I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 213

"The Avada Kedavra requires a lot of magical power to base it on.—you can all take out your wands, point it at me, and say the incantation, and I suspect I'll end up with a nosebleed at best." Moody looked around After looking around for a while, he fixed his eyes on Orlando, and quickly changed his words: "Of course, except for Orlando. If he uses this spell on me, I will definitely die."

The students roared with laughter, and no one felt that he was lying. After all, Orlando's strength was obvious to all and tested.

"But you are different. You are still very weak and your magic power is not strong. Using this spell on me will at most cause me a little injury, but what does it matter? I came here to teach you how to chant spells." Moody He turned his head and stopped looking at Orlando, he was afraid that he couldn't help but use the Killing Curse on him.

"Then why am I showing you this, since there is no cure? Because you have to know something, you have to be fully aware of what is the worst. You don't want to be walking down the street one day and suddenly meet you now. Right situation? So, stay alert at all times," he roared, startling the class again.

"Okay. These three spells—Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus—are called the Unforgivable Curses. Using any one of them on a human would be enough in Azkaban A lifetime in jail. That's what you're going to defend against, that's what I'm going to teach you to resist, and you need to be prepared, and you need to be on guard. But most importantly, you need to be on your guard at all times, and never let up. Take Take out the quill... and write this down..."

For the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes on the three Unforgivable Curses.The classroom was quiet, no one spoke until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

But when Moody announced that get out of class was over, as soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged like a flood that had burst.Most of the classmates talked about the spells in awe.

"Did you see the spider twitching?"

"He killed the spider in one shot - easy as that!"

"And Orlando, his Thunderbolt blocked that green light, is that the Imperius Curse? Or the Avada Kedavra Curse?" A voice suddenly asked suspiciously.

"It can't be Avada Kedavra, it will kill people." Another voice said suddenly.

"But I don't look like the Imperius Curse?"

"It's not like the Cruciatus Curse, either."

"It can't really be the Avada Kedavra?"

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and they looked at Orlando one after another, but Orlando ignored them and walked straight out.

"Orlando, is it the Avada Kedavra?" Hermione couldn't help asking when they were approaching the hall.

"No way, no teacher dares to use the Killing Curse on the students." Ron turned pale and couldn't believe it.

"Moody himself said that using the Unforgivable Curse on humans will lead to a lifetime in prison in Azkaban. He can't do it knowingly." Harry also expressed his point of view.

Before Orlando could answer, there was a strange "thump" sound behind them.Orlando turned around and saw Professor Moody limping towards him.The four of them fell silent for a moment, Hermione looked at him angrily, Harry and Ron averted their eyes in fear, only Orlando stared at him for a moment as if waiting for him to speak.

"Please forgive the subconscious excesses of a retired old Auror, Orlando. If it were you, facing endless sneak attacks and killings for too many years, you would subconsciously make the most direct counterattack like me. Fortunately, your own strength Not weak and not hurt, otherwise I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life." Fake Moody's hoarse voice rarely became deep and soft, and he was actively courting Orlando to dispel his doubts.

"Professor, so you really used the Killing Curse?" Hermione asked loudly angrily.

"Yes, I used the Killing Curse. That was my subconscious reaction, I can only say I'm sorry." Moody knew that no amount of explanations could cover up the fact that he used the Avada Kedavra Curse on his students, so he simply said admitted.

"You..." Hermione was trembling with anger. Orlando stopped her before she even said "bastard" as she never said bad words. He already felt the murderous intent emanating from the fake Moody. He didn't want Hermione to be involved. into it.

"Professor, you don't need to apologize to me. I offended you first, so it's not your fault. Besides, I have nothing to lose. You don't need to explain it to me."

Moody gave him a deep look, then turned his magic eye to Harry.

"Are you all right, Potter?"

"I'm fine, Professor," Harry replied, almost defiantly.Orlando is his best friend, but just now Moody himself admitted that he used the Killing Curse on him in class. If it wasn't because Orlando was strong enough, he would probably lose a friend.

Moody's blue eyes surveyed Harry, their pupils quivering slightly in their sockets.Orlando obviously felt the uncontrollable killing intent coming again, he adjusted his thoughts, and then said to Harry: "You must understand, maybe it seems cruel now, but you must understand. There is no need To cover up, you can only defeat it if you face it, especially Harry, if you want to learn to be strong, you have to face it.”

Orlando watched his back until he rounded the corner.

"What's going on here?" Ron asked puzzled.

"Hehe, it's just a little misunderstanding, don't take it to heart, let's go too."

"I always feel that you have something to hide from us?"

"You think too much, what can I hide from you, hurry up, there are still many things to do tonight."

Hermione lowered her head and said nothing, he deserved Moody's problem, so she was still afraid now, and she would shudder thinking about it if Orlando failed to block the Killing Curse.

"Would the Ministry have trouble with Moody and Dumbledore if they knew that Moody had used the Killing Curse on students in class?" Harry asked as they approached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Ah, I guess so," said Ron, "but that's the way Dumbledore does things, isn't he? And Moody's been in trouble for years. Always indiscriminate, doing first and then—look Look at his dumpsters. Crap."

The Fat Lady swung forward, revealing the opening.They crawled into the Gryffindor common room, which was crowded and noisy.

"Are you still going to the Divination class?" Orlando asked Hermione. He knew that Hermione had told him more than once that he would give up the class.

"Go, I have to watch you, lest you cause trouble again." Hermione gave her a white look, and then went to the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

After the divination class, Hermione sat in the lounge and petted her cat to distract herself from her worries, and Orlando took out a pack of dried fish to tease it.

"Did you forget that I still have a psychic bracelet, a magic weapon for protection? I can't be hurt by the Killing Curse or anything like it." Orlando looked around and said in a low voice.

"Then you can't risk yourself, you don't know how worried I am."

"It's my fault. Although I realize that he has a problem, I don't have any direct evidence. I can't expose my supernatural powers, can I?" Orlando spread his hands. Originally, he didn't plan to force his way. If it wasn't for Hermione asking him for help, He was too lazy to meddle in this business, but he couldn't say that.

"It's all to blame on this nasty fake Moody." Hermione thought for a while and resolutely blamed Moody.

There were gradually more people in the common room. Seeing that the small dried fish in Orlando's hand was empty, Crookshanks licked his paw, then strolled to Hermione's side, and jumped onto an empty chair lightly.

Orlando looked left and right boredly, and suddenly found Fred and George sitting in the opposite corner, head to head, holding a quill, burying their heads in studying a piece of parchment.

It was a rare thing that Fred and George should be hiding in a corner, quietly studying something.They have always liked to be lively, bluffing, and becoming the center of everyone's attention.Seeing how they were studying the parchment at the moment, it seemed a bit sneaky, so Orlando walked over quietly.

"What are you doing?" George suddenly covered the parchment with his hand and asked vigilantly.

"I'm just curious what the hell are you doing?" Orlando pointed to the parchment and asked.

"we are at."

"You can't talk about George," Fred quickly stopped, "Orlando, don't ask, we promised others to keep it secret."

"Okay, then I won't ask, you guys are busy." Since he couldn't say it, Orlando didn't force it, he was just curious, and since he couldn't satisfy his curiosity, then forget it.

(End of this chapter)