There was silence under the podium.

Everyone was stunned by Moody's speech.

What he said was actually correct. For a long time, these young people who had not experienced the Voldemort period did not have a correct understanding of the dark wizard.

Although every elder around them is constantly instilling in them the concept of how terrible dark wizards are, how cruel Death Eaters are, and how vicious the three unforgivable curses are.

But until you experience it for yourself, no matter how many times you hear these words, there is no real feeling.

"Before teaching you how to deal with the most ferocious dark wizard, you must know what kind of existence the dark wizard is." Moody's smile gradually faded, but his expression became more ferocious, "I will not be like that.

Others use words or words to describe it to you, but it turns out that such behavior is completely useless. So I decided to let you see with your own eyes the most representative curses in black magic, the three unforgivable curses!"

Perhaps because they had already received the news from Gryffindor and were mentally prepared, the students in the audience did not react much after Moody announced the incident, except for a few timid students.

His body began to tremble slightly.

Moody's wand moved slightly, and three beakers flew out of the box, and finally fell upside down on the lectern.

There is a live spider in each beaker. They seem very energetic at the moment and are frantically pulling at the smooth and transparent wall of the cup.

After doing all this, Moody's flexible magic eye wandered around, and finally his gaze rested on Mike.

"Mike Townley!"

Moody called out Mike's full name in a very strong voice, but Mike did not stand up immediately like the students who were called by the professor in the past. He just raised his hand to indicate that he heard.

Moody didn't care either. His magic eye kept glancing back and forth at Mike and said at the same time:

"I heard that you used the Fire Curse to burn several thugs to death on the night of the Quidditch World Cup! Since you have mastered advanced black magic like the Fire Curse, I believe you have also learned the three Unforgiven Curses.

Alright?"

Although Moody's words were questions, his tone had an air of certainty.

Anyone could already hear the hostility in Moody's words, but Mike smiled as if he didn't hear it and asked:

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. Learning black magic or even the Unforgivable Curse is actually no big deal. The key to the problem is whether the person you are pointing at with the wand is a sinful person!" Moody said, "I admire you very much, Mike! Yours

What you did is very much to my liking! But you are still a bit off. If I had been there at that time, I would not have let them die so easily. I would have tortured them with my heart-breaking bones and made them regret being born in this world.

!”

Moody's expression became more and more ferocious, which made no one among the young wizards in the audience speak out and say nonsense that using the Cruciatus Curse on someone would result in being imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Oh! By the way! Many of you probably don't know what the Cruciatus Curse is, right?" Moody's ferocious face quickly changed into a kind smile like a face change in a Sichuan opera, and he turned back to the podium.

Said, "The Cruciatus Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses. Its function is very simple, that is, torture! Let me give you the simplest example. The little fat man named Neville Longbottom in Gryffindor, his parents

He was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and turned into a fool! Okay, now let me demonstrate it for you personally!"

After speaking, Moody licked his lips and eagerly took one of the three beakers away.

"In order to let you see it more carefully, I will enlarge it! It will get bigger quickly!"

With an expansion spell, the spider on the podium quickly expanded and soon became as big as a puppy.

It struggled desperately, but being controlled by the floating spell in mid-air, it had nowhere to draw strength.

"Watch out, little guys! The show is about to begin!" Moody laughed ferociously, pointing his wand at the giant spider in mid-air, "Heart-breaking!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spider's eight legs, which were originally pulling around in search of a point of strength, all retracted and clung to the body. It turned over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently and swayed from side to side.

It didn't make any sound, but if it had vocal organs, it would definitely be screaming at the top of its lungs at this moment.

"Excruciating pain!" Moody's wand was still pointing at the spider, and even came closer as he spoke. Suddenly, the spider's twitching became more violent.

"If you know the Cruciatus Curse, you don't need to worry about torturing others. All you need is a flick of the wand, tsk tsk."

There was silence under the podium. Although spiders could not speak and did not have as many expressions as humans, everyone still felt how cruel the torture the spider was experiencing at this moment was.

Some timid girls even started crying.

"Shrink quickly."

The sound of the incantation sounded again, and Moody finally stopped torturing the spider, reduced it to a smaller size and put it back into the beaker.

It's just that the spider, which was originally full of energy, stopped moving after experiencing less than a minute of torture. It lay motionless on the ground of the beaker, looking as if it was dead.

"Okay, let's speed up the learning process." Moody clapped his hands and gave out crisp applause to attract the students' attention. "I just showed you the Cruciatus Curse, but in fact the Cruciatus Curse is three

The most 'kind' of the Great Unforgivable Curses, at least it won't kill you all at once. And what I'm going to show you next is the one you're most familiar with, the famous Harry

Potter once narrowly escaped death under this curse. Oh! You have already guessed it, right? That’s right! It’s the Death Curse!”

Moody was talking to himself on the podium like a madman. No one agreed with him just now, but he was still very excited and opened the second beaker.

This time's casting was obviously more difficult than the last Cruciatus Curse, because Moody seemed to be brewing emotions. He pointed the wand at the spider with his eyes closed and did not recite the spell for a long time.

Just when everyone was surprised by Moody's behavior, Moody's eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time, he yelled:

"Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling green light pierced people's eyes, and at the same time, a strong sense of uneasiness swept over them.

When everyone opened their eyes again, the spider had turned over and was lying on its back on the table. There were no wounds on its body, but everyone present knew clearly that it was dead.

Everyone stared at the dead spider in a daze, as if in a daze, until a girl couldn't help but screamed and drew their attention back.

"It's very unpleasant." Moody said calmly, "It's very unpleasant, and there is no way to break the spell... Oh, it seems to be there now. Although the success rate is not high, it is undeniable that carrying it on one's body

A large number of small creatures can indeed prevent you from escaping under the Death Curse with a certain probability."

After saying that, Moody looked at Mike, his eyes full of admiration.

Others in the classroom also cast admiring glances at Mike, but Mike did not feel uncomfortable with the attention at all. Instead, he smiled and waved to everyone as a greeting.

"Finally, let me show you the most terrifying and vicious curse among the three unforgivable curses, the Soul-Impering Curse."

Hearing this, everyone's hearts were lifted again.

In their eyes, the Cruciatus Curse and the Death Curse are already quite vicious curses, and they can't imagine what a curse even more vicious than the above two curses looks like.

Moody ignored the frightened looks of the little wizards.

He took the last victim out of the beaker and placed it in his hand.

His movements were so gentle and his expression was so focused that it made people misunderstand whether the ferocious-looking spider was his pet.

But the next moment, he raised his wand and pointed it at the spider in his palm.

"The soul leaves the body."

Unlike the previous two times, Moody's tone of chanting the incantation this time was also very gentle.

But as he recited the spell, a small ball of spore powder appeared, but it was more illusory and difficult to see. An almost completely transparent mist sprayed out from the tip of his staff, directly covering the spider inside.

Immediately, the spider that was still lying quietly in Moody's palm began to sway as if it was drunk.

But then, Spider's figure returned to stability, and he started a tap dance in Moody's palm.

"You see, it's completely under my control. This is the power of the Imperius Curse."

Moody's eyes were fixed on the spider in his hand, his face was expressionless, and his tone sounded like he was talking in his sleep.

Everyone under the podium breathed a sigh of relief.

They felt that they had received enough stimulation today, so they were very glad that the last spell did not look so cruel and bloody.

These actions were all seen by Moody's magic eye.

He suddenly raised his head as if he had been insulted, and said with a ferocious smile:

"Don't you think it's not that scary?"

Everyone under the podium did not dare to reply, and Moody ignored him and emphasized again:

"Please note that its current behavior is completely under my control!"

As he spoke, the spider stopped dancing and began to roll around in Moody's palm.

"That is to say, I can make it do anything, such as... like this."

After saying that, the spider stopped rolling and stretched its long legs into its mouth... and began to chew.

Everyone, including Mike, took a deep breath.

But Moody obviously didn't intend to stop just like that, and the little spider was still eating.

When one leg is finished eating, replace it with the next one.

Finally, all eight legs were eaten.

Having lost its long legs, it could no longer maintain its balance, rolling like a maggot in Moody's palm. But it still wasn't ready to stop, and the pair of black mouthparts were desperately trying to reach its belly.

But the hard exoskeleton stuck its neck, making it impossible for it to succeed.

"Years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Imperius Curse." Moody's expression became a little sad. "It was a really bad time. The most basic trust between people was lost. You could not guarantee that you would be with us.

Will the person you spend time with day and night raise a magic wand at you the next moment?

The soul-stealing curse can be resisted, and I will teach you how to do it in the future, but it requires strong personality and not everyone can master it. Therefore, you'd better avoid being hit by it and stay vigilant at all times.

!”

Moody suddenly yelled, startling everyone.

Mike turned the pen in his hand boredly, while his eyes kept looking at the magic clock on the wall.

It's time for get out of class to end, but Moody doesn't seem to have any intention of ending get out of class now.

Sure enough, after showing everyone all three unforgivable curses, Moody on the stage continued:

"Okay, these three curses, the Death Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Soul-Tampering Curse are the three unforgivable curses. This is what you have to resist, and it is also what I want to teach you to resist. You need to be prepared,

The darkness actually never leaves. So you can never relax!

Also, regarding black magic, if you want to contact and learn, I will not stop you. I am not one of those old pedants, I am very open-minded! Although black magic can affect the user's mind, although black magic can affect the user's mind, I will not stop you.

Defined as evil, there is no denying that their power is so powerful that it is fascinating!

Sometimes when facing evil, we must use more evil means!

But what you need to pay attention to is! The reason why the three unforgivable curses are called unforgivable curses is precisely because those who make mistakes by using these three curses are unforgivable.

If any of you dare to use any of these spells on humans, then congratulations, death and Azkaban will be your eternal destination!"

There was silence under the podium, except for the rustling of quills writing on parchment.

Everyone is taking notes attentively.

Or maybe he was drawing random lines on the parchment and pretending to be taking notes to hide his panic.

But at this moment, Mike was looking at Moody.

Moody looked at Mike with eyes still full of admiration.

Mike, on the other hand, remained unmoved.

When Moody was speaking his last words just now, although the intact eye was constantly scanning the surroundings, the magic eye, no matter how Moody turned his head, was tightly locked on Mike.

.

So Mike was almost certain that his last words were spoken to himself.

Is he warning himself not to abuse dark magic?

Mike felt very ridiculous.

According to the original plot, the man in front of me should be the son of Barty Crouch, the fanatical follower of Voldemort, the little mouse who used the bones to recreate the Quidditch World Cup, but now, he is actually educating

Don't abuse black magic yourself?
Chapter completed!