ATPnovel Chapter 219 The Defense Against the Dark Arts class will use black magic
Chapter 219 The Defense Against the Dark Arts class will use black magic
"Alastor Moody, former Auror. Disgruntled with the Ministry of Magic, is your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Moody wrote his name on the blackboard and introduced himself to the students.
"I'm here because Dumbledore invited me, it's as simple as that, nothing else."
Jiang Li looked at Moody on the podium, and couldn't help but sigh for him. This is the fourth consumable, and the fourth unlucky guy Dumbledore found.It seems that this year Snape's wish to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher will come to nothing again, but speaking of it, Dumbledore really likes him, and he is not willing to let him be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Defense against black magic. I always advocate more practice. But, can you tell me how many kinds of black magic there are?" Moody's prosthetic eye turned to look at the students below.
"There are three, Professor." A Ravenclaw girl answered Moody with a raised hand.
"Why is it called such a name?" Moody wrote down the words of the Unforgivable Curse forcefully on the blackboard, each of his strokes was very forceful, making a heavy knocking sound on the blackboard.
"Because they're unforgivable," answered Moody, a Hufflepuff boy, who looked very badly, uttering the words almost with hatred.
Jiang Li remembered this boy. In Dumbledore's file room, she saw that this boy's parents were killed by Death Eaters' Killing Curse. His hatred for the Unforgivable Curse is reasonable.
"Using any kind of Unforgivable Curse will send you directly to Azkaban." Moody's face had a ferocity that shouldn't be that of a teacher, and he said through gritted teeth, "The ministry said you are too young, Shouldn't have seen that spell."
"I don't think so. You must know your opponent and be fully prepared!" Moody slammed the chalk into the chalk box after writing. His voice was loud and sounded particularly irritable.
"He looks so bad-tempered, I even think he might beat us up if he talks." Hannah looked at Moody shyly, and complained to Jiang Li in a low voice.
"If you have to talk, you have to choose to talk after class, Miss Aibo!" Moody walked to Hannah's desk, and slapped Hannah's desk heavily with the palm of his hand. A few inconspicuous small cracks.
Old man, good palm strength, Shaolin Temple's Iron Sand Palm needs talents like you!
Hannah was taken aback by him, her body couldn't help but tremble, and she stammered to apologize to him: "Hold...Sorry, professor...Professor, I...I know I was wrong."
Moody snorted coldly, and didn't make things difficult for Hannah anymore. He inspected the students sitting below and asked a new question: "So, which spell shall we look at first?"
His prosthetic eyes rolled around, staring at Jiang Li who was sitting next to Hannah, and he tapped Jiang Li's tabletop with his finger bones: "Miss Jiang, tell me one."
"Let me say three, Cruciatus, Imperius Curse, and Avada Kedavra." Jiang Li stood up and said all three spells in one breath. If you say one, I will say three One, hey, just for fun.
There are many parents of students here or other elders in the family who have fought against Voldemort. Perhaps they have been tortured by Cruciatus, perhaps their minds have been controlled by the Imperius Curse, or their lives have been directly taken away by the Killing Curse. Let them say It would be too cruel to name the spells that brought them sad memories.
"Very well said!"
Moody approved Jiang Li's reply, but his tone didn't seem to be praising at all.
He excitedly walked to the podium, and the podium was full of his bottles and jars, which contained some ugly creatures that Jiang Li dared not even look at.
He opened a jar and pulled out a strangely shaped spider.
He put the spider in the palm of his hand, and used a magic spell to make it as big as the palm of his hand. Jiang Li didn't even dare to look at it. The spider was too scary for her.
"Crucio!" Moody pointed his wand at the spider and cast Cruciatus on it.
The emerald green light kept tormenting the enlarged spider, and it let out a piercing scream to vent its pain.
The faces of some students in the classroom have turned pale. Many children have never seen such a cruel scene.
Hannah's face turned pale, the piercing screams of spiders kept tormenting her eardrums, she almost couldn't sit still, her hand held Jiang Li's wrist weakly, the gentle touch on Jiang Li's wrist made her feel She feels a little better.
Jiang Li herself didn't think it was a problem, after all, she was no better than this vicious professor, she had used the Cruciatus Curse too many times.