Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 282 A unique lesson

There was silence below the podium.

Everyone was stunned by Moody's speech.

In fact, what he said was not wrong at all. For a long time, these young people who had not experienced the Voldemort period did not have a correct understanding of dark wizards.

Although every elder around them kept instilling in them how terrible dark wizards were, how cruel the Death Eaters were, and how vicious the three unforgivable curses were.

But until you experience it yourself, no matter how many times you hear these words, they will not feel real.

"Before I teach you how to deal with the most vicious dark wizards, you must know what kind of existence a dark wizard is." Moody's smile gradually faded, but his expression became more ferocious. "I will not describe it to you in words or text like others do. Facts have proved that such behavior is useless. So I decided to let you see with your own eyes the most representative spells in dark magic, the three unforgivable curses!"

Perhaps because they had already received the news from Gryffindor and had been mentally prepared, the students in the audience did not react much after Moody made the announcement. Only a few timid students began to tremble slightly.

Moody moved the wand in his hand slightly, and three beakers flew out of the box and finally turned upside down on the desk.

There is a live spider in each beaker. At this moment, they seem very energetic and are frantically scratching the smooth and transparent wall of the beaker.

After doing all this, Moody's flexible magic eye moved around and finally stopped on Mike.

"Mike Townley!"

Moody called out Mike's full name in a very stern voice, but Mike did not stand up immediately like other students who were called by the professor in the past. Instead, he just raised his hand to indicate that he heard him.

Moody didn't care. His magic eyes kept scanning Mike and he said:
"I heard that you used the Fiendfyre to burn several thugs to death during the Quidditch World Cup! Since you have already mastered advanced dark magic like the Fiendfyre, I believe you have also learned the three unforgivable curses, right?"

Although Moody's words were questions, his tone was affirmative.

Anyone could have heard the hostility in Moody's words, but Mike smiled and asked as if he hadn't heard it:

"What do you mean?"

"It's meaningless. Learning the Dark Arts or even the Unforgivable Curses is actually no big deal. The key issue is whether the person your wand is pointing at is a heinous person!" Moody said, "I admire you, Mike! What you do is very much to my liking! But you are still a little short of the mark. If I were there, I would not let them die so easily. I would torture them with Cruciatus and make them regret being born into this world!"

Moody's expression became more and more ferocious, so that no young wizard in the audience came out to argue with him and said something nonsense about using the Cruciatus Curse on others would result in being thrown into Azkaban.

"Oh! By the way! Many of you probably don't know what the Cruciatus Curse is, right?" Moody's ferocious face quickly changed into a kind smile like a Sichuan opera face-changing. He turned back to the podium and said, "The Cruciatus Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses. Its function is very simple, that is torture! Let me give you the simplest example. The fat boy named Neville Longbottom from Gryffindor, his parents were tortured into idiots by the Cruciatus Curse! Okay, now I will demonstrate it for everyone in person!"

Moody licked his lips and impatiently took one of the three beakers.

"So you can see it more carefully, I will enlarge it! Make it bigger quickly!"

With an expansion spell, the spider on the podium swelled up rapidly and soon became as big as a puppy.

It struggled desperately, but it was held in mid-air by the levitation spell and had no leverage.

"Watch out, little ones! The fun is about to begin!" Moody grinned and pointed his wand at the giant spider in the air, "Crucio!"

As soon as the words fell, the spider's eight legs, which had been scrabbling around looking for a foothold, all retracted and clung to its body. It flipped over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently and swayed from side to side.

It made no sound, but if it had organs of speech, it would certainly be screaming desperately at this moment.

"Extreme agony!" Moody's wand was still pointing at the spider, and he even moved closer while speaking. Suddenly, the spider's twitching became more violent.

"If you know the Cruciatus Curse, you don't need to think too much when torturing others. All you need is a flick of your wand. Tsk tsk."

There was dead silence below the podium. Although spiders cannot speak and do not have as many facial expressions as humans, everyone still felt how cruel the torture the spider was experiencing at this moment was.

Some timid girls even started crying.

"Shrink quickly."

The spell was chanted again, and Moody finally stopped torturing the spider. He shrank it and put it back into the beaker.

However, the spider, which was originally full of energy, no longer moved after experiencing this torture for less than a minute. It lay motionless in the beaker and looked like it was dead.

"Okay, let's speed up the learning process." Moody clapped his hands and issued a crisp applause to attract the students' attention. "I just showed you the Cruciatus Curse, but in fact, the Cruciatus Curse is the most 'kind' of the three unforgivable curses. At least it won't kill you all at once. And next, I'm going to show you a spell that you are most familiar with. The famous Harry Potter once escaped death from this curse. Oh! You have guessed it, right? That's right! It's the Killing Curse!"

Moody was talking to himself on the podium like a madman. Clearly no one agreed with him just now, but he was still very excited and opened the second beaker.

This time the spell was obviously more difficult to cast than the last Cruciatus Curse, because Moody seemed to be gathering his emotions. He closed his eyes and pointed his wand at the spider for a long time without chanting any spell.

Just when everyone was wondering about Moody's behavior, Moody's eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time, he shouted:
"Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling green light made it impossible to open one's eyes, and at the same time a strong sense of uneasiness swept over.

When everyone opened their eyes again, the spider had turned over and was lying on its back on the table. There was no scar on its body, but everyone present knew that it was dead.

Everyone stared at the dead spider in a daze, until a girl couldn't help but screamed and drew their attention back.

"It's not pretty." Moody said calmly, "It's very unpleasant, and there's no way to break the curse... Oh, it seems there is one now. Although the success rate is not high, it is undeniable that carrying a large number of small creatures on your body can indeed help you escape the Killing Curse with a certain probability."

After saying that, Moody looked at Mike, his eyes full of admiration.

Other people in the classroom also cast admiring glances at Mike, but Mike did not feel uncomfortable at all under such attention. Instead, he smiled and waved to everyone as a greeting.

"Finally, I will show you the most terrible and vicious spell among the three unforgivable curses, the Imperius Curse."

Hearing this, everyone's heart was lifted again.

In their eyes, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse were already quite vicious curses, and they could hardly imagine what a curse even more vicious than these two would be like.

Moody ignored the horrified looks from the young wizards as he took the last victim out of the beaker and placed it in his palm.

His movements were so gentle and his expression so focused that one could mistakenly wonder whether the hideous-looking spider was his pet.

But the next moment, he raised his wand and pointed it at the spider in his palm.

"The soul leaves the body."

Unlike the previous two times, Moody's tone of voice this time was also very gentle.

But as he chanted the spell, a small ball of mist that looked like spore powder, but more illusory and harder to see, and almost completely transparent, spurted out from the tip of his staff and directly enveloped the spider.

Then, the spider that had been lying quietly in Moody's palm began to sway as if it was drunk.

But then the spider regained its stability and started tap dancing in Moody's palm.

"See? It's completely under my control. This is the power of the Imperius Curse."

Moody's eyes were fixed on the spider in his hand, his face expressionless, and his tone sounded like he was talking in his sleep.

Everyone below the podium breathed a sigh of relief.

They felt that they had already suffered enough stimulation today, so they were very glad that the last spell did not look so cruel and bloody.

All these actions were seen by Moody's magic eyes.

He suddenly raised his head as if he had been insulted, grinned and said:

"Don't you think it's not that scary?"

The people below the podium did not dare to reply, and Moody ignored them and emphasized again:

"Please note that its behavior is now completely under my control!"

As he spoke, the spider stopped dancing and began to roll around in Moody's palm.

"That means I can make it do anything, like... this."

After saying that, the spider stopped rolling, stretched its long legs into its mouth... and started chewing.

Everyone, including Mike, gasped.

But Moody obviously didn't intend to stop, and the little spider was still eating.

When you finish one leg, switch to the next one.

Finally, all eight legs were eaten.

Without its long legs, it could no longer maintain its balance, and rolled around in Moody's palm like a maggot. But it still didn't intend to stop, and its pair of black mouth parts were desperately trying to get close to its belly, but the hard exoskeleton stuck to its neck, preventing it from succeeding.

"Many years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Imperius Curse." Moody's expression became a little sad. "Those were really terrible days. People lost the most basic trust in each other. You couldn't guarantee that the person you lived with day and night would not raise his wand at you the next moment.

The Imperius Curse can be resisted. I will teach you how later, but this requires a strong personality, which not everyone can master. Therefore, you'd better try to avoid being hit by it and stay alert at all times! "

Moody suddenly yelled, startling everyone.

Mike was twirling the pen in his hand boredly, while his eyes kept glancing at the magic clock on the wall.

The time for get out of class to end has come, but Moody doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving now.

As expected, after Moody on the stage showed everyone all three unforgivable curses, he continued:

"Okay, these three curses, the Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse are the three unforgivable curses. This is what you have to resist, and this is what I will teach you to resist. You need to be prepared, the darkness has never left. So you can never relax!

Also, regarding black magic, if you want to get in touch with it and learn it, I won't stop you. I'm not one of those old pedants, I'm very open! Although black magic can affect the mind of the user, and although black magic is defined as evil, it cannot be denied that its power is powerful and fascinating!
Sometimes when faced with evil, we must resort to more evil means!
But you need to pay attention! The reason why the three unforgivable curses are called unforgivable curses is because those who use these three spells and make mistakes are unforgivable.

If any of you dare to use any of these spells on humans, then congratulations, death and Azkaban will be your eternal destination!"

There was silence under the podium, with only the rustling sound of quills writing on parchment.

Everyone was concentrating on taking notes.

Or he would scribble on parchment and pretend he was taking notes to hide his panic.

But at this moment, Mike was looking at Moody.

Moody's eyes were still full of admiration when he looked at Mike.

Mike was unmoved.

When Moody was saying his last words, his intact eye was constantly scanning the surroundings, but the evil eye was fixed on Mike no matter how Moody turned his head.

So Mike was almost certain that his last words were directed to himself.

Is he warning himself not to abuse black magic?
Mike felt it was ridiculous.

According to the original plot, the man in front of him should be the son of Barty Crouch, the fanatical follower of Voldemort, the little mouse who used corpse reappearance in the Quidditch World Cup. But now, he is actually educating himself not to abuse the dark magic?

For the first time, Mike began to doubt Moody's identity.

(End of this chapter)