With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

“Of course, Harry is my friend too.” Levin nodded. “However, not in the final confrontation with Voldemort.”

“Then it’s settled.” Dumbledore raised his glass cheerfully.

Levin returned to the common room quite late, but instead of washing up and going to bed, he told Jaina about the fake Moody and his conversation with Dumbledore.

The next day, when he awoke from his sleep, Himer brought him Jaina's reply.

Jaina agrees to cooperate with Dumbledore and postpone the plan to capture Crouch Jr.

After all, for them, simply removing Crouch from office by 2.9 was not enough.

During this time, Jaina planned to gather evidence of the crimes committed by Crouch's faction of wizards and make ample preparations so that she could wipe out all the officials of Crouch's faction when he fell from power.

Jaina also expressed her support for participating in the entire Triwizard Tournament.

She has already contacted Ludo Bagman, who will coordinate and cooperate with Caiwen's work throughout the process.

The director of the sports department was unable to reverse the debt crisis simply by relying on the rise of the Yin Guo team.

Although the rise of the Yin Kingdom did indeed make him a lot of money,

But they lost everything in the final.

That all stemmed from Jaina and Lucius's combined bet of 2000 Galleons.

This time, Bagman owed nearly 10,000 Galleons.

It's a case of being scammed by a "pig butchering scam" when it happens to you.

However, Jaina never intended to swindle his money in the first place.

Her ultimate goal was still to control the other party.

Lucius has obediently transferred the debt to Jaina.

To avoid repaying his debts, Ludo Bagman had now completely sided with Jaina's faction.

With his help, Levin will surely bring something new and exciting to the Triwizard Tournament.

Chapter 299 Moody's Revenge

After entering fourth grade, besides the nauseating Herbalism and Magical Creatures classes,

Other courses also had their own anomalies.

The young wizards noticed that Professor Snape had been acting strangely lately.

As everyone knows, Professor Snape particularly wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But he has not been able to get this job for four consecutive years.

Snape harbored resentment towards his previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, and he wore it on his sleeve—but he seemed particularly careful not to show this hostility towards Mad-Eye Moody.

During meals or when passing by each other in the hallway, everyone could clearly sense that Snape was avoiding Moody's eyes, whether it was the demonic eye or the normal eye.

Many people believe he is afraid of Moody.

However, many people feel that Moody is nothing to be afraid of, because he was expelled from the Auror ranks by his recent graduate, Ciri.

After becoming a professor at Hogwarts, he was publicly transformed into a toad by Levin.

Finally, Ravenclaw welcomed the first lesson from this "not scary" professor.

Although everyone was laughing at Moody behind his back

But when he entered the classroom, everyone involuntarily tensed up, and the whispers that had been there disappeared instantly.

Because Moody's appearance was ultimately too bizarre and frightening, they could clearly see his claw-like wooden foot peeking out from under his robe.

"Put all these textbooks away, you won't be able to find them at all!"

Moody trudged to the podium with his cane, speaking in that grating, hoarse, and strange voice.

Levin understood why he spoke in that tone, because he also had a huge scar on his neck, clearly indicating that someone had ruined his vocal cords.

Amidst a series of giggles and rustling sounds, everyone quickly packed their textbooks into their bags and turned to look at Moody with excitement.

Because taking back the textbooks means that Moody will be teaching them something unique and different in this class, which was already proven with Lupin last year.

Moody himself remained remarkably calm.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head to clear his long, gray hair from his twisted, scarred face, and began calling out names.

His normal eye moved down the list, while his magical eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered.

When Levin's name was mentioned, Moody's deep blue eyes narrowed sharply.

Enemies meeting are bound to be extremely hostile.

“Alright,” he said after the last student had answered, “I received a letter from Professor Lupin introducing the course. It seems you have grasped quite a bit of the basics about dealing with dark magical creatures—you’ve learned how to deal with Boggarts, Red Hats, Hinkpunk, Grindelwald, Kaba, and…”

"A werewolf, right?"

The students murmured their approval.

"But you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells—not enough at all,"

Moody grinned maliciously and continued:

"Therefore, I intend to show you the magic spells cast by wizards. I have a year to teach you how to deal with dark magic—"

"Spells come in many forms, each with its own magic. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic's regulations, I should teach you various counter-spells, nothing more. Logically, since you're not yet in sixth grade, I shouldn't tell you what illegal dark magic spells look like, because you're too young to deal with that kind of thing."

He paused, his smile growing increasingly sinister.

Consider this a warning. He won't be frank, fair, or polite in his pronouncements. You must be prepared and vigilant.

The classroom was completely silent.

"So... does any of you know what a black wizard is?"

Moody looked around, and before anyone could raise their hand to answer, he called out the names aloud:

"Levin Green!"

Moody suddenly raised his voice, almost roaring, "I've heard you're Hogwarts' recognized genius. Now, please stand up and answer the question."

"The book says that it generally refers to evil wizards who study and use black magic, but I think that even if a wizard only uses the fire spell, as long as he does bad things, he can still be considered a black wizard."

Levin was not intimidated and calmly gave his answer.

"That's a good answer, but I don't need your own insights."

Moody had barely finished speaking when he suddenly roared at Levin, "I haven't told you to sit down yet, Levin Green! Keep standing!"

Levin straightened his knees again upon hearing this.

He had already sensed that Moody—or rather, Crouch—was using the professor's power to retaliate against him for turning him into a toad.

If Levin wants to remain a good student at Hogwarts, he'll have to swallow this bitter pill.

Moody stared at Levin with a sinister grin for a long while before asking his second question:

"Now, Levin Green, tell me, in the realm of dark magic, which spells are the most malevolent and subject to the most severe punishment under wizarding law?"

"These are the three unforgivable curses, namely the Soul Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Death Curse."

Levin's tone remained calm, as if he wasn't the one being targeted.

“Ah, well said!” Moody praised. “Back in the day, this spell caused the Ministry of Magic quite a bit of trouble.”

He finally let Levin go for the time being, opened the drawer of the lectern, and took out a glass bottle. Three large black spiders were crawling around inside.

Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and placed it on his outstretched palm so everyone could see. Then he pointed at it with his wand and murmured, "Out of body!"

The audience below the stage instantly stirred; the young wizards all understood the meaning of the spell.

The spider jumped off Moody's palm, suspended by a thin thread, and began to swing back and forth, as if sitting on a high swing.

It stiffly straightened its legs, then turned around and did a somersault, breaking the thin thread.

It slammed onto the table and started doing somersaults in circles. Moody flicked his wand, and it stood up on its two hind legs and started dancing a kind of tap dance—yes, a tap dance.

Everyone laughed—except for Moody.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" he asked in a gruff voice. "If I did this to you, would you like it?"

The laughter stopped almost immediately.

“Completely under my control,” Moody said softly—at which point the spider curled up and began rolling around incessantly, “I can make it jump out of the window, or drown itself, or leap into the throat of one of your classmates…”

"Years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Imperius Curse, which kept the Ministry of Magic very busy. They had to distinguish who was forced to act and who was acting of their own volition."

At this point, he suddenly roared, startling everyone.

"The Soul-Stealing Curse can be resisted. I will teach you the method, but this requires a very strong personality, and not everyone can master it. You'd better try to avoid being hit by it. Always be vigilant!"

"Next, I will demonstrate the Crucifixion Mantra for you!"

By this time, everyone knew what he was going to do.

“We need to zoom in so you can see it clearly,” Moody said, pointing his wand at the spider. “[Grow Bigger!]”

The spider swelled up. Now it was bigger than a wolf spider.

Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and said softly...

"【Heart-Piercing Wrist Bone】!"

In an instant, the spider's legs all retracted, pressing tightly against its body.

It flipped over, its body convulsing violently and swaying from side to side.

Anyone who saw this scene would know that it was enduring great pain, because after a while, it was banging its head against the bottle wall, as if trying to kill itself!

At this point, the young wizards no longer dared to look down on Moody.

Everyone's expressions turned terrified, and they didn't even dare to look at him.

After all, nobody wants to be attacked like that by this madman!

“Extreme pain,” Moody said softly. “If you know the Cruciatus Curse, you don’t need to use a thumb clamp or a knife to torture others… This curse was once very popular.”

Some of the girls in the audience who weren't very good at holding back their tears had already started sobbing.

Moody's was clearly very pleased with this response.

By this time, the poor spider had exhausted all its strength and could only lie motionless at the bottom of the bottle.