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Chapter 242 New Professor (3)

"You're Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you?" said Moody. "Your father got me out of a very sticky situation the other day... Yes, I'll only teach for a year. Do Dumbledore a favour... just one year, and then I can resume my peaceful retirement."

He laughed hoarsely, then clapped his rough hands.

"Okay - let's get back to the point. Spells come in many forms, and their magical powers vary. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic's regulations, I should teach you various counter-spells, that's all.

Logically speaking, since you are not in sixth grade, I shouldn't tell you what illegal black magic spells look like, because you are still young and cannot deal with this set of things.

But Professor Dumbledore greatly praised your courage. He thinks you can deal with it, and in my opinion, the sooner you understand what you have to deal with, the better.

How can you protect yourself from something you've never seen before? If a wizard wants to cast an illegal spell on you, he won't tell you what he's planning to do.

He will not hex you frankly, fairly, or politely; you must be ready and on your guard—and you had better put that thing away while I am talking, Miss Brown."

Moody's voice suddenly rose a pitch, sounding even hoarser, and everyone looked over, including Lamia.

Lavender was startled and her face flushed. Just now, she showed Parvati the celestial fortune-telling chart she had drawn under the table.

Apparently, Moody's magical eye can penetrate not only the back of his own head, but also solid wood.

Lamia suddenly felt worried, wondering if she had been discovered by Moody that night, or if this was a trap set for her.

Lamia didn't dare to think any further. She looked at Moody. His eyes were still moving around without any pattern at all.

"So... do any of you know which spells carry the harshest penalties under wizarding law?"

Moody poured a mouthful of unknown liquid into his mouth and then asked.

Several hands went up tremblingly, among them Ron's and Hermione's, and Moody pointed at Ron, but kept his magical eye on Lavender.

"Well, I think," said Ron uncertainly, "maybe it's the one my dad told me about once? It's called the Imperius Curse?"

"Very good, indeed," said Moody, stamping his wooden foot. "Then you must know how powerful it is. After all, it has caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic."

Ron sat down excitedly. This was one of the few times he received praise from the professor. Lamia felt that he had never been so serious.

On the podium, Moody stood up with difficulty using his artificial legs, opened the drawer of the podium, and took out a glass bottle. Three big black spiders were crawling inside. Ron shrank slightly - he hated spiders the most.

Moody reached into the bottle and snatched the spider into his hand, laying it flat on its back for all to see. Then he touched the tip of his wand to the spider's body and muttered, "Out of body!"

The spider instantly jumped up from Moody's palm, and a thin thread seemed to be hanging above its body, swinging back and forth continuously with Moody's movements.

The next second, it stretched out its legs stiffly, then turned around and somersaulted. The thin thread was broken, and it fell hard on the table, but began to somersault in circles again.

Moody flicked his wand, and it stood up on its hind legs again and did an indescribable dance. In short, it was very abnormal, but no one noticed.

Everyone laughed - only Lamia didn't laugh. She thought this was terrible, even more terrible than her hypnosis. She couldn't guarantee success, but this black magic was 100% successful.

Moody glanced at the whole class, finally landing on Lamia, who didn't smile, and his gaze was a little ambiguous.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" he asked gruffly. "What if I cast a spell on you? Would you like it?"

The laughter died down almost immediately.

"Only at my command," Moody whispered, as the spider curled up and began to roll around. "I can make it jump from here, or into a glass of water, or a boiling cauldron, or into the bed of one of your poor souls."

Ron's trembling worsened.

As he described the story, the students felt goosebumps all over their bodies, and some of the timid ones even buried their heads in the tables.

Ron shuddered involuntarily.

"Years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Imperius Curse," said Moody.

As for those days, almost everyone knows them.

"It's really keeping the Ministry busy, trying to sort out who is being forced and who is acting of their own accord."

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted. I will teach you how, but it requires a strong strength of character, which is not something everyone can master. You'd better try to avoid being hit by it. Stay alert at all times!" He suddenly roared, scaring everyone.

Moody picked up the tumbling spider and tossed it back into the jar.

"Does anyone else know any spells? Illegal spells?"

Hermione raised her hand again, and Neville did the same.

Lamia had never seen the fat boy speak in public. He seemed very shy and only spoke actively in Herbology class, which was his best subject.

Neville seemed surprised by his own bold move.

"Go ahead," Moody said, his magical eye turning and staring at Neville.

"There is a - Cruciatus Curse." Neville said in a soft but clear voice.

Moody looked at Neville very intently, this time with both eyes at once.

"Neville Longbottom?" he said, his magical eye dropping to check the roster.

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody said nothing. He turned his back to the class and took a second spider out of the glass bottle. He placed it on the podium. The spider didn't move, and looked terrified.

Moody scoffed.

"Look, I'm going to have to enlarge it a little bit so you can see it better," he said, pointing his wand at the spider. "Get bigger!"

The spider swelled up, now even bigger than a tarantula. Ron couldn't stand it anymore, and he leaned back, constantly moving his chair back as far away from Moody's podium as possible.

Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and whispered, "Crucio!"

Immediately, the spider's legs all retracted and pressed against its body. It flipped over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently and swayed from side to side.

It made no sound, but Lamia, familiar with the spell, knew that if it had any vocal organs, it would be screaming at the top of its lungs.

Moody didn't remove the wand, and the spider began to tremble and twitch even more violently -

"Stop!" Hermione screamed, her voice shrill, but Moody didn't retract his movements.

Lamia turned her head to look at Hermione, who wasn't looking at the spider, but at Neville.

Lamia followed her gaze and saw Neville's hands tightly gripping the table in front of him, his knuckles turning white, and his eyes wide open with fear.

Moody raised his wand and the spider's legs went limp, but continued to twitch.

"Shrink quickly," Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its original size, and Moody put it back into the bottle.

"Excruciating pain," Moody whispered. "If you could cast the Cruciatus Curse, you didn't need thumbsticks or knives to torture someone. It was once quite popular."

"Okay, does anyone else know any spells?"

Everyone seemed to be guessing what would happen to the last spider. Hermione raised her hand for the third time, but her hand was shaking slightly.