Chapter 545 (1/2)
Because of the word of mouth in senior grades, the fourth graders of Gryffindor were eager for Moody's first class. After lunch, they arrived early before the bell rang and lined up outside the classroom.
The only one who wasn't there was Hermione, who was just in time for class.
”I am...”
Hermione was dressed in coarse clothes, and Fanlin held her with one hand.
”The library.” Harry said for her, ”come on, or we won't have a good seat.”
They quickly sat down on the four chairs in front of the platform, took out the guide to the defense of evil forces, and waited in extra silence.
Fanlin is looking forward to what this parallel product will bring to them.
Black magic? Or the unforgivable curse?
Before long, they heard murdeet's clucking steps coming in from the corridor.
Moody limped into the classroom. He was as strange and scared as ever.
They could only see his clawed wooden feet sticking out from under the robe.
”You can take those things.” He growled, went to the podium and sat down. ”Those books, you won't use.”
Everyone obediently put these books into their schoolbags. In fact, whenever the defense against the dark arts professor said so, the class would be much more interesting.
They put the books back in their bags, and Ron looked excited.
Moody took out his registration book, pulled off the long gray mane on his twisted scarred face and began to call the roll. His normal eyes gradually scanned down the list, while his magic eyes turned and focused on every student he was supposed to be.
”All right.” When the last one should arrive and show his presence, he said, ”I got a letter from Professor Lupin and Professor Blake about the class. It seems that you have a solid foundation on how to deal with evil creatures - you have learned boggartus, red cap, kinkphonks, greendero, kepps and vilowis, right?”
Most of the students accepted his words.
”But you're behind, very backward, in dealing with incantations.” Moody said, ”so, I want you to understand how witches can do things to each other, and I have a year to teach you how to deal with black -”
”what, don't you stay?” Ron blurted.
Moody's magic eye turned to stare at Ron. Ron looked scared, but moody began to smile. Harry saw him smile for the first time. The result was that his scarred face looked distorted and deformed. However, it was always a relief to know that he would smile as a friendly gesture. Ron was much more relaxed.
”You must be Arthur Weasley's son?” Moody said, ”your dad helped me out a few days ago Yes, I only stay for one year. Thanks to Dumbledore's wrong love One year, and then go back to the old age quietly. ”
His laughter was hoarse, and his blue - veiled hand patted.
”Therefore, I will teach you the skills of anti black magic according to the instructions of the Ministry of magic. Until then, I will show you what illegal black magic spells look like. But Professor Dumbledore thinks highly of you and thinks that you can cope with them. My opinion is that the more you are, the more you are It's better to know what you're guarding against, but how do you protect yourself from things you've never seen before? The sorcerer who will curse you will not tell you his actions. He's not going to curse you friendly and polite in front of you. You've got to be on guard. You've got to be careful, Miss Brown. You've got to put that thing aside when I'm lecturing
Levindon was startled and blushed. She was just under the table showing Pratt the star chart she had just finished. Moody's magic eye could see things not only through her head, but through wood.
”So, who of you knows what the most sorcery curse is?”
Several hands were raised, including Ron's and Hermione's. moody pointed to Ron, but his magic eye was still on levindon.
”Well.” Ron said tentatively, ”my dad told one of them Is it called the soul snatching curse, or what? ”
”Oh, yes.” Moody praised him and said, ”your father should know that. The soul snatching spell has caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry for a while.”
Van Lim's brow was frowning, which was definitely not what Dumbledore meant.
Moody's, it seems, intends to use the unforgivable curse in class. Although according to the original Moody's, it's OK to do so, but it should not exist in the classroom.
No violation of the Ministry's rules.
Hogwarts is not demstrand. Hogwarts can't afford a second Voldemort
Moody's magic eye is definitely not staring at Brown. Van Lin can feel something looking at him. It seems that he has not mastered it completely.
As far as van Lin knows, Moody's magic eye is a very clever alchemy product, perfectly integrated with the human body, which is rare in the circle of alchemists, and also has a very powerful effect.Perspective, and God to take ideas.
Moody's asymmetrical feet struggled to support him, his face trembling, his tongue slightly outstretched, and he looked excited.
Moody stood up, he opened the drawer, took out a glass jar, which contained three giant spiders, Ron shrunk a little bit beside him - Ron hated spiders, which was something everyone knew, Ron had shown up in the face of Bogut.
Moody's hand reached into the jar, grabbed a spider and placed it on his palm so that all students could see it.
”Now, what do you want him to do?”
Moody asked, his tone was somewhat anticipated, and then he pointed to it with a wand and said, ”impreio!”
A fine light did not enter the spider's body, and Fanlin observed that the spider's body slightly expanded.
This spell does not change when it works on the human body.
Under the control of wand, the spider leaps from Moody's palm, starts to swing forward and back like a swing overhead. It stretches out his legs rigidly, turns back, the line breaks, the spider falls on the table, and it starts to circle like a wheel.
Moody gave a strong wave of wand, and spider stood up with his feet. No doubt, he was dancing.
Everyone laughed.
Moody's wand was waved again, and the spider was flying.
It began to fall on students' bodies, such as Ron's desk, Neville's clothes, Brown's back, to Finigan Well, feinigan took a book and beat the spider out.
We were very happy with laughter.
”So what?” Moody's wand moved gently, and the spider was all in a big shape and pasted on the window.
”Or, like that?” The spider fell on the edge of the bucket.
His limbs were shaking, as if to hold firmly on the edge of the bucket.
But under Moody's control, spiders' only survival instinct doesn't work.
We were laughing and some reluctant.
”Do you think it's funny?” He shouted, ”would you be happy if I curse you?”