Chapter 283 Soul Stealing

It was too absurd. Moody, a person impersonated by Barty Crouch Jr., a fanatic follower of Voldemort, was actually sincerely reminding and warning himself not to abuse the dark magic! ?

Either Barty Jr., the madman, had become schizophrenic while playing Moody, which caused him to be too immersed in the role.

Or the Moody in front of him was the real thing!

Mike really missed the Marauder's Map at this moment. If the Marauder's Map was still in his hands, he wouldn't have to worry so much now. He only needed to open the Marauder's Map and take a look, and everything would be very clear.

It was a pity that the Marauder's Map was taken away by Dumbledore after the incident with Peter Pettigrew, on the grounds of preventing some people with ulterior motives from using this map to play pranks.

Logically speaking, Dumbledore, who held the Marauder's Map, should have had a better grasp of Hogwarts. If Moody was a fake, he should have discovered it at the first time.

But Dumbledore was silent.

This does not mean that Moody is real, because Mike really cannot figure out the intentions of this old guy Dumbledore.

Just like in the original book, he had several opportunities to stop Voldemort from resurrecting. Even after Voldemort was resurrected, he could still come out and call for help, integrating the power of the entire British wizarding world to strangle Voldemort, who had just recovered but not yet returned to his peak.

But he indulged himself blindly until Voldemort completely returned and he died.

Mike was a little difficult to understand. After all, he was not a fan of the original Harry Potter book. Although he had read it many times, he did not look for those so-called in-depth analyses, nor did he pay attention to the original author's TV shows.

So, in his previous life, he classified these incomprehensible contents as plot needs.

People wanted to see Harry Potter defeat Voldemort, so the author wrote it this way.

But now Mike himself is in the past story, and he has made a lot of changes to the story.

So now, he really can't see through Dumbledore.

Helplessly, Mike can only continue to observe Moody in order to find his flaws.

A person cannot stand being pondered and observed, even if he was once a senior Auror and his vigilance is still the same.

So after a period of observation by the members of the Freemasonry, a complete Moody observation report appeared in front of the Freemasons.

Moody's daily routine is very regular. He goes to bed at 10 o'clock in the evening and gets up at 6 o'clock in the morning. He gets up several times in the middle of the night without exception.

When he sleeps, he will set up a lot of traps around him. In addition to the early warning ones, there are many that can directly kill people. And when Moody sleeps, he only closes his intact eye, while the other magic eye is still open and constantly scanning around, as if it is keeping watch for Moody.

There are many things hidden in Moody's thick clothes, from healing potions, poisons that can kill a fire dragon to whips and knives, and the most common thing everyone sees is a portable wine flask.

He was like an old drunkard. Even when he was dining with Dumbledore, he would first use complicated methods to test for poison before eating with the wine in the flagon.

Everyone thought that the flagon should contain wine, while Mike thought that the flagon should contain Polyjuice Potion (a potion that can transform a person into another person). After all, if Barty Jr. wanted to appear as Moody for 24 hours without interruption, he would need to use Polyjuice Potion every once in a while. However

, when a warrior stood up and deliberately knocked over Moody's flagon, everyone was shocked to find that the flagon contained neither wine nor potion, but Dolphin Magic Drink, a stimulant version for Quidditch players. After

punishing the warrior who knocked over his flagon, Moody also answered the question of why he drank this thing.

"I need to be vigilant at all times, but I am old after all, and I don't have enough energy. So, I need this thing to refresh me."

This is Moody's original words.

Mike was stunned when he heard this. After all, this proved once again that the Moody in Hogwarts seemed to be the real deal.

So where did little Barty go?

Mike didn't know.

Moody was also aware of the spying of the members of the mutual aid club during this period. After all, the members of the mutual aid club were just a group of students. He was still a little naive in front of a professionally trained Auror like him.

But he acted as if he knew nothing and continued to teach.

As time went on, Moody's first round of classes finally ended.

During this period, although many people protested to Dumbledore, saying that Moody's teaching method was too cruel, and some people even submitted letters of complaint to the Ministry of Magic.

But Moody himself still insisted on his own way and showed the three unforgivable curses to every student in every college and every grade.

In the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class for Ravenclaw, he finally fulfilled his promise in the first class and began to teach everyone to resist the Imperius Curse.

However, the method he gave to resist the Imperius Curse was still as direct as always, and as always with his strong personal characteristics.

"The easiest way to resist the Imperius Curse is to get used to it. After being controlled by the Imperius Curse many times, you will develop resistance to it, so it will not be so easy for it to control you next time."

After saying this, he began to let the students come forward one by one and bear the Imperius Curse he released.

Moody was right, but he was not completely right.

As one of the three unforgivable curses, the Imperius Curse is indeed very strong, and being controlled by the Imperius Curse many times will indeed produce resistance, but this is not the only way to resist the Imperius Curse.

The safest way should be to gradually improve your willpower and mental strength. As long as your two abilities are strong enough, you can break free from the control of the Imperius Curse.

Generally speaking, these two abilities are innate, and a few people with strong beliefs will also have particularly strong willpower.

But it is too difficult to increase willpower and mental strength for a long time and steadily.

Even Mike currently only knows two methods.

That is the brain block spell and meditation.

So, to some extent, Moody's method is also correct, but it is a bit eager for quick success and instant benefits, and it doesn't look very promising.

Just like what he was doing to the fourth-year Ravenclaw student Mike was in.

"Okay, next one!"

Moody said this in a somewhat disinterested manner, and at the same time, he flicked his wand lightly, and the unlucky guy who was originally under the Imperius Curse woke up.

The unlucky guy looked confused, and there was a burst of laughter from a small area below the podium.

Franklin did not laugh, even though the unlucky guy's movements when he was imitating the Egyptian dancer's belly squeeze dance on the podium were really funny.

Because he was the next unlucky guy.

"Hurry up, who's next?"

Moody urged impatiently on the podium, and Franklin glanced at Mike on the side, then gritted his teeth and came to the podium like a warrior rushing to the battlefield.

Seeing that the person who came up was a strong black man, Moody perked up a little, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

Then, without much nonsense, he took out his wand and pointed it at Franklin.

"Soul out of the body."

A hoarse, unpleasant spell came from Moody's mouth, and at the same time a faint mist enveloped Franklin's head.

Almost in an instant, Franklin, who was originally tense and tense, relaxed, and his bulging muscles also relaxed.

Franklin's eyes were straight, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes looked forward without focus.

Moody frowned and pursed his lips, as if thinking about what to let Franklin do.

Finally, as if he had thought of a good idea, Moody laughed, and at the same time, his free left hand made a crisp snap in the air.

"Snap!"

The snap of fingers turned on Franklin like a switch.

Franklin moved, and he took off his shirt first. The weather was very cold now, but Franklin took off all his clothes on his upper body without any hesitation.

Then, Franklin turned around and faced the people under the podium, bent his knees, and made a move similar to a horse stance. At the same time, his shoulders were hunched and his neck was shrunk. He opened his eyes wide, clenched his hands into fists, and hammered his chest hard, making a dull knocking sound.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Franklin's lips turned outward and made a series of strange noises. Combined with his current movements and expressions, he looked like a chimpanzee seeking a mate.

"Hahahaha!"

A burst of laughter rang out from the classroom, almost scaring Filch, who was cleaning the ceiling on the scaffolding not far away from the classroom, to the point of falling off.

Moody was also laughing. His laughter was ugly and ugly, but he was still laughing at this moment, laughing very proudly.

Mike's expression was so gloomy that water could almost drip out of it.

It was tacitly accepted that people who were controlled would be punished by various embarrassing movements. If it was just a normal dance, singing, or barking, it would be fine, but now Moody actually used such a sensitive way to humiliate his friend, which he could not accept at all.

"All curses are over!"

The unique voice of a teenager in the puberty period came out of Mike's mouth, and at the same time a band of light shot out from the tip of the blackthorn wand, covering Franklin completely.

The effect of the Imperius Curse was dispelled. Franklin looked around with a puzzled look on his face. After finding that he was not wearing a shirt, he quickly picked up his clothes and put them on.

The laughter under the podium stopped abruptly. Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.

Moody stared at Mike with dissatisfaction, as if blaming him for disturbing the little fun he had finally found.

Mike did not blame Moody because he knew it was useless. He just walked to the podium, patted Franklin who was still confused, and then said to Moody:

"Let me do it next."

Moody's face showed a look of surprise, and then changed to an excited look.

"Oh! Our big star can't wait? Well, since you are so anxious, then... soul out of the body!"

Moody launched a surprise attack, and the momentum of the Imperius Curse he released this time was countless times greater than that used on Franklin before. In just a moment, a large amount of magic power, invisible to ordinary people, enveloped Mike's entire body.

Franklin, who hadn't had time to return to his seat, felt nervous. Mike was different from him. If he went up to embarrass someone, he would at most be laughed at, but Mike was the actual leader of the Freemasons and the Mutual Aid Society. If he made a fool of himself in public, it would be a major blow to his prestige.

But the worst situation that Franklin expected did not happen. Mike, who was hit by the Imperius Curse, still had clear eyes and even smiled at Moody.

This smile seemed to be a complete mockery to Moody.

He was mocking him for not having enough food, and even a fourteen-year-old child couldn't control it.

So, Moody used the Imperius Curse on Mike over and over again as if he had a seizure.

Moody's efforts seemed to have worked. Mike's eyebrows frowned, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Moody became more energetic, and the wand in his hand was almost swung out of the shadow.

Gradually, Mike's pupils became dilated, and his frowning eyebrows also stretched out.

"Huh!"

Moody wiped the sweat from his forehead. The willpower of the young man in front of him was so strong, but he was still a little short of it.

Just like the last time he controlled Franklin, Moody began to ponder, but at this moment, Mike, with his lifeless eyes and dull face, moved.

He slowly took out the wand from his arms and pointed it at Moody, and said in a dreamy tone:

"Soul out of the body."

The mist floated over, and Moody, who was in deep thought, had not yet reacted before his eyes became as dull as Mike's.

Then, Moody danced ballet, using his long-lost prosthetic leg, which was now only supported by a wooden stick, to spin like a gyroscope, with an intoxicated look on his face.

Moody was fat and not tall, so he was not suitable for ballet, because no matter how standard your movements were, you would just be a funny fat swan in the eyes of the audience.

"Puchi! Ha...hahahahaha!"

Finally, a girl couldn't help laughing out loud, and then, as if like an infectious disease, deafening laughter rang out in the classroom again.

And the volume was higher than when Franklin danced before.

Moody was still dancing in ecstasy, but he was a former senior Auror who had experienced bloody storms. Not only did he have a strong will, but he had been controlled by the Imperius Curse more than once or twice, and he had developed resistance.

So, he woke up quickly.

The classmates were still laughing, and they didn't stop even when they found that Moody was glaring at them.

It's not that they are not afraid of Moody, but they can't stop at all.

Amid the laughter, Moody looked at Mike on the podium with a gloomy face.

At this moment, Mike also woke up, and now he was looking at him with an innocent and panicked expression, saying:

"Professor... Professor, did I just... do something?"

Suddenly, Moody had an urge to vomit blood.