I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 212 Uncontrollable Killing Intent

Just when everyone was taken aback, Orlando suddenly exerted his strength, and his soul power instantly broke through Moody's Imperius Curse. In order not to be discovered by Moody, Orlando's soul power was released and retracted immediately, The spider that had been in a ball suddenly came to life, and when Moody grabbed it, it ran away in a hurry, which made him impossible.

This, what is the situation, something went wrong?Moody was stunned, speechless for a long time.The students were also dumbfounded. They agreed that it would take a strong personality to break free. Why did this spider break free all of a sudden?Everyone looked at him suspiciously.

"There was a glitch, it's not a big deal." Moody never dreamed that someone would break his spell in his presence.

Orlando pursed his lips and smiled, hehe, it's interesting, it turns out that this spell can still be broken in this way, it's really a one-shot!
"Did you do it?" Hermione asked in a low voice, poking his waist with her hand from below.

"Uh, I tried it all of a sudden, and I didn't expect it to work." Orlando said with his telepathy without saying a word.

"You're prying into my mind again, it's disgusting."

"I didn't. I just checked Moody just now. This is a counterfeit. Be careful."

"What? Counterfeit, how is this possible?" Hermione almost exclaimed, but she restrained herself.

"Don't talk, just know it in your heart. In the past few years, none of the professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is normal. You and him should stay away."

Orlando accepted his telepathy, looked ahead and pretended to listen carefully, while Hermione lowered her head and pretended to read a book to hide her inner shock.

Does anyone else know what the spell is?Illegal spell? "

No one raised their hands. After a while, Neville slowly raised his hand, and everyone looked at him in surprise.The only time Neville took the initiative to speak was in Herbalism, his strongest subject, and everyone was surprised by his boldness.

"Go ahead." Moody nodded at him, his magical eye rolling to focus on Neville.

"There's one—the Cruciatus Curse." Neville said softly but clearly.

Moody looked at Neville very intently, this time with both eyes.

"Are you Longbottom?" he said, his enchanted eye down to examine the roster.

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody didn't ask any further questions.He turned his back to the class, took a second spider out of the glass bottle, and placed it on the podium.The spider was motionless, looking terrified.

"Cruciatus, you got it right," said Moody. "Needs to zoom in a bit so you can see it,"

He said, pointing at the spider with his wand, "Grow bigger quickly!"

The spider swelled and was now bigger than a tarantula, with a furry body comparable to a mouse.

At this moment, Ron could no longer hide his fear. He regretted taking the seat in the front row. He tried his best to move his chair back, as far away from Moody's podium as possible.

Moody raised his wand again, pointed at the spider, and said softly, "Crucio!"

Immediately, the spider's legs all retracted, clinging to the body.It turned over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently, shaking from side to side.It didn't make a sound, but Hermione believed that if it had vocal organs, it would be screaming like hell.

Moody didn't take his wand away, he seemed to be enjoying the process, and there was viciousness and viciousness in his eyes.

The spider began to tremble all over and twitched more and more.At this moment, Neville's hands were tightly clutching the table in front of him, his knuckles were turning white, his eyes were wide open, full of fear.

"Stop him, Orlando," Hermione yelled, grabbing his hand anxiously.

Other students also noticed Neville's strange behavior, but they didn't know what to do.

"Professor, it's fine." Orlando waved his wand, and a small lightning flash hit the poor spider. Before Moody could react, the spider turned into black ash.

"Boy, you are disturbing the classroom order." Moody suddenly pointed his wand at Orlando angrily, and a green light flew towards him.

How could Orlando, who had been prepared for a long time, be hit by the trick? I saw him lightly waved his wand, and a lightning shield blocked the spell in front of him, and then the shield turned into five lightning bolts and went straight to Moody. This impostor was caught off guard, but fortunately Orlando just wanted to teach him a lesson, and was not going to kill anyone. Under the control of his powerful mental power, lightning flashed past his limbs, and the powerful current made half of his body numb. He could no longer hold the wand in his hand, so he could only let it fall to the ground. Fortunately, others were not injured. As for whether his heart was injured, Orlando couldn't care so much.

"Professor, please forgive me for interrupting your teaching. It's because Neville has a strong psychological shadow on this spell. If it continues, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand it."

Fake Moody bent down to pick up the wand on the ground, did not answer him immediately, nor got up in a hurry, but looked at the ground, he was adjusting his emotions to cover up the uncontrollable killing intent, because he knew that he still had There are more important tasks, so you can't act emotionally, and you can't kill people in public.

When he raised his head again, he had regained his composure, and said with a forced smile: "Student Orlando just now showed us what is called magic spell defense and counterattack. Rulin's Auror team is also the top group, he is indeed the thunder star of the magic world, the youngest Wizengamot youth representative, I want to give him 10 points for this."

"Papa papa." The warm applause rang out, and the students didn't understand it, thinking it was an interaction between teachers and students, but they didn't realize that it was a real duel of life and death.Of course, Orlando must not be the one who died. After all, his strength was much higher than his, and he was attacked in a prepared manner.

"Okay, let's get down to business and continue with the lesson just now." Moody pretended to be nonchalant and wiped his wand and said.

"Extremely painful." He looked at the crowd again, and said softly, "If you can recite the Cruciatus Curse, you don't need to use thumb clips or knives to torture others... This spell was once very popular."

"Okay... does anyone else know the spell?"

No one raised their hands this time. Judging from their facial expressions, they seemed to be guessing what would happen to the last spider. Everyone looked at Orlando, waiting for his answer.

"Since everyone expects it, then Orlando, you can answer." Moody suppressed his inner emotions so that his voice would not be so hoarse.

"It's the Avada Kedavra Curse, also known as the Death Curse." Orlando replied loudly.

Everyone turned to look at him anxiously, including Harry and Ron.

"Correct answer," said Moody—his crooked mouth twitched again in a slight smile, "yes, this is the last and most powerful spell, the Avada Kedavra . . . death curse."

He reached into the glass bottle, and as if knowing the impending doom, the third spider scrambled desperately around the bottom of the bottle, trying to avoid Moody's finger, but he caught it anyway and put it on the podium .The spider started desperately trying to escape from the wooden tabletop again.

Moody raised his wand, and everyone's eyes widened, with a look of fear in their eyes. Only Orlando was indifferent. He had seen the Killing Curse when he was facing an assassination in the second grade, so it was not surprising at all.

"Avada Kedavra!" roared Moody.

A blinding green light blinded one's eyes, and there was a chaotic sound, as if an invisible giant flew through the air-at the same time, the spider turned over and lay on its back on the table, body There is no scar, but there is no doubt that it is dead.

Several students tried their best to hold back the screams they wanted to make. When the spider slid towards Ron, Ron staggered back and almost fell off his seat.

Moody swept the dead spider off the table and onto the floor.

"It's not good," he said calmly. "It's unpleasant, and there's no cure for it. There's no way to resist it. Only one person is known to have escaped the spell, and he's sitting here before us."

Moody's eyes were on Harry at the same time, and Harry felt himself flush.He could feel the whole class turning to look at him.Harry stared at the empty blackboard, seemingly fascinated by the blackboard, but in fact he saw nothing....

"Is Harry okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"It's not possible." The two were talking in a low voice, but fortunately they were sitting in the last row so that Moody would not notice.

(End of this chapter)