A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

None of the students responded, but many nodded in agreement under his gaze.

"When it comes to defending against dark magic, I always advocate for more practice," Moody said earnestly. "But first, can any of you tell me how many kinds of Unforgivable Curses there are?"

“Sir, there are three kinds in total,” Hermione said somewhat nervously.

"Why is it called that?"

"Because they are unforgivable, using any of them would be..."

“They’ll all send you straight to Azkaban.” Moody interrupted her, then looked at Aaron meaningfully. “Professor Lupin wrote to me asking me to take special care of a certain… Slytherin, because this wizard is really quite bizarre; he used an Unforgivable Curse in his third year.”

Gulu!

Aaron felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, swallowing hard. He knew without a doubt that everyone's eyes were on him.

Damn Fuck!

Aaron cursed Lupin the bastard in his heart. He thought he had treated the werewolf professor well enough, giving him all the necessary respect, but he never expected Lupin to betray him like this.

"Mr. Gaius, do you know who this person is?"

"I don't know, but it definitely wasn't me," Aaron said righteously.

As long as I don't admit it, you can't do anything to me.

What? Lupin wrote to you?

That was blatant slander. He had no evidence, and it's common knowledge that werewolves generally have a low reputation.

"Hmph!" Moody snorted, then turned to the crowd. "The ministry says you're too young to witness such spells, but I don't think so. You must understand your opponents and be fully prepared."

Chapter 351 The Unforgivable Curse; Lupin and Snape will be very pleased.

“So let’s look at the spell first?” Moody’s lips curled into a smile, his two eyes, one big and one small, both looking at Ron. “Weasley, say one.”

Ron stood up in a panic and said cautiously, "My father did mention one, the Soul-Stealing Curse."

“Yes, your father certainly knows. This spell caused the department a lot of trouble a few years ago,” Moody said approvingly, then walked to a glass bottle and pulled a spider out of it.

"Hello, lovely little beauty."

Moody spread out his palm, first using an enlargement charm to make it larger so that every student could see it clearly, and then cast a death charm on it.

"The soul is out of body!"

Under Moody's control, the spider jumped onto the students' arms, heads, and faces, but did not hurt anyone. It seemed to be just a prank that amused many people.

"Isn't it very capable?" Moody laughed, but his face darkened the next moment. "What's the next thing to make it do? Jump out the window? Or drown?"

As the words fell, the spider jumped onto the window and then onto the bucket, but it seemed unaware of how close death was to it.

Upon seeing this, the laughter in the classroom almost instantly ceased.

This spell can control people at will; if anyone is subjected to it, they will die without even knowing how.

"Many male and female magicians claim that they obey the mysterious man because they are under a death curse, but the question is, how do we know who is lying?"

"Professor," Aaron asked, raising his arm, "is there any way to resist the Imperius Curse?"

“Yes, of course.” Moody put the spider away, then smiled and walked up to Aaron. “As long as your personality is strong enough, you can resist it.”

How about it? Want to give it a try?

Aaron frowned slightly, feeling as if Moody was deliberately targeting him.

He was quite confident in resisting the Soul-Stealing Curse because he had a group of immortal ancestors who had given him several buffs in terms of mental will and even soul.

"The soul is out of body!"

Moody suddenly swung his wand, and Aaron instinctively dodged.

But before he could turn to the side, a white shadow quickly blocked his way.

“Abe”.

Aaron looked at Abe lying on the desk, and a flame of anger ignited involuntarily in his eyes.

The Holy Dragon's magic resistance is much stronger than that of ordinary dragons. The Soul-Stealing Curse has almost no effect on it, only making it confused for a short time.

But whether it works or not is one thing; whether or not someone actually takes action is another.

Abe has been following him ever since she hatched from the egg. I never expected that she would be bullied by someone else right in front of him today. This is truly intolerable.

“Professor Moody,” Aaron said through gritted teeth, “you’ve really gone too far…”

"Aaron, don't be impulsive, please don't be impulsive!" Hermione hurriedly reminded him. She knew how important Abel was to Aaron and was afraid that he would fight the professor in a fit of anger.

Alastor Moody was an Auror, which would make him a formidable fighter among the professors; even Snape would have to avoid him.

If a fight breaks out, the chances of losing are very high, and the consequences are not something to be taken lightly.

Draco clung tightly to Aaron's arm, while Harry and Ron shook their heads at him.

Aaron took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and then smiled at Moody. "Professor, you were just trying to test the Imperius Curse on me, weren't you?"

“Yes, the best way to resist the Imperius Curse is to try it yourself,” Moody said without hesitation. “Not just you, everyone has to experience it.”

"Now...please continue."

Moody's magic eyes darted around a few times, and the arrogance on his face subsided somewhat. "Soul astral projection."

In an instant, Aaron felt that he had lost a lot of weight and felt like he was floating on air.

But the Concealing Heart Technique came into play the next moment, and the Soul-Stealing Curse was perfectly resisted.

Moody stared in astonishment, his eyes widening before he could react. He saw a flash of purple in Aaron's pupils and his hand involuntarily loosened its grip.

"Mother..."

Moody murmured in confusion, about to say something, when the sound of the wand falling pulled him back to reality.

"How...how did you do that?"

"You're only fourteen years old. Your magical power couldn't possibly be stronger than mine. Do you have experience resisting the Soul-Stealing Curse?"

"Perhaps it's because my personal strength is strong enough!" Aaron smiled contemptuously, then picked up the wand from the ground. "Professor, your wand."

Moody's lips twitched. "Professor Lupin would be very pleased to have a student like you."

"He better pray he doesn't see me, or I'll definitely slap him," Aaron said meaningfully.

Moody's: ......

"Not everyone can resist the Demention Curse. The best way is to avoid being hit by this curse and always be vigilant."

"Now, can anyone tell me about the second unforgivable curse?"

Many people raised their hands this time, but the most surprising one was Neville, who had never been so proactive before, even though his right hand was trembling slightly.

"You must be Longbottom! Stand up."

Professor Sprout told me that you have a great talent for herbalism.

Neville nodded and said, "There's also a spell called the Cruciatus Curse."

“Correct, come here.” Moody placed the spider on the podium for Neville to see up close. “Very dangerous, a torturous spell.”

He pointed his wand at the enlarged spider, "Crushing Heart Curse, Crucifixion."

The spider convulsed incessantly, emitting painful screams a hundred times more piercing than the sound of a cat's claws scratching glass.

Everyone's expression became extremely unnatural, and it was unbearable to look at. Neville, who was closest to them, had a distorted expression, his face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Close your ears and plug your ears."

Aaron chanted a spell, and a buzzing sound filled everyone's ears, replacing the spider's screams.

Moody stopped using the Crucifixion on the spider, sent Neville back to his seat, and gave Aaron a deep look. "Snape will be very pleased."

"Maybe!"

“Then… Mr. Gaius, please tell us about the final unforgivable curse.”

"The Death Curse, also known as the Killing Curse," Aaron said calmly, and the people around him seemed somewhat apprehensive the moment his words fell.

“Absolutely correct.” Moody walked up to Aaron with the spider and placed it on the desk. “I wouldn’t dare experiment on people with this spell.”

"Avada Kedavra".

A flash of green light appeared, and the spider, though unharmed, stopped breathing.

Aaron frowned slightly, then turned his face away.

This wasn't out of fear, after all, the death curse wasn't cast on him.

But the thought of a large spider dying on my desk felt incredibly unlucky.

"The Death Curse is an unbreakable spell; there is no way to resist it."

As far as people know, only one person has escaped the spell, and he's right here. Moody looked at Harry meaningfully, and everyone else in the classroom stared at him.

Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, a fact well-known in the wizarding world, but when the professor emphasized it again, it immediately felt different.

Harry recalled the green light he saw when he was attacked by the Dementors, and gained a clearer understanding of his parents' deaths.

“The Avada Kedavra curse requires a great deal of magical power as a foundation. You can all take out your wands, point them at me, and recite this spell.”

"Professor, do you want us to be locked up in Azkaban?" Aaron asked with a light laugh. Although he had created a separate thought form, his magical power far exceeded that of his peers. What if he accidentally sent Moody away?

“Uh… forget about you,” Moody said helplessly. “Others might just give me a nosebleed, but you could cripple me.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips twitched uncontrollably.

You're already half-crippled, how dare you say that?

For the remainder of the time, Moody explained the three Unforgivable Curses in detail to the students and asked them to take notes.

Although the class was a bit nerve-wracking, it was packed with valuable information, and many people felt they gained a lot from it.

After the bell rang, the students left one after another, discussing among themselves, their awe of Alastor Moody increasing dramatically.

After lunch, Aaron took Abe to the library.

In a secluded corner, he placed Abe on the table and gave it a very thorough check-up. Only after confirming that it had not suffered any aftereffects from the Soul Reaper's Curse did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Stand still, relax." Aaron looked into Abe's big, watery eyes and said seriously, "Don't do that again next time, understand?"