Chapter 271: The Long-awaited Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
Della was exempted from almost all courses, including elective courses such as divination. Although the ancient runes that she was interested in were also included in the elective courses, she did not need to spend time going to class and could communicate with the professor privately.
Similarly, she could also go directly to Flitwick, McGonagall and Snape, the three professors she thought were the most capable, who taught the required courses, to communicate directly. She didn't have to choose the courses, let alone other things. If she was interested, she would teach herself.
Originally, she was going to drop the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Della had no interest in Moody, whose background she didn't know. However, she couldn't stand the bullying of Draco that she happened to see that day, especially when Draco told her afterwards that it was pure slander. This made Della suspect that Moody was trying to please Harry that day, which was extremely inconsistent with the image of Alastor Moody.
Della plans to go to the classroom to find out more about him.
After a long absence, Della sat in the Hogwarts classroom and attended the class next to Draco just like she did a year ago. The difference was that she was more eye-catching than before.
From a beautiful, pitiful and talented orphan to an arrogant, cold and powerful daughter of black magic, the gap in between is quite large, so it is normal that others look at her in such different ways.
Even Draco's eyes, which still held love, were secretly filled with admiration. Many things would never be the same as before.
Slytherin and Gryffindor had classes together today, which gave the Iron Trio an opportunity. They easily squeezed to the table next to Della and Draco.
"Della, you can't fool me this time." Under the rotating gaze of Moody's fake eye, Harry moved closer to Della.
"Even if we don't mention that, friends who haven't seen each other for a long time still need to talk!" Hermione added in a low voice. Ron, who was sitting behind them, raised his neck anxiously, wanting to join the conversation, but it was a pity that if he moved closer, it would be too obvious.
Moody on the podium spoke the Imperius Curse in his hoarse voice. Della looked at the three anxious and concerned faces and sighed silently, "I haven't talked to you all this time because I don't want to make the separation too ugly."
"What?" Harry was stunned, his emerald eyes widened, as if he didn't understand what Della said.
"Some things are not groundless, and the truth is naturally cruel." Della lowered her eyes, "We are already on opposite sides. Unless you can abandon all the justice and hatred represented by the Savior, there will be no chance for us to be friends again."
"You know that's justice..." Hermione said sadly, her nose was sore and she felt like crying.
Della's eyes were still downcast, with no expression on her face. "But I can't abandon all the power and honor that I represent—"
"Bullshit power and honor!" Ron couldn't help it. He interrupted Della in a low voice, "They used to call you that word! Now they are all around you. What they believe in is a joke!"
Draco pursed his lips after hearing this, feeling a little embarrassed. He felt that Della was too tolerant of him, but when this thought came to his mind, he remembered Della's current high status, and another question arose in his heart -
Was Della's tolerance a condescending charity towards him? Did she actually never take him seriously?
This actually makes sense. Della is always too calm. Della hardly judges his behavior. Della rarely contacts him when she doesn't need to see him...
"I don't care about them," Draco fell into the abyss of self-doubt, and Della replied with a cold face, "It's only about my glory."
"When did you care about this kind of thing?" Harry recovered, frowned, and asked almost questioningly, "Della in my memory was never like that!"
"Harry Potter!" Harry's movement was so loud that Moody could no longer ignore him. He shouted the name of the savior, "The first person to resist my Imperius Curse!"
While the four of them were talking in low voices, the students in the classroom had already completed the process of questioning Moody's teaching arrangements for the Imperius Curse experiment? 7?9 The questioning was invalid. Harry was chosen as the first one to speak out because of his outrageous performance in class.
Harry was caught deserting his post, but he did not feel embarrassed at all. His mind was full of thoughts about the huge change in Della, and he could not tell whether he was sad or angry.
Moody pointed his wand at him, and Harry heard a cold "out-of-body sound". An inappropriate and inexplicable feeling of joy appeared in his mind. This joy made him feel light-headed and also made him feel that he had desecrated the precious friendship.
So when Moody cast the Imperius Curse on him, he had no reaction.
"Look at this! All of you!" Moody's voice was hoarse and frantic. "Potter resisted! Let's try again! Look him in the eyes, that's the key!"
Della watched as Moody cast the Imperius Curse on Harry again. Harry's eyes were filled with an indescribable anger, but he remained motionless. Draco, who was sitting next to him, quietly held Della's hand under the desk, touching her with a little warmth.
"Don't be sad, Della." In addition to his physical growth, Draco, who made Harry depressed with a word last year, finally had positive growth in empathy. He comforted Della, who seemed to be fine, "I'll always be by your side."
Before Della could respond, Moody's voice continued, "Next, Della Riddle!"
Moody shot a critical and disgusted look at her. Della patted Draco's hand to show that she was fine, then stood up leisurely. She brushed past Harry who was walking down from the podium and came to the opposite side of Moody.
"Professor, would you be willing to give me a chance to practice magic?" Della asked him with a smile before Moody made his move. "Practice will help me understand this magic better."
"Let's resist first," Moody said contemptuously, and threw a spell mercilessly, "Soul out of the body!"
The false joy that the Imperius Curse used to control others was quietly extinguished when it entered Della's mind, like a dying match falling into a bottomless lake, even the last "crackling" aftermath of the extinguishing moment would be completely covered by the sound of the water waves.
"Soul out of the body." Della turned around and cast the Imperius Curse. Moody's body froze and his expression was not good. He limped back under the control of the curse with a hideous face, and spoke in a stuttering voice, "A teacher who casually uses curses on students is not a good teacher!"
Della's control ended there. She was a person who respected her teachers most of the time. Alastor Moody was also a respectable person in the records, and she didn't want to embarrass him too much.
Moody broke free from control, his body relaxed for a moment, and then his whole body tensed up. He gasped, turned to glare at Della with wide eyes, and the hand holding the wand kept shaking, as if he wanted to have a fierce battle with Della right now.
"Thank you for your teaching, Professor Moody." Della was not affected by Moody's ferocious expression. She nodded politely and walked back to her seat without waiting for a reply.
"You're amazing, Della!" When her classmates looked at her with complicated eyes, only Draco was the first to praise her.
Della curled her lips and responded to Draco's compliment under Moody's continued glare, but she had only another thought in her mind.
School was indeed too childish for her.