I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 246 Owen: Is this Moody real or fake?Moody: This little wizard must be fake.

The staple food on the table, lamb chops and potatoes.

Hermione gobbled it up, eating fast.

He was in a hurry, completely ignoring his own image.

He should have given up such useless things as choosing a mate! (laugh)

"You look like you haven't eaten in three days." Ron said in shock.

Looking at Hermione, he actually felt the slightest bit of fear.

"No - it's four days." Harry said equally sarcastically.

Seeing her stuffing a large handful of bean sprouts into her mouth, Ron finally couldn't help but said, "Is there no one you care about in the castle?"

"I'm in a hurry!" she said.

"What time is it?"

"I'm going to the library, I still have a lot of questions about alchemy and transfiguration."

"Huh?" said Ron in disbelief. "Hermione - it's only the first day of school! Are you crazy?"

"Besides, hasn't this year's alchemy professor arrived at Hogwarts?" Harry looked at Hermione seriously. George and Fred had told them a few days ago that their alchemy course would be postponed. One push.

Because this year's Alchemy Professor seems to have been delayed by something and will arrive at Hogwarts later.

And Dumbledore didn't interfere. He just asked the young wizards who chose alchemy to review it.

Harry and Ron both knew about it, and so did Hermione.

For these two guys who can just pass the exam.The professor did not arrive at school, which was a great blessing.Lady Luck is smiling. Yes.

As for previewing or reviewing?

Sorry, they can't spell those two words.

"I want to catch up with the others before the professor arrives at Hogwarts!"

"You want to catch up with Owen's progress!" Harry ruthlessly pierced Hermione's little heart.

Hearing the sound, Miss Granger subconsciously lowered her head again, and ate wildly.

When she swallowed the last bite of potatoes, she jumped up and said only, "See you in the afternoon."

Just run away.

"What's the matter with her? She's never paid so much attention to a subject." Ron asked Harry.

"I don't know." Harry, who was about to watch the video of the World Cup match with Wood again, suddenly lost his voice.

"Forget it - Harry, let's go to the lawn," Ron suddenly said excitedly. At this time, the life of the good buddy beside him seemed to be suspended.

He stood there blankly, with a silly smile on his face.

Ron stopped and followed Harry's line of sight with a frown.

I saw a group of girls wearing blue bow ties and an eagle badge on their chests suddenly walking in in front of the auditorium.

Ron knew the girl at the head.

It's a fifth-year Ravenclaw student, Cho Chang.

"Harry? Harry!" Ron raised his voice, shouting in Harry's ear.

But the effect was only to make him tilt his head slightly, and the idiot-like smile on his face didn't stop, "She's so beautiful!" Harry said blankly.

Only, maybe the noise Ron had just made was heard by the Ravenclaw girls.

When Harry stared blankly at him and said the phrase 'she's so beautiful', the girl just turned her head.

Immediately, Harry felt a surge of heat, and his cheeks quickly turned crimson.

Naturally, this scene also fell into Zhang Qiu's eyes. The girl was a little embarrassed and quickly avoided contact with Harry's fiery eyes.

But the restlessness that originated from the hearts of the boys and girls still made her unable to help but cast her eyes on Harry again.

Four eyes facing each other.

Qiu Zhang Wanyan smiled and successfully dealt critical damage to the Savior.

It was like a spring wave stirring up the water on the lakeside. The ripples gradually grew from one point to the next. Harry, who was sinking into the lake, was completely unaware of it. Only Ron's voice seemed to come from the horizon in his ears.

"Harry! Harry!!"

"Harry!!!"

"Ding--"

The school bell rang in the afternoon.

Owen and Hannah Justin walked towards the third floor together.

When they arrived in a hurry because Owen overslept, the classroom was already full of people.

Everyone was in high spirits, looking forward to this new professor, especially Moody's senior Auror class, except for Sirius, this enthusiasm was the first time in several years in this class.

In the classroom, the atmosphere was extremely quiet, everyone took out their textbooks and waited.

Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps coming down the corridor.

He entered the classroom, looking as odd and frightening as ever.

Everyone can just see that his claw-like wooden foot is protruding from under the robe.

"Put these things away." He said gruffly, walking to the podium with difficulty on crutches and sitting down. "You don't need these textbooks. I won't use these things in my class. Take them." Get out your wands."

The little wizards put the books in their schoolbags, and they all looked extremely excited.

According to past experience, getting out the wand means that this class will be very interesting.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted and scarred face, and began to call names.His normal eye moved down the list, and his magic eye kept turning around, staring at each student who responded.

It's like interrogating a criminal.

"Okay." When the last student finished answering, he said, "I received a letter from Professor Lupine and Sirius-Professor, introducing the situation of this class. , you've learned quite a few basics - you've learned to deal with Boggarts, Red Hoods, Hinkpunks, Grindylows, Kabbahs, and Werewolves, right?"

"Yes, professor!" Justin raised his neck proudly.

Although Owen always points fingers at him, in fact, Justin is still very good in this class, at least better than the young wizards outside the trio (Gryffindor and Hufflepuff) Better.

It's just that Owen is there, so he is a little 'sluggish' to set off.

In fact, at Hogwarts, Justin's magic ability was considered to be among the top.

It's just that one person is ahead of everyone else.

Yes—Justin always felt that way.

"Very good!" Moody nodded. "Given what happened at Christmas last year, I think you have already come into contact with the most evil group of dark wizards and black magic in the world."

Moody wasn't involved in the pre-Hogwarts battles.

He had fainted by then.

However, Sirius sent a letter detailing these messages.

At least he knew that this group of seemingly ignorant young children in front of him had already been in contact with the world's most evil wizard, Voldemort.

Some of them even fought Voldemort.

This surprised him, especially Harry and Owen.

One can actually fight Voldemort a few times, and the other can save him from those terrible monsters.

Then there was the World Cup.

He was so surprised.

He didn't understand why the little wizards of Hogwarts were so strong all these years!In his impression, among those little wizards, even in the seventh grade, few of them were fully proficient in basic defense against the dark arts.

So when Dumbledore invited him, he agreed without thinking too much.

He was going to see - to see why Hogwarts had changed so much.

"Some of you are indeed very good, even too good."

"Yes, I read the newspapers and know what you guys did during the World Cup." Moody scanned all the little wizards present, and many faces were on the newspapers, "But what I want to say is that although you He's seen a lot, but he's never really had a one-on-one fight with a dark wizard."

"Of course, it is impossible for Dumbledore to give you such an opportunity, otherwise he should retire."

"Haha." Moody's sudden joke made the atmosphere in the classroom a lot easier.

Lots of little wizards started whispering to each other, bragging to their best friends about their World Cup feats.

How can I capture Beauxbaton with my hands and step on Durmstrang with my feet.

"But - just by watching, you will never learn how to fight correctly!" Moody suddenly raised his voice.

The rough sound was like a broken drum, thick and deep, rough and full of unpleasant noises.His magic eyes suddenly turned sharply and immediately rested on Owen, "If a dark wizard suddenly releases a killing curse on you now, how should you respond! Owen!"

"Huh?" Owen was a little confused when his name was called—he was staring at Moody.

Speculate whether he is someone else pretending to be him.

So far, I have indeed not seen him take out any strange bottles and jars and take a sip of the mysterious potion inside.

But this does not mean that the Moody in front of him is 100% himself.

After all, Owen himself has seen someone who can transform without relying on potions. One is his grandfather, Grindelwald.

The other was Tonks.

"Use Transfiguration to transform any object for physical resistance. Such as walls, shields and the like. The Killing Curse can be blocked by solid obstacles."

"Very well - but most objects cannot completely block the Killing Curse, especially when unleashed by a ruthless dark wizard," Moody added.

"Then - remember the casting action of the Killing Curse. When the opponent uses it, use the Disarming Curse in advance to disarm his wand."

"Suddenly! I mean suddenly. What can you see in the dark corridor?" Moody stared at him suddenly, and an invisible sense of oppression came over his face.

"." Owen raised his head and stared into Moody's eyes.

He didn't notice the oppressive feeling, but the strong and strange potion smell on his body almost made tears flow from his eyes.

After rubbing his sore nose, Owen sneezed.

Then he stared at him silently, and said plainly: "Then——take advantage of the last moment of your life, and raise your middle finger towards the green light. Many years later, when facing the black wizard, people will think of your evil spirit. Facing that distant night.

Noble people will shed hot tears for your funny and great soul when they pass by your graveyard. "

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wonderful!
Meow!the idea.

It is all good except for belching yourself!
Moody stared at Owen speechlessly.This senior Auror, half of the dark wizards in Azkaban were ruthless people sent in by him, the corners of his mouth twitched for the first time.

Is this something a normal wizard can come up with?
It's so great. Remove those modifiers - what difference does it make to wait for death?
He stared at Owen for a long time, and after making sure that the kid wasn't playing tricks on him, but really thought that would be cool, he completely gave up his mind and shifted his magic eyes elsewhere.

"mistake!"

"The correct thing to do is to get down immediately!" Moody looked at the young wizards and immediately told them about his many years of combat experience.

"We all know that wizards also need to aim when casting spells, and most wizards choose the body as the target." He said. "Because it makes it more likely to hit the opponent."

"You should get down immediately, this is the fastest reaction you can make, and then take advantage of the gap between his spells to fight back."

Moody's words made all the little wizards present look thoughtful.

They had never heard of such detailed combat techniques.

But—does getting down really work?

No matter how you look at it, casting the Killing Curse takes an instant, so they don't have time to react.

Moody seemed to see the doubt in the little wizard's eyes, he moved his short leg back and forth in the classroom, 'Boom!Boom! 'The voice is endless.

"Yes, getting down is not 100% useful, but it is the most useful." He warned: "Don't be arrogant."

"I know that the magic level of little wizards who have come out of Hogwarts has been getting higher and higher over the years."

He was definitely talking about Percy.

Owen speculated.

He is the only one among the young wizards at the previous level who is now the assistant to the head of the Auror office.

And Moody would most likely have to reach him.

"Many new Aurors lost their lives because of their ego." He stood up with difficulty on his artificial leg, opened the drawer of the podium, and took out a glass bottle.

Three big black spiders were crawling around inside, looking scary.

"Perhaps you all know these three spells, but you've never seen them this close." Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed a spider, and held it on his outstretched palm for all to see.

"Sanchez, do you know how to cast the Unforgivable Curse?" He placed the spider on the table, his magic eyes slightly raised.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

In the next second, a green spell flew past, and behind the blinding green light, the spider in front of him died silently just now.

"Is this coming without opening your mouth?" Owen spread his hands, with a relaxed expression on his face.

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In the empty classroom, it seemed that an invisible giant was flying in the air, it was the shadow of Death.

It just came here and took the life of that poor spider.

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The pupils of Moody's eyes constricted rapidly, he never expected that Owen would directly cast a curse on Avada——

Instinctively, he quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Owen.

In just an instant, he regained his senses.

Moody stared at Owen, and a thousand layers of waves rose in his head.

He originally just wanted to frighten the most 'rampant' little wizard in Hogwarts, whether it was described in Sirius' letter or Lupine's letter.

He even had the idea that the kid might have the Imperius Curse or the Cruciatus Curse.

But the killing curse - only the most evil wizard can cast it.He would never believe that a teenager could perform it.

This has nothing to do with magic skills. In order for the killing curse to cause terrible consequences, the caster must be extremely cruel and terrifying.You must be crazy enough to want to kill the person in front of you in order to use this magic normally.

As far as the little wizards of Hogwarts and the darkness in the hearts of these children are concerned, Moody doubts whether they can make their noses bleed a little.

But now—he glanced sideways at the dead spider corpse that couldn't die anymore.

Such a huge power is definitely not something that an ordinary little wizard can display.

He had some suspicion that the child in front of him was actually a Death Eater who drank Polyjuice Potion and sneaked into Hogwarts.

"you"

Moody's magic eye frantically looked back and forth at Owen.The constantly shrinking and expanding magic eye even looked like it was about to break.

He was about to say something.

But before he could say anything, the reactions of the little wizards on the side puzzled Moody.

Because they -- they didn't respond.
Justin clutched his chest and pretended to be hit by a curse, then fell on his back on the table and joked with Ernie McMillan.

McMillan and they are roommates.

He is a pudgy student.Both have a great relationship with Hannah Justin.

Of course, there is no bad relationship with Hannah Justin in the whole Hufflepuff.

A few of them have also become loyal, honest, fair competition and hardworking after Owen's earnest teaching.

Hannah and Susan were whispering something, as if they were talking about the acromantula from the year before last.

That was much bigger than the spider Moody had brought out.

Most of the other little wizards had this indifferent expression, as if Owen had just cast a levitating spell.

Moody saw the little wizard's reaction in his eyes.

He was very puzzled.

I don't understand why the little wizard reacted so lightly.

Could it be - have times really changed?
Or - Dumbledore improved this magic?

So that it can be released without too many evil thoughts?
This idea suddenly popped up in Moody's heart, but he shook his head and rejected it in just an instant.

How is this possible, the Killing Curse has been around for hundreds of years.

Sure enough, the little wizard in front of me is a Death Eater in disguise, maybe bigger!

"You could cast the killing curse? How could you?"

"It's just a curse." Owen spread his hands and said indifferently, "I don't know how many wizards have died under this curse in the past few months."

"You're not going to put me in Azkaban just because I killed a spider!" He shook his head and looked at Moody with a half-smile.

"There are many people out there who have not been convicted of this!"

"They will have retribution." Moody said seriously. "Many wizards claimed that they were controlled by the Imperius Curse many years ago, so they followed the mysterious man. Many people still use this as an excuse."

"Oh! Then I can't." Owen's clear eyes showed confidence, "There are too many secrets in my little head. I spent some time on this. Now - no one can break me brain."

"is it?"

Moody's normal eye was full of guard.

(End of this chapter)