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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.
After what happened with Lockhart, he no longer had any hope for so-called fame. Whether he had the ability or not depended on how well he taught.
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 strange 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 heart.
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)
Chapter 478 Iron Armor Curse
Marian, who was fiddling with her new hairpin with her head down, was startled by the sudden sound. When she looked up, she found that Moody's magic eye was looking at her at some point.
She stood up tremblingly, her face flushed, and whispered: "I have heard of it, it should be the killing curse..."
"Very good, sit down, but you'd better put that thing away next time in class."
Moody turned his head, but his evil eyes were still staring at her, "Yes, the Killing Curse, which is also the most terrifying spell... But these are courses for sixth grade and above, it's too early for you.
"Who else knows about the more common dark magic now?"
Several more hands went up.
"Ms. Prince." Moody pointed at Connor.
"Well, there should be one," Kanna said, "Corrosion."
"Ah, yes, standard dark magic." Moody nodded. "It can corrode flesh and bones. It is extremely dangerous and is also the favorite trick of most dark wizards... I mean, you may not understand it very well."
He took out his wand and shook it gently at the podium.
The podium was immediately covered with a layer of purple, muddy substance, and the hard wood melted instantly like an ice cube being poured with hot water.
The students sitting in the front row leaned back, fearing that they would be affected.
Moody waved his wand again, returning the podium to its original state.
"Anything else? Who knows other spells?"
Everyone raised their hands again and he pointed at someone at random.
"Horned Curse!"
"Just barely," said Moody, "but this spell is more of a restricted curse. It's not illegal as long as it doesn't cause harm."
"I know one, Professor." Someone else said, "The Grimfire Curse."
“The standard answer.”
……
"Skull Expansion Curse!"
"very good."
……
The atmosphere in the classroom had been completely aroused. The students no longer seemed to be afraid of Moody's scarred face, and began to raise their hands to answer questions.
However, among these people, some really knew it, some heard it from others, and some directly made up a spell on the spot... but it was exposed by Moody on the spot.
When the atmosphere seemed to be calm, Professor Moody clapped his hands again, signaling everyone to put their hands down.
"Okay, let's get back to the point." He said, "These dark magics, without exception, can bring great trouble to people. Logically, I should teach you all kinds of counteracting spells at this time. Whether it is the regulations of the Ministry of Magic or the textbooks, it says so, but I don't think so.
I think the most effective way to break a curse is to prevent the enemy's black magic from hitting you, so I decided to teach you the simplest and most common defense method in the first class!"
He turned his head and quickly wrote a few large words on the blackboard, but everyone knew that at this moment his magic eye must be observing them through the back of his head.
So no one dared to whisper to each other at this time, and everyone sat upright.
Soon, Moody finished writing, turned around and pointed at the blackboard and said:
"The Shield Charm is the most effective means of defense. A wizard who is proficient in the Shield Charm can resist 90% of the dark magic. At the same time, this spell is also the entry requirement for Aurors.
If any of you want to be an Auror after graduation, you must remember that only those who can master the Shield Charm can take the subsequent Auror assessment. Otherwise, even if you get all the certificates, you will be rejected. "
Some people immediately took out their quills and began to take notes seriously.
"Professor..." At this time, someone raised his hand and asked, "Can the Shield Charm resist the Killing Curse?"
Moody's magic eye turned and looked at the man.
"In theory, it is possible," he said, "but the Killing Curse is very special. It not only contains magic power, but also the malice in people's hearts. This is the key to the Killing Curse. And this malice is much more terrible than magic power, so it often requires several times the magic power of the opponent to use the Shield Charm to block the Killing Curse.
The difference is like you using the Killing Curse against me... To be honest, it is not only meaningless, but also stupid. Because you don't know if your opponent is really as bad as they appear.
So when facing the Killing Curse, the best way is to dodge it, not resist it..."
The rustling sound of feather pens writing could be heard again in the classroom.
Although this was something that higher grades needed to learn, Moody did not stop them from taking notes. Instead, he waited quietly.
After everyone had finished writing, he waved his wand, and lines of small words appeared on the blackboard, along with a wand gesture diagram.
It clearly shows the changes in hand gestures required to cast the Shield Charm, as well as the direction and amplitude of the wand swings.
"This is homework," said Moody. "It is also the armor spell technique I summarized. I ask you to write it all down. We will practice it in the next class. If anyone's theory is a mess..."
He grinned, and all the scars on his face were squeezed together, making him look even more terrifying.
"Believe me, you will regret it later.
Of course, I know some of you will not care about this, but it doesn’t matter, I will tell the treatment room in the school hospital in advance and ask her to prepare a few beds for you…”
The classroom was completely silent. For the rest of the class, everyone was busy copying notes from the blackboard. No one spoke until the bell rang...
Moody limped out of the classroom, the thumping sound of his wooden leg on the ground becoming farther and farther away until it disappeared.
In an instant, all kinds of discussions arose.
Except for a few students who expressed concerns, most of them were excited and just wanted to get to Friday quickly, because that was the only day they would have the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"He's really good, isn't he?" After leaving the classroom, Mikkel looked at the parchment with words written on it and said:
"He is well versed in all kinds of dark magic. He was able to discover my story even though it was so realistic... It seems that not everyone is just famous like Lockhart."
Kyle glanced at him, somewhat hesitant about whether to tell Mikkel that the so-called "clearing spell" he made up actually had another name, called "cleansing spell."