Chapter 108 Moodys Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
Mad-Eye Moody has been working as an Auror for decades, and he has long developed a kind of calmness and self-reliance that can only be understood. Coupled with his already fierce and grim look, he has become more ferocious now, scaring many students.
They were all trembling.
Moody's tone softened slightly and said:
"I wrote to Albus about my thoughts and wanted him to hire a better 'dance' teacher for you, instead of an Auror like me who only knows how to teach killing skills."
"But Albus wrote me back again, wanting me to teach you according to Auror standards, so that you can see what the real danger is and understand what dark magic looks like."
"He believes this is necessary because the wizarding world is becoming increasingly dangerous and new wars may break out again."
The students were startled when Moody suddenly mentioned war. After all, the word was too far away.
"Isn't the magic world very safe now?" Hannah hesitated and whispered: "Where is the war?"
"It's safe." Moody waved his wand, and a picture of the wizard was projected on the blackboard. The man looked sinister and bald.
Everyone recognized...Peter Pettigrew.
The photo changed again, and a huge skull composed of countless turquoise light spots appeared, blooming in the sky above the Quidditch World Cup.
The photo quickly turned into a chaotic stadium again:
A harpy was nailed to the wall, and Rolf stood in front of her covered in blood, surrounded by wizards with horrified faces.
This is the headline photo of the "Daily Prophet". The students have seen it before during the summer vacation. They will see it again. They all looked at Rove with fear.
"Mr. Scamander, I was not at the Quidditch World Cup that night, but I heard about what you did." Moody turned to stare at Rolf and said:
"Even if I were there, I couldn't do better than you. I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the Aurors."
Luofu nodded and responded politely.
Moody stared at the crowd again. "The Death Eater Peter Pettigrew who escaped from prison last year, the Quidditch World Cup a few weeks ago, the Dark Mark reappeared... Now, who of you still thinks the wizarding world is safe?"
Hannah suddenly stopped talking.
Moody said solemnly: "So, Dumbledore and I both believe that we must tell you what black magic looks like. The sooner you understand what you have to deal with, the better.
If you have never seen something, how can you protect yourself from it?"
Moody paced around the classroom, his prosthetic limbs making a thumping sound.
"A wizard will recite an illegal spell to you. He will not tell you his plan. He will not recite the spell to you in a frank, fair and polite manner... You must be prepared and be vigilant!"
Moody suddenly roared loudly, startling everyone.
"So...does anyone know what kind of magic this is?" Moody waved his wand again, and a picture was projected on the blackboard again:
The surging black flame, like a bouquet, bloomed in the night sky. It soon formed into a dragon-like monster, hovering in the sky, and finally spread its wings and crashed towards the ground.
Rolf just glanced at him and raised his hand. Moody pointed at him and said: "Mr. Scamander."
"This is the Fire Spell." Rolf said, "It is an advanced form of black magic. It will produce a huge and blazing magical flame, which will continuously destroy anything in its burning path regardless of friend or foe."
"Ah, yes," Moody said appreciatively, "you must have recognized where this is."
"Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, France." Rove looked at the photo and said softly:
"Seventy years ago, Grindelwald led a group of wizards to give a speech here. He used the Fire Curse and almost destroyed the entire Paris."
The students all gasped in fright.
In their worldview, wizards fight with magic at the level of "Expelliarmus", "Incisor Matching Stick" and "Iron Armor Curse".
They never thought that there was a wizard who could destroy a city with a single spell... Is this still human? He is like a god!
"Then what?" Justin asked impatiently: "Is Paris finally destroyed?"
"If it was destroyed, how could it still exist now?" Moody said softly,
"At that time, with the efforts of Nicoléme, Newt Scamander and dozens of Aurors, the Fire Curse was stopped and Paris was saved."
There was a dead silence in the classroom, and then everyone started chatting excitedly, like a swarm of bees buzzing.
Many people have never heard of Grindelwald, but why does this wizard sound so much more powerful than the mysterious man?
Moody waved his wand again, and another picture appeared on the blackboard:
A male wizard fell to the ground, with pain written all over his face. His whole body was convulsing, and his nails dug blood marks on his skin. It looked very scary.
Neville, who usually only took the initiative to speak in herbal medicine classes, raised his hand tremblingly. Moody's magical eye turned and stared at him, saying:
"Go on, Mr. Longbottom."
"This is the Cruciatus Curse." Neville said softly but clearly.
"Yes." Moody looked at Neville very intently, and sighed softly in a sad tone:
"Child, your father is Frank Longbottom and your mother is Alice Longbottom, right?"
Neville nodded.
"Son, your parents and I were colleagues and fought side by side. They were very brave, as brave and proud as lions. I admire them very much," Moody said.
After a moment of awkward silence, Neville reluctantly said, "Thank you."
Hannah once heard Neville mention something about his parents. She quietly grabbed his finger and pulled it comfortingly.
Moody's magic eye looked through the table and saw this scene, but without saying anything, he waved his wand again.
This time the photo was even more horrifying. A dazzling green light lit up, making people unable to open their eyes.
Luofu narrowed his eyes and stared at the Avada Kedavra, but he couldn't help but feel frightened.
Because the Avada Kedavra changed direction several times, connecting the seven wizards, intertwined like a web, and connected to each other. In the end, seven people fell to the ground and died at the same time.
"This is the Avada Kedavra." Moody looked at the uneasy students, his crooked mouth twitching, showing a hint of confusion.
"The mysterious man cast a killing curse and killed seven wizards instantly. We still don't know how he did it.
When we arrived at the scene, there were only seven bodies and this camera left there."
Everyone looked at her with fear, and the witch couldn't help shouting, her voice high-pitched and frightened.
"For you, these magics...even if you know the spells, you can't cast them.
In this case, why should I show this to you?" Moody looked at the crowd and said:
"Because you must understand something and know how scary they are, so that you can be alert when you encounter them in the future!"
Moody shouted: "After a while, I will take you to the Forbidden Forest to fight and kill some truly dangerous magical creatures!"
"I know many of you have never seen blood, and are even afraid of seeing blood."
"But I don't want you to see blood for the first time on the battlefield. Remember...you can save people only if you can kill them!"