with your own eyes the most representative spells in the dark magic, the three unforgivable curses!"

Perhaps because they had received the news from Gryffindor a long time ago and had made sufficient psychological preparations, the students in the audience did not react much after Moody announced this. Only a few timid students began to tremble slightly.

Moody moved the wand in his hand slightly, and three beakers flew out of the box and finally turned upside down on the desk.

There was a live spider in each beaker. At this moment, they seemed very energetic and were frantically scratching the smooth and transparent wall of the cup.

After doing all this, Moody's flexible magic eye turned around and finally stopped at Mike.

"McTownley!"

Moody called out Mike's full name in a heavy tone, but Mike did not stand up immediately like the other students who were called by the professor in the past. He just raised his hand to indicate that he heard it.

Moody did not care. His magic eyes kept scanning Mike's body and he said,

"I heard that you burned several thugs to death with the Fiendfyre on the night of the Quidditch World Cup! Since you have mastered the advanced black magic of the Fiendfyre, I believe you have also learned the three unforgivable curses, right?" Although

Moody's words were interrogative sentences, his tone was affirmative.

Anyone could have heard the hostility in Moody's words, but Mike smiled as if he didn't hear it and asked,

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing. Learning the dark arts or even the Unforgivable Curses is actually no big deal. The key issue is whether the person your wand is pointing at is a heinous person!" Moody said, "I admire you, Mike! What you did is very much to my liking! But you're still a little short of the mark. If I were there, I wouldn't let them die so easily. I would torture them with Cruciatus and make them regret being born into this world!"

Moody's expression became more and more ferocious, which prevented any of the young wizards in the audience from arguing that using the Cruciatus Curse on someone would result in being thrown into Azkaban.

"Oh! By the way! Many of you probably don't know what the Cruciatus Curse is, right?" Moody's ferocious face quickly changed into a kind smile like a Sichuan opera face-changing. He turned back to the podium and said, "The Cruciatus Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses. Its function is very simple, that is, torture! Let me give you the simplest example. The fat boy named Neville Longbottom in Gryffindor, his parents were tortured into fools by the Cruciatus Curse! Okay, now I will demonstrate it for everyone in person!"

Moody licked his lips after saying that, and couldn't wait to take one of the three beakers.

"In order for you to see more carefully, I will enlarge it! Get bigger quickly!"

With an expansion spell, the spider on the podium quickly expanded and soon became as big as a puppy.

It struggled desperately, but it was controlled in the air by the floating spell and had no place to borrow strength.

"Watch out, little ones! The fun is about to begin!" Moody grinned and pointed his wand at the giant spider in midair. "Crucia!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spider's eight legs, which had been scrabbling around to find a foothold, all retracted and clung to its body. It flipped over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently and shook from side to side.

It didn't make any sound, but if it had organs of speech, it would definitely be screaming desperately at this moment.

"Extreme agony!" Moody's wand was still pointing at the spider, and he even walked closer while speaking. Suddenly, the spider's twitching became more intense.

"If you know the Cruciatus Curse, you don't need to spend any more time to torture others. You just need to point your wand lightly, and tut tut." There

was a complete silence under the podium. Although spiders can't speak and don't have as many rich expressions as humans, everyone still felt how cruel the torture the spider was experiencing at the moment.

Some timid girls even started crying.

"Shrink quickly."

The spell sounded again, and Moody finally stopped torturing the spider, shrunk it, and put it back into the beaker.

However, the spider, which was originally full of energy, stopped moving after experiencing this short torture of less than a minute. It lay motionless on the beaker and looked like it was dead.

"Okay, let's speed up the learning process." Moody clapped his hands and issued a crisp applause to attract the students' attention. "Just now I showed you the Cruciatus Curse, but in fact, the Cruciatus Curse is the most 'kind' of the three unforgivable curses. At least it won't kill you all at once. And next, I will show you a spell that you are most familiar with. The famous Harry Potter once escaped from death under this spell. Oh! You have guessed it, right? That's right! It's the Killing Curse!"

Moody was talking to himself on the podium like a madman. Obviously no one agreed with him just now, but he was still very excited and opened the second beaker.

This time, the spell was obviously more difficult than the last Cruciatus Curse, because Moody seemed to be preparing his emotions. He closed his eyes and pointed his wand at the spider for a long time without chanting any spell.

Just when everyone was wondering about Moody's behavior, Moody's eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time, he shouted:

"Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling green light made it impossible to open your eyes, and at the same time, a strong sense of uneasiness swept over.

When everyone opened their eyes again, the spider had turned over and lay on its back on the table. There was no trace of injury on its body, but everyone present knew that it was dead.

Everyone stared at the dead spider in a daze, until a girl couldn't help screaming and drew their attention back.

"It's not nice." Moody said calmly, "It's very unpleasant, and there is no way to break the curse... Oh, it seems that there is one now. Although the success rate is not high, it is undeniable that carrying a large number of small creatures on your body can indeed help you escape the Killing Curse with a certain probability."

After that, Moody looked at Mike with admiration in his eyes.

Others in the classroom also cast admiring eyes at Mike, but Mike did not feel uncomfortable in this kind of attention. Instead, he smiled and waved to everyone, as a greeting.

"Finally, I will show you the most terrible and most vicious curse among the three unforgivable curses, the Imperius Curse."

Hearing this, everyone's heart was lifted again.

In their eyes, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse were already quite vicious curses. They could hardly imagine what a curse more vicious than the above two curses would look like.

Moody ignored the fearful eyes of the little wizards.

He took the last victim out of the beaker and placed it in the palm of his hand.

His movements were so gentle, and his expression was so focused that one could easily misunderstand whether the hideous spider was his pet.

But the next moment, he raised his wand and pointed it at the spider in his palm.

"Soul out of the body."

Unlike the previous two times, Moody's tone of voice was also very gentle this time.

But as he chanted the spell, a small ball of spore-like powder, but more illusory and more difficult to see, almost completely transparent mist sprayed out from the tip of his wand and directly enveloped the spider.

Then, the spider, which had been lying quietly in Moody's palm, began to sway as if it was drunk.

But then, the spider's body shape regained stability, and it even started tap dancing in Moody's palm.

"See, it's completely under my control. This is the power of the Imperius Curse."

Moody's eyes were fixed on the spider in his hand, his face expressionless, and his tone seemed like he was talking in his sleep.

Everyone under the podium breathed a sigh of relief.

They felt that they had been stimulated enough today, so they were very glad that the last spell did not look so cruel and bloody.

All these actions were seen by Moody's magic eyes.

He suddenly raised his head as if he had been insulted, and said with a grim smile:

"Do you think it doesn't seem so scary?"

The people under the podium did not dare to reply, and Moody ignored it and emphasized again:

"Please note that its behavior is now completely under my control!"

As he spoke, the spider stopped dancing and began to roll around in Moody's palm.

"In other words, I can make it do anything, such as... this."

After saying this, the spider stopped rolling and stretched its long legs into its mouth... and began to chew.

Everyone, including Mike, took a breath of cold air.

But Moody obviously did not intend to stop just like that, and the little spider continued to eat.

When one leg was eaten, he would switch to the next one.

Finally, all eight legs were eaten.

Without the long legs, it could no longer maintain balance and rolled around in Moody's palm like a maggot. But it still didn't intend to stop. Its pair of black mouth parts were desperately trying to get close to its belly, but the hard exoskeleton stuck its neck, making it unable to succeed.

"Many years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Imperius Curse." Moody's expression became a little sad. "That was a really bad time. People lost the most basic trust between each other. You couldn't guarantee that the person you lived with day and night would not raise his wand to you the next moment.

The Imperius Curse can be resisted. I will teach you the method later, but it requires a strong personality strength, which is not something everyone can master. So, you'd better try to avoid being hit by it and stay alert at all times!"

Moody suddenly yelled, scaring everyone.

Mike turned the pen in his hand boredly, and at the same time, his eyes kept looking at the magic clock on the wall.

The class time has come, but Moody doesn't seem to want to leave now.

Sure enough, after showing everyone all the three unforgivable curses, Moody on the stage continued:

"Okay, these three curses, the Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse are the three unforgivable curses. This is what you have to resist, and what I want to teach you to resist. You need to be prepared, the darkness has never left. So you can never relax!

Also, regarding the dark magic, if you want to get in touch with it and learn it, I will not stop you. I am not one of those old pedants, I am very open! Although the dark magic can affect the mind of the user, although the dark magic is defined as evil, these cannot be denied, their power is powerful and fascinating!

Sometimes when facing evil, we must use more evil means!

But you need to pay attention! The three unforgivable curses are called the unforgivable curses because those who make mistakes by using these three curses are unforgivable.

If any of you dare to use any of these curses on humans, then congratulations, death and Azkaban will be your eternal destination!"

There was silence under the podium, only the rustling sound of the feather pen writing on the parchment continued to come.

Everyone was concentrating on taking notes.

Or maybe he was scribbling on the parchment pretending to take notes to cover up his panic.

At this moment, Mike was looking at Moody.

Moody's eyes were still full of admiration when he looked at Mike.

But Mike was unmoved.

When Moody said the last words just now, although his intact eye kept scanning the surroundings, the magic eye, no matter how Moody turned his head, was tightly locked on Mike.

So Mike was almost certain that his last words were said to himself.

He was warning himself not to abuse the dark magic?

Mike felt it was very absurd.

According to the original story, the man in front of him should be Barty Crouch's son, the fanatical follower of Voldemort, the little mouse who used the corpse reappearance in the Quidditch World Cup, but now, he is teaching him not to abuse the dark magic?

For the first time, Mike began to doubt Moody's identity.