I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 211 Imperius Curse

The Potions class in the morning was unremarkable. This was just for Orlando. He did not cook the soup according to the parameters marked in the textbook, but tried to improve the dosage of the potion. This was Snape's tacit approval. After all, the fourth grade The lessons Orlando had mastered in the first grade were all given to him as a privilege.

A crisp sound interrupted Orlando's thinking. This was the sixth cauldron that Ron had burnt out this year. Snape's roar almost shattered the table, and he punished Neville without hesitation to stay in school for labor.Neville had to go and disembowel a vat of horned toads, and when he came back, his nerves were nearly broken.

"Do you know why Professor Snape has such a bad temper?" Ron said mysteriously.

At this time, Harry and Hermione were teaching Neville to recite a descaling spell, and by the way helped him clean his nails and dirt off his body. Ron was not good at spells, so he didn't help.

"Yes, of course," said Orlando, "because of Moody."

Everyone knew that Snape was desperate to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a job he had lost four times in a row.Snape had dissatisfaction with his previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, and it was written all over his face - but with Mad-Eye Moody, he seemed to be extra careful not to let this emotion Show it.

Indeed, Orlando had seen the two of them together on several occasions - at meals or as they passed each other in the corridor - and it was obvious to him that Snape was avoiding Moody's eyes, whether it was the magical one or the Just a normal eye.

"I think Snape was a little afraid of him," said Harry thoughtfully.

"Imagine if Moody turned Snape into a horned toad," said Ron, his eyes dimmed with fascination, "and directed him to hop around the dungeon." Jump to..."

"You'd better say this when no one is around, and be careful not to be overheard by Snape." Hermione interrupted his lust.

"It's so disappointing, you interrupted the scene when there was no good scene." Ron muttered, and he also knew that the common room was not a good place to say this, so he didn't dare to refute.

"Ron, show some respect to the professor." Snape had a good relationship with him, and Orlando naturally didn't want to see anyone belittle him in front of him.He drew his wand and said a silent incantation, "clean up".

Neville's nails, which Hermione and Harry couldn't clean up after all their efforts, became clean in an instant.

"You are still amazing." Hermione praised sincerely.

After lunch, Orlando and Hermione hid in the Room of Response to practice as usual, and now everywhere he went, students who admired him came to strike up a conversation, so he preferred to hide here quietly, and waited until the class bell was about to ring before they came out from here .

At this time, the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was already full of students who had been waiting for a long time. They chatted excitedly and shared news they had inquired from elsewhere. Seats at the front of the classroom.Orlando and Hermione arrived last and had to sit in the last row.

The students waited with their copies of Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense, and the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet.Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic "thump-thump" footsteps coming down the corridor.

He entered the classroom, looking as odd and frightening as ever.Students in the front row could just see his claw-like wooden foot protruding from under his robes.

Moody looked around the classroom, his eyes made contact with Orlando's eyes and quickly moved away.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, walking to the edge of the podium with crutches, and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them."

The students put their books in their schoolbags, Harry and Ron looked extremely excited, and they occupied a good seat in the front.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, brushing his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll the roll.His normal eye moved down the list, and his magical eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered.

When he read Orlando Bloom, there was an indescribable meaning in his tone. Although it sounded nothing unusual, Orlando, who had strong soul power, still sensed a trace of malice through intuition.

He couldn't help but use his telepathy to test it out, good guy, this fake Moody actually had killing intent towards him, and this killing intent was so strong that it surpassed Harry.

"Hermione, be careful for a while, don't answer questions, and don't force yourself, follow my instructions." Orlando whispered something. Although Hermione didn't understand it very well, she nodded subconsciously out of trust in him.

"Okay," he said when the last student had finished answering, "I have received a letter from Professor Lupine introducing the course. It seems that you have mastered how to deal with dark magic creatures." Quite a few basics - you learned how to deal with Boggarts, Red Hoods, Hinkpunk, Grindylows, Kabbahs and Werewolves, right?"

The students murmured their approval.

"But you haven't learned enough - not enough," said Moody sharply, "how to deal with spells, "so I'm going to give you a taste of real, brutal battles between wizards. I have a year's Time will teach you how to deal with the Dark Arts—"

"What, only one year of teaching, Professor?" Ron blurted out and asked.

Moody's magic eye turned and stared at Ron.Ron looked terrified, but soon Moody was smiling—the first time Harry had seen Moody smile.When he smiled, his scarred face became even more contorted and weird, but it was always comforting to know he could still put on a friendly smile.Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you?" said Moody. "Your father helped me out of a very difficult situation a few days ago... Yeah, I only teach for a year, helping Deng Do Bullido a favor... just teach for a year and then go back to my peaceful retirement."

He laughed hoarsely, then clapped his rough big hands.

"Okay—let's get down to business. Spells, they have many forms, and their magical powers are different. Now, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all kinds of broken spells, that's all. Logically speaking, you are less than six years old. Grade, I shouldn't tell you what the illegal black magic spell looks like, because you are still young and can't deal with this set of things. But Professor Dumbledore greatly praised your courage, he thinks you can deal with it, And it seems to me that the sooner you understand what you're dealing with the better. How can you protect yourself from something if you've never seen it? Some wizard is going to cast you an illegal spell, and he's Won't tell you what he's up to. He won't be candid, fair, polite. You've got to be prepared and on your toes. You'd better get that thing out of the way while I'm talking, Brown Miss."

Lavender was startled and flushed.Just now, she showed Parvati the fortune-telling chart she had drawn under the table.Apparently, Moody's magical eye could penetrate not only the back of his own head, but solid wood as well.

"So... do any of you know which spells are most punishable by international wizarding laws?"

Several hands were raised tremblingly, including Ron. Hermione subconsciously wanted to raise her hands, but remembering Orlando's instructions, she retracted her hands again.

Moody pointed to Ron, but his magic eye turned to Hermione and Orlando.

"Uh, yeah," said Ron uncertainly, "my dad told me about a... called Imperius Curse or something, right?"

"Ah, yes," said Moody appreciatively, "your father must have known about the spell. Back in the day, the Imperius Curse caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic."

Moody stood up with difficulty on his prosthetic leg, opened the drawer of the lectern, and took out a glass bottle.Three big black spiders crawled inside.Harry felt Ron shrink slightly beside him - Ron hated spiders the most.

Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and placed it on his outstretched palm for all to see.Then he pointed his wand at it and murmured, "Out of body!"

The spider jumped away from Moody's palm, dangling a filament, and began to swing back and forth, as if sitting on a high swing.It straightened its legs stiffly, then turned around and rolled somersaults, the filament snapped.It hit the table and started somersaulting in circles.Moody flicked his wand, and it stood up on its hind legs again, doing a kind of tap dance, yes, a tap dance.

Orlando's eyes lit up, this is not black magic, this is soul magic, okay? He can feel that the spider's young soul has been controlled by the magic spell, and the fake Moody is giving it instructions through the spirit, through the soul Control its body to do various actions.

Everyone laughed—except Moody and Orlando.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" he asked in a gruff voice. "Would you like it if I gave you this?"

The laughter disappeared almost immediately.

"It's all under my control," Moody said softly—as the spider swelled up and started rolling around, "I can make it jump out the window, or drown itself, or jump into your place." In the throat of a classmate..."

Many students shut their mouths in horror, fearing that Moody would actually let the spider roll in their mouths.

Orlando smacked his mouth. Just now he tried to touch it with the power of his soul. He felt that with his soul magic level, he could completely break the spell, or use more powerful magic methods to seize control of the spider.

"Many years ago, a lot of wizards were under the Imperius Curse," said Moody—Orlando knew he was talking about the days when Voldemort was at his most powerful. Forced to act, who is acting on his own will."

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I'll teach you how to do it, but it requires a lot of personality, and not everyone can master it. You'd better avoid getting hit by it. Stay vigilant at all times!" he Suddenly, he shouted loudly, startling everyone.

(End of this chapter)