Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 265, Section 263: The Shame of the Discipline Group

Professor Moody's explanation was somewhat far-fetched, but it was plausible considering his own circumstances. His broken leg was supposedly lost because he was betrayed by his fellow Auror.

Staying vigilant at all times became his motto.

He only eats what he prepares himself, even water. He carries a rose-colored water bottle with him and takes a sip every now and then.

Everyone thought he was an oddball, but they had to admit that his magical skills were really high and that they could learn a lot from him.

While Harry was having breakfast that day, an owl descended from the sky, bringing him a letter.

Harry tore the letter to shreds without expression and continued eating his breakfast.

Those practiced movements clearly indicated that this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

"Is he still sending you letters, Harry?" Neville asked, swallowing the egg in his hand.

Who he is here is self-evident.

Harry nodded expressionlessly and took a sip of milk.

Ever since Dali told them that drinking more milk could help them grow taller and stronger, all members of the discipline group have been drinking a large glass of fresh milk for breakfast.

It has to be said that it is really useful; just look at the size of Harry and Neville.

Professor Moody changed his teaching strategy after learning that fourth graders could master anti-spells proficiently.

For example, in today's class, he announced that he would take turns reciting the Imperius Spell to each student to demonstrate the spell's power and see if they could resist its influence.

According to his explanation, frequent exposure to black magic is the only way to effectively resist it.

Only by continuously learning and growing until you master the skills during an attack can you effectively protect yourself.

What he said made some sense, and everyone agreed with this statement.

One by one, the young wizards came to Moody and took turns reciting the Imperius Curse for him.

Under the influence of the spell, the young wizards did one after another the most unusual things.

Some of them hopped and skipped around the classroom three times.

Some imitate hamsters, constantly stuffing nuts and other things into their mouths until they can't hold any more.

Some, like Gore and Crabbe, even performed a series of incredibly flexible dance gymnastics routines that they could never do under normal circumstances.

The funniest one was Simo, who disguised himself as a mushroom and squatted motionless in the corner.

Almost no one could resist this spell; they all returned to normal only after Moody dispelled it.

What's the use of learning so fast?

Even when faced with truly powerful magic, their own shortcomings will still be exposed.

Moody's is very satisfied with the current situation.

"Dursley, it's your turn."

Moody's magic eye darted around, scrutinizing Dudley, a wizard who showed no signs of taking any protective measures, yet whose magic eye could not see through him.

Even now, observing so closely, we still can't see through anything.

"This spell doesn't work on me."

"Dali said calmly."

"Are you saying you're not under the influence of the Imperius Curse? Every wizard thinks that way; they insist they're the special one, but that's not true."

Moody scoffed at Dudley's claim.

Dudley stood before Moody, watching him raise his wand, point it at him, and utter the spell: "Out of body!"

A strange feeling welled up in his heart, as if a force was pulling Dali, drawing him over the houses and into the clouds.

Then Dudley stood still.

This pulling force gradually increased, accompanied by a particularly relaxed and carefree feeling, attempting to empty Dudley's mind.

However, Dudley remained standing still.

Seeing that Dudley remained unaffected, Moody intensified his efforts, no longer caring whether the target was a young wizard or not; this time, he was casting the spell with all his might.

Unfortunately, no matter how much they tried to pull him, Dali remained standing still.

He stared at Moody with a blank expression.

It's as if it's saying, "See? It was no use talking to me."

"Very good, that's more like it."

After a period of stalemate, Moody finally put down his wand.

Yes, he gave up.

"Look, everyone, Dursley resisted the Imperius Curse. He did it."

"Remember this feeling, maintain this feeling, only then will those enemies be unable to control you."

As expected of Mr. Dursley, he was completely unaffected by the Imperius Curse.

A powerful dark wizard is truly different.

The other young wizards who knew the power of this spell looked at Dudley with admiration, and unknowingly gained a small boost in reputation.

Moody tried several more times with Dudley, but all of them failed.

Are you kidding me? Dudley dared to use his pectoral muscles to withstand the spells of more than ten wizards, so why would he be afraid of your Imperius Curse?

Dudley passed through and arrived in Harry.

Moody cast the Imperius Curse on Harry in the same manner.

Although Harry wasn't completely unaffected by the Imperius Curse like Dudley, his resistance to its commands was still evident.

Moody asked him to jump, but he simply lifted his leg without making any further movement.

Moody was delighted by this, as this was already the second young wizard to possess the power to resist the Imperius Curse.

What made him even happier was yet to come.

Next up was Granger, who did even better than Harry. Moody told her to spin around, but she just moved her shoulders and didn't do anything else.

This is the third underage wizard to resist the Imperius Curse through sheer willpower.

The three's performance broadened the horizons of the young wizards.

"Longbottom, it's your turn."

The same thing happened again. Neville performed worse than Harry and Hermione, but he still managed to resist the actions Moody made him do.

"Truly worthy of being called the Discipline Group."

Fifth place.

"Malfoy".

A glint of light flashed in Moody's eyes as he looked at Draco standing in front of him.

"The soul leaves the body!"

"You are a weasel."

Draco:

"I don't consider myself that kind of creature. If I had to choose, I would choose a dragon."

To Moody's surprise, Draco also resisted the Imperius Curse.

Lucius's son. He's got something.

"Make way, make way!"

Before Draco could even leave, Ron, who was behind him in line, eagerly stepped forward.

"It's time to show our true skills."

With that thought in mind, Ron stood in front of Moody, waiting for him to cast a spell on him.

Moody knew that Ron was also part of the group. The performance of the previous members had already shown him that they possessed the will to resist the Imperius Curse, and he figured that the Weasley's youngest son was the same.

He casually cast a spell on Ron.

"You are a duck."

Ron was stunned, his eyes gradually losing focus. He put his hands on his hips and half-squatted on the ground, taking small steps and turning around in place.

"Gagaga ah pui"

Draco:

Little Wizard:

Even Neville and Harry couldn't help but cover their eyes.

Who gave you permission to relax while someone was casting a spell?!

How confident are you in yourself if you don't concentrate on resisting the Imperius Curse?

What a disgrace to the discipline team!

(End of this chapter)