After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 243 New Professor (4)

"Go ahead," Moody said, looking at her.

For some reason, Hermione suddenly didn't want to speak. She stammered and was reluctant to say the name.

"Speak!" Moody shouted, startling Hermione.

"Avada Kedavra," she whispered.

As she finished speaking, several people turned their heads to look at her uneasily, including Ron.

"Ah, very well," said Moody—his crooked mouth twitching again into a faint smile. "Yes, this is the last and greatest curse, Avada Kedavra—a killing curse."

He put his hand into the glass bottle, and the third spider seemed to know its impending doom and crawled desperately around the bottom of the bottle, trying to avoid Moody's fingers, but he still caught it and placed it on the podium. The spider began to crawl desperately across the wooden tabletop again.

Moody raised his wand, and Lamia seemed to have seen the spider's fate.

"Avada Kedavra!" roared Moody.

There was a blinding green light, and at the same time there was a chaotic sound, as if an invisible monster was flying through the air. At the same time, the spider turned over and lay on its back on the table. There was no scar on its body, but it was undoubtedly dead.

Lamia had come into contact with this spell, and it was more terrible than she had imagined.

Several students stifled shouts; as the spider slithered toward Ron, he jerked back and nearly fell out of his seat.

Moody swept the dead spider off the table and onto the floor.

"It's not pretty," he said quietly. "It's unpleasant. And there's no breaking curse, no way to defend against it. As far as anyone knows, only one person has escaped it, and he's sitting right here in front of me."

Both of Moody's eyes, including the fake one, were fixed on Harry's, and Harry felt himself blush. He could feel the whole class turning to look at him.

Harry stared at the empty blackboard, seemingly fascinated by it, though in reality he saw nothing...

It turns out that this is how Harry's parents died in real life, exactly like the spider. They also had no traces or trauma.

They also saw a flash of green light, heard the hurried footsteps of death, and then life disappeared from their bodies.

Lamia sighed. She didn't know what happened to the Potters she had saved. At least they were alive.

Lamia looked at Harry, who was silent, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Three years had passed, ever since Harry had learned that his parents had been murdered, ever since he had found out what had happened that night: Wormtail had tipped off Voldemort about his parents' whereabouts, and Voldemort had found them in their cabin.

Yes, ever since Harry understood all this, he had imagined the death of his parents more than once, how Voldemort killed his father first, how James Potter fought desperately against him, and how he called on his wife to take Harry away.

How Voldemort approached Lily Potter and told her to step aside because he was going to kill Harry, and how she begged Voldemort to kill her and not touch her son, because she had protected her son until her death, and so Voldemort killed her too and then pointed his wand at Harry.

Moody was speaking again, but his voice seemed to Harry to be coming from a great distance away, and it took a great effort for him to bring his attention back to the present reality and listen to what Moody was saying.

Lamia gestured for Ron to pour the water in the bottle to Harry. He looked really unwell, his mouth was so dry that it was about to crack.

"The Avada Kedavra curse requires a strong magical foundation. You can all take out your wands, point them at me, and chant this spell. I doubt the most I'll get is a nosebleed. But that doesn't matter. I'm here to teach you how to chant the spell."

"So, if there's no antidote, why am I showing you this? Because you have to understand. You have to be fully aware of what the worst could be. You don't want to find yourself in the situation you're facing now. Stay alert!" he roared, startling the class again.

"Well... these three curses - Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus - are known as the Unforgivable Curses, and using any one of them on a human being is enough to land you in Azkaban for life.

This is what you have to defend against, and this is what I will teach you to defend against. You need to be prepared, but most importantly, you need to remain vigilant at all times and never let your guard down. Take out your quill and write this down..."

Lamia also wrote these down in her notebook. Although there was no way to crack it, she might be able to figure out how Tom cast the spell next time.

During the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three unforgivable curses.

The classroom was silent until the bell rang—but once Moody had dismissed the class, and the students had left, discussions erupted like a flood. Most of the students spoke in awe of the spells—"Did you see the spider twitch?"—"—he killed it with one blow—that's it!"

Lamia was tidying up her desk. Hermione looked dazed, as if she hadn't recovered from the spider's death for the entire class. Neville was the same as her.

Neville stood alone in the middle of the table, staring at the back of the person opposite him, his eyes still wide open and his face full of horror, the same expression he had when Moody demonstrated the Cruciatus Curse.

"Neville?" Lamia said softly.

Neville turned around.

"Oh, hello," he said, his voice much louder than usual. "This class is really interesting, isn't it? I wonder what's for dinner. I—I'm starving. How about you?"

"Neville, are you okay?" Hermione asked with an equally pale face. The death of the spider cast a huge shadow on her.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," Neville said quickly in that abnormally high voice. "What an interesting dinner - oh, this class I mean - what's for dinner?"

"Neville, what are you—?"

Just then, they heard a strange thumping sound behind them. They turned around and saw Professor Moody limping towards them from the podium.

They were all four of them silent for a moment, staring at him in a sort of fear; but when he spoke his voice, though gruff, was deeper and softer than any they had heard before.

"It's all right, son," he said to Neville, "would you mind coming into my office? Come on...we can have a cup of tea together..."