Hogwarts Everything is Three

Unlike the Gryffindors eagerly looking forward to the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, the Ravenclaw students were calm.

The only thing they need to worry about is that Professor Moody will trouble Alan because of Alan's original behavior.

When the class bell rang, the little wizards of Ravenclaw were already in place. They took out their respective "Black Magic: Guide to Self-Defense" and waited, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet.

Soon, they heard Moody's distinctive humming footsteps coming down the corridor. He walked into the classroom and looked strange and scary as usual. They could just see his claw-like wooden foot sticking out from under the robe.

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

The students put the books in their schoolbags and exchanged glances.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, and shook his long gray hair from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll his name. His normal eye moved down the list, and the magic eye kept turning around, staring at every student who responded.

"Alan Harris," he roared gruffly.

"Yes." Allen stood up calmly and answered.

Moody's magic eyes stopped turning suddenly and focused on Alan. That unblinking look is more terrifying than when it turns crazily.

The classroom is extremely quiet.

Allen stood patiently for a long time, and found Moody staring at him like a wax figure, strangely feeling that he had been punished to stand.

"Professor Moody, my mother and sister in my family used to work at St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital. Do you need to reserve a high-level bed for you?" Allen laughed, with a very polite tone. "Or, are you under too much mental stress? Do you want me to convene a shareholder meeting to apply to the Ministry of Magic to diagnose your mental condition for free."

With a snort, Michael couldn't help laughing.

Allen's words seemed to break the curse, and the entire classroom was extremely quiet and extremely depressed.

Moody's magic eye resumed its rotation and glared at the laughing classmates.

He coughed, and finally gave up the idea of ​​using naming to make trouble. Moody continued to roll the naming, but the hand holding the wand under the table burst into blue veins.

"Okay," he said when the last student answered, "For the smart Ravenclaw, how to deal with dark magic animals, you should already have a lot of basic knowledge. Listen to Professor Lupin, You have learned to deal with Bogut, Red Caps, Shinkpunk, Grindillo, Kabbah, and Werewolves."

"But you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells—not enough," Moody said. "So, I'm going to show you the real situation among wizards. I have a year to teach you how to Deal with the Dark Demon—"

There was a commotion under the podium.

Moody's big rough hands slammed the podium. Because of restraining his anger, his scarred face became even more distorted and weird.

"It stands to reason that you are not in the sixth grade. I shouldn't tell you what the illegal black curse looks like, because you are still young and can't deal with this set of things. But Professor Dumbledore praised you greatly. He thinks that you can deal with it, and in my opinion, the sooner you understand what you are going to deal with, the better. If you have never seen something, how can you protect yourself from it? A wizard has to give If you recite an illegal spell, he won’t tell you his plan. He won’t recite it to you frankly, fair, and politely. You must be prepared and vigilant."

Moody stood up with prosthetic legs with difficulty, opened the drawer of the podium, and took out a glass bottle. Three **** spiders crawled in it endlessly.

Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and placed it on his open palm so that everyone could see it. Then he pointed his wand at it and muttered: "The soul is out of the body!"

The stage became agitated for an instant, and the learned Ravenclaw knew the meaning of this spell.

Moody instructed the spider to flip, jump into the air and even tap dance, but none of the Ravenclaws in the audience laughed.

They didn't expect that what Professor Moody demonstrated in the first class turned out to be the black magic that can be regarded as an unforgivable curse once it is used on people.

"Fully under my control," Moody said softly--

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, I will teach you the method, but it requires a strong personality power, not everyone can master it. You'd better avoid being hit by it. Always be vigilant!" He The sudden yelling shocked everyone.

He turned his back to the class, took out the second spider from the glass bottle and placed it on the podium.

He zoomed in on the spider, "heart-cutting."

The spider's legs were all retracted, clinging to the body. It turned over, and at the same time its body twitched violently, shaking side to side.

Moody raised his head and scanned the class, his eyes staying on the calm face of Allen for a few more seconds.

Moody's slanted mouth twitched again, and a smile appeared, "Now, there is the last and the most powerful spell left. The Avada Spell...The Killing Curse."

"Avadasu fate!" Moody roared.

A dazzling green light pierced people's eyes, and at the same time there was a messy sound, as if an invisible behemoth was flying through the air-at the same time, the spider turned over~www.ltnovel.com~ Lying on the table, there was no scar on his body, but he was undoubtedly dead.

The Ravenclaws are a little bit upset, not because of the killing of spiders—in fact, these Hogwarts aliens often harm the lives of some small animals because of their own experiments, although they will not do so. For fun, but obviously there will be no too much psychological burden-they are just a little hard to imagine the course they will face next, should they cast a killing curse on each other?

Alan's face also showed surprise. Just now, the wand in his hand heated up, and there was an abnormal movement.

He drew out the wand and found that the wand had grown automatically at some point, and the spider's soul was immediately imprisoned as soon as it left the body.

"Avadaso's Mantra requires very powerful magical power as a foundation-you can all take out your wand, aim it at me, and read this spell. I suspect that I will only have a nosebleed at most. But that doesn't matter. I'm here to teach you how to recite spells." Moody's expression was somewhat complacent, and suddenly he was stunned, and all the classmates looked at the dead spider on the table.

The soul-lost spider disintegrated into pieces in full view, rotted and festered, turning into dust.

"Avada's gnawing curse has this effect?" Michael asked in surprise.

None of the little wizards here has really seen the Avadasuo Mantra, but the description in the book does not show this phenomenon.

Even Moody was stunned for a moment in surprise. He looked at Ellen for an instant, and intuitively told him that this happened to the spider must have something to do with Ellen—it also reminded him of the Haikou he had just boasted about, if Ellen used the Avada Spell on him Obviously it won’t be a nosebleed thing...