Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

In terms of learning complexity alone, the spell of Fiendfyre is strictly speaking far inferior to Occlumency and the Patronus Charm. It is not difficult to simply summon Fiendfire, and Dudley can summon Fiendfire himself.

The two old wizards Pipilu and Lu Xixi can actually use Fiercefire, but they are not good at controlling it.

The most difficult part of Fiercefire Curse is to control it.

How to control Fiendfire's trajectory is the hallmark of a powerful dark wizard.

It is very likely that the end of simply summoning Fierce Fire will be harmed by the Fiend Fire Curse.

This magic does not distinguish between friend and foe, it will not show mercy just because you cast it

The first one to be burned to death by a little carelessness was the wizard who summoned Fiendfyre.

Such examples abound in the wizarding world and are very common.

For professional things, you still need to find professional people. Who else can understand black magic better than a Death Eater?

Of course it's not right to say that

In Dudley's impression, there was one person who could master the Fiendfyre Curse well, and that was the true master of the existing Fiendfyre Curse.

It's a pity that Dudley couldn't guarantee that the other party would be willing to teach him.

The next best thing is the 'Moody' professor in front of me is the most suitable candidate.

"The magic flame that never goes out? Very good, boy, you are asking the right person."

As Dudley had expected, Moody readily agreed.

"I have fought against dark wizards who use the Fiercefire Curse many times, and I have some experience with this curse."

"I shouldn't have taught you such a dangerous magic, but since you have become a Hogwarts warrior, maybe you will face this curse in the near future."

"Then get ready for the devil's special training, I can teach you on the first night of every weekend."

Moody took a sip from the jug with the cloudy liquid pinned to his waist, and a unique fragrance of potions penetrated Dudley's nostrils.

Ah, the smell of Polyjuice Potion.

Moody, who was on crutches, hadn't gone far, and suddenly turned his head: "By the way, call Harry when you come. As a Hogwarts warrior, I think he should also learn some skills to deal with dark wizards. "

That last sentence is the point.

On Saturday, Dudley and Harry came to the professor's dormitory where Moody was staying early after finishing the morning exercises of the prescribed movements.

Compared with Dumbledore's headmaster's office, Moody's dormitory is much smaller, the room is very simple, unlike Lockhart who hangs his portrait all over the room, and it's not like Quirrell will be in his dormitory Planting a bunch of garlic, much less keeping dangerous dark magic creatures in his room like Lupin did.

In addition to a few clothes hanging, there is only a crucible, a teapot and a few teacups and a few other things.

But the most eye-catching thing is the huge metal box next to the bed.

There is a big lock on it, which is mysterious, and I don't know what is inside.

"Very well, it seems that you attach great importance to this study."

As soon as Dudley entered the room, his gaze stayed on the big box intentionally or unintentionally, and he first shouted at the two of them and successfully attracted Dudley's attention.After taking a sip of the water bottle he carried with him, he beckoned to the two of them to come to him: "What are you waiting for? Come here, come to me."

Looking at the two students who were a head taller than him, Moody silently stepped back a few steps, so that he didn't have to raise his head to talk to them, and then continued to speak.

"I think you've all heard the spell of Fiercefire before you came to me, but I'll repeat it here."

"Fiendfyre! (The spell of the Fiendfyre Curse is not Fiendfyre, the Chinese version of the spell is unknown, but the English version actually means Fiendfyre) This is the spell of the Fiendfyre Curse."

"Remember, then release it in front of me now."

Speaking of which, Moody took another sip of 'water': "Come one by one, the first one. Harry, you come first."

"Release? Here?"

Harry was visibly taken aback by Moody's words.

This is the Fierce Fire Curse, not some clear spring like water, wouldn't it be afraid of burning the castle if you put it here?

Aware of Harry's doubts, Moody spoke with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Don't worry, your abilities can only summon a handful of flames at best."

Stretch out the little finger and pinch it with the thumb at the position of the nail cover.

Although Fiendfire claims to burn everything, in fact air cannot be its fuel, which means it cannot burn along the air.

"I don't even need to use a wand, I can kill it with a breath."

You study hard, progress fast, and have strong talents, but as a black magic beginner, can you still make a fortune?

Moody disapproved in his heart, black magic was his favorite method.

As Moody said in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even if the little wizards in the class cast the Killing Curse on him, he would only have a nosebleed at most.

He was very confident in himself, and very confident in Dudley and Harry.

Can students be better than professors?

"But."

Dudley was silent, but Harry wanted to explain something, but Moody cut him off just as he opened his mouth.

"No but, I said release here."

Seeing that Moody's attitude was so firm, Harry could only say helplessly.

"Ok."

Pull out your wand and point the tip at the ceiling, where there is least clutter.

"Fiendfyre!"

Harry uttered the Fiercefire spell, and as soon as the voice fell, a fist-sized crimson flame spewed out from the tip of the wand. The flame jumped three feet high, smashed fiercely on the ceiling, and instantly ignited it.

The Fierce Flame Curse burns everything, even non-flammable things can become combustion aids. The moment it touches the ceiling, it spreads extremely quickly, and it burns along the ceiling towards the desk near the wall in a short while. Go, make a big gesture to burn the room clean.

fire too fast

Moody, who had originally planned to guide Harry well, was stunned for a moment when he saw this situation, and quickly took out his wand and pointed it at the ever-spreading Fiendfire.

"Stop the curse!"

It's a pity that this curse can only delay the spread of Fiercefire, but cannot remove the threat of Fiendfire.

But as long as it can be delayed, Moody released the spell again.

"The flame returns to silence!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 276 Dudley's Weird Tastes

At the beginning of the 12th century, a wizard who believed in Christianity declared that Fiercefire was not a flame belonging to the world, but a magic flame from hell. Although most wizards did not believe in Christ or God, they also agreed with him. From my point of view, the characteristics of Fiendfyre really don't look like flames from this world no matter how you look at it.

And if this Christian wizard just expounded this point of view, then he would not be recorded in the annals of history anyway. He dedicated his whole life to the study of Fiendfire, and finally invented and created it at the moment before his death. There is a counter-curse that suppresses the Fiercefire Curse.

This curse is called - Flame Returns to Silence.

This is a spell that can throw the Fierce Fire Curse into another space to make it disappear. As for whether this space is hell, it is unknown.

After all, no wizard would be so idle as to go and ask for proof.

However, although the Fiendfire Curse has a counter-curse, the difficulty of this counter-curse is very high, even more difficult than the Patronus Charm and Animagus, and ordinary wizards cannot learn it at all.

Looking at the entire wizarding society, there are very few wizards who counter the curse, and Moody happens to be one of them.

The tip of the wand exploded, and red light spots flew out of it. After touching the crimson flame, the surrounding space gradually distorted, and then the flame that claimed to be able to burn everything disappeared together with a piece of wall covering.

Then the magic wand counted, each time a light spot flew out, devouring the Fierce Flame Demonic Flame.

After a while, Fiendfire in the room was cleaned up.

Moody breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Harry with indescribably complicated eyes.

It's really too exaggerated. It's just a fourth-year underage wizard, but his spell is so powerful.

A Fiercefire Curse that has not been systematically learned is almost lost.

Fortunately, when he boasted in the first class, he didn't really ask the little wizard to give him an Avada in turn. If Harry gave him an Avada, it would definitely not be as simple as a nosebleed.

Harry looked at Moody with averted eyes.

In fact, he just wanted to say that he had learned the Fiercefire Curse, but Moody didn't give him a chance.Now burn the ceiling of the entire dormitory to be bald.

Shouldn't he lose money?

"Professor Moody, now that you've seen Harry's Fiercefire Curse, I think it's my turn now."

Dudley's voice sounded, interrupting the two people who were thinking about each other.

"Wait a minute." Moody shouted quickly, "Let's go outside."

He clearly knew that this guy named Dursley was more talented than Potter.

Potter almost ordered the room, so what about Dursley?

It doesn't matter if the room is burned or not, anyway, it's a Hogwarts thing, but nothing will happen to the box, it's about the future.

Be decisive.

As Moody expected, Dudley's Fiercefyre Curse was several times larger than Harry's. If Harry's Fiercefyre Curse was the size of a fist at the beginning, then Dudley's Fiercefyre Curse was a chapter bigger. The extent of the iron pan.

If a Fiercefire Curse of this level broke out in the classroom dormitory, it might really be able to set Hogwarts on fire.

"The most important thing to deal with Fiendfyre is to control its form."

Seeing that Dudley and Harry had successfully summoned the magic flame, Moody summoned the Fiercefire Curse in front of them, and started the second stage of teaching.

control

It stands to reason that the last thing that should be done in the world is to support the enemy, but when teaching Dudley and Harry the Fiercefire Curse, this 'Moody' professor was very attentive.

They are almost teaching hand in hand, making the two of them learn quickly.

Fiendfyre is a very, very special kind of flame, its biggest characteristic is that apart from burning everything, it does not distinguish between friend and foe.

Theoretically, if you have more control over Fiendfyre, you can control it back when the opponent casts Fiendfyre.

And the Fierce Fire Curse is a very malleable spell.

A powerful wizard can make Fiendfire attack in any form, such as a giant snake, a giant, or even his own gigantic head.

With the characteristics of Fierce Fire Curse, it is far more powerful than ordinary spells.

And not all Fiendfyres are crimson. The blue special Fiendfyre, the black strange Fiendfyre, and the green Fiercefire are all one of the many forms of Fiendfyre. The shape is more powerful, and it also has special properties

It can be said that the dark wizard does not necessarily know the Fiercefire Curse, but a powerful black wizard must also be powerful.

In just two weeks, Dudley was able to master the Fiendfyre proficiently. One month later, Dudley had completed the study of the Diehenfire Curse, and Harry had already mastered the Fiendfyre Curse.

Looking at the exaggerated learning progress of the two, especially Dudley, Moody suddenly had a feeling that they should not be taught.

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On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, not far from the cabin where Hagrid lived, the disciplinary team who were tired of eating in the cafeteria sat around the fire.

In order to take care of the two foreign students, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, some strange foods often appear on the Hogwarts dining table.

Like a strange thing called 'Stargazing Pie (AKA: Sardines That's Not Worth a Life)' being served with dignity.

The pile of fish heads with dead fish eyes standing on top of the meringue, just looking at it has a creepy feeling, let alone eating it.

Even Hermione, who is familiar with cuisines from all over the world, is afraid to avoid this dish. She can even eat mixed fish stew that Ron, Neville, and Malfoy can't eat half a mouthful, but Imagine how dark this dish was.

As for the others, even smelling it was a torture. It is said that when it was first served on the table, Ron threw up on the spot.

However, this dish was very popular with Beauxbaton's group of seemingly delicate students, and they felt physically and psychologically uncomfortable every time they saw them devouring Hermione.

Another example is 'Ice Cream Caramel Apple Pie', which is a dessert that even the English people who are addicted to sugar feel tired. The caramel in the apple pie is sweeter than the ice cream balls on top. It's just eating the concentrate of countless kinds of sugar, which can't be swallowed at all.

However, the group of Durmstrang students were able to eat with gusto. After one portion was not enough, they could ask for a second portion.

These are just the tip of the iceberg on the dining table, and the current dining table is basically occupied by these dark dishes.

In Ron's words, there is not even a roasted chicken leg, what a fart.

"Brother D, what is this iron sheet?"

asked Ron, pointing to the red and yellow can in Dudley's hand.

"this one?"