People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 234 The Buried Genius
Basil stood up for Neville, and Moody was hung upside down in the air.

However, this is only what other people see.

In fact, Bagir sneered and recited the spell that had just been cast in this room.

[Heart-piercing]
"Hello, Barty Crouch Jr."

Little Barty didn't think about how this boy, whom he had deliberately ignored and couldn't see clearly even with Moody's magic eyes, knew his name.

I didn't think about why a fourth-grade student could use the Cruciatus Curse so skillfully.

He didn't even think about his master's mission.

His bones were burning, and his skull seemed to be torn apart by something. His eyeballs were smashed into his brain and spun wildly. Every nerve was being bitten by ants, and his skin was peeled off and doused with chili water.
He couldn't faint, his mind was extremely clear and he felt everything clearly.

He only had one thought now. He hoped that he would faint or die.
He really did this, hitting his body against the ground, rubbing his fingers against the ground, scratching his eyeballs and crushing them.
Little Barty had never experienced such a degree of Cruciatus Curse, not even his master's.

The strings of reason were broken and then repaired, and he couldn't even escape the pain through madness like the Longbottoms.

He can also rationally control himself to torture his own body in a futile attempt to get rid of some of the pain from the Cruciatus Curse.

Thousands of years seemed to have passed.

The young man's voice sounded again, "Alas, I can't play you badly yet."

Then, the hand that was rubbed to the bone healed, the eyeball appeared in the eye socket again, and the mixture of minced meat, blood and bone residue on the ground disappeared.
Everything returned to normal, including his memory.

Everything that just happened was transformed into a dream that only Bagir, the leader, remembered, and did not become reality.

"All curses are over." Moody pointed the wand at himself and a blue light flashed.

He fell to the ground. Damn it. I had forgotten about this ignorant little brat.

He forced himself to forget his own identity and put himself in the shoes of the real Mad-Eye Moody, while at the same time finding an excuse not to punish Bagel.

For some reason, he subconsciously didn't want to offend the boy.

"Bucky," Hermione said anxiously, "he is still a professor after all."

Except for Draco and the other two, whose eyes were shining with pleasure and gloating, the rest of the people were as worried as Hermione.

But the boys were more impressed by his courage and his superb silent spells.

Then, their expressions turned to confusion.

Because 'Moody' wasn't angry, "Good boy, that's brave enough!"

He waved his wand, only cleaning up the liquid and bottles that were spilling on the ground.

He wasn't worried about Polyjuice Potion being recognized.

The cooled polyjuice liquid looked like a dark, sticky mud.

After the medicine is added to the wizard's body tissue, it will change into different colors and tastes depending on the wizard.

There is no set pattern at all.

What's more, he added sherry without affecting the efficacy of the medicine.

In the eyes of most wizards in the British wizarding world who only follow the rules when brewing potions, this thing that smells of alcohol cannot be a Polyjuice Potion at all.

He is now only thinking about how to make it go.

"Ten points for Hufflepuff!"

"Because you had the courage to help a friend at the cost of offending the professor."

"Five points deducted from Hufflepuff for attacking the professor."

"What?" Hermione doubted her ears.

Neville, who was about to beg for mercy, and everyone else in the classroom, opened their mouths into an O shape.

'Moody' chuckled, "You think I'm going to punish this brat?"

"I'm a Gryffindor too."

"Most importantly I'm still friends with Frank and Alice."

Neville's face turned red instantly, with a complicated expression showing shame, fear, and surprise.

The others looked at Neville curiously, as he seemed to have never talked about his parents.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Moody struck while the iron was hot and slapped Neville heavily on the shoulder.

"You think you're a coward, with average talent in magic and nothing else besides Herbology?"

Neville nodded subconsciously.

"Wrong!" Moody shouted angrily, "You are Neville Longbottom!"

"Your parents are both Aurors who fought on the front lines against the Death Eaters. They are powerful wizards who have survived three attacks by the Dark Lord himself!"

"You are their son!"

Neville lowered his head even lower. He had heard his grandmother say these words many times.

"His parents are so great, why haven't they ever mentioned anything about them?" Ron was a little bit unbelievable.

"Keep your head up, boy!" Moody snapped.

"Otherwise, my efforts just now would have been in vain."

"You don't think I let you observe the Cruciatus Curse up close just to scare you."

"I'm doing this to help you overcome your weaknesses."

Moody moved his artificial leg and walked to Neville's side with difficulty, making him face the audience. He shook his hand and raised it high. "There are two victims of the Unforgivable Curse in this classroom."

"Of course, I don't need to mention one of them—the famous Harry Potter, the only boy who survived the Killing Curse."

"The other one is Neville Longbottom!"

"I was also under that spell?" Neville muttered.

"Of course not," Moody put down Neville's hand and patted his back heavily, "You were hit by the Cruciatus Curse."

"You should remember the names of those four people!"

'Moody' leaned forward, his voice trembling, hiding his hidden excitement.

Neville closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, and..."

"Who else?" Moody almost roared, his body shaking, "Speak!"

The students who were whispering suddenly shut their mouths and became extremely quiet.

Neville was also startled. He clenched his fists and shouted just as loudly, "Barty Crouch Jr."

"Well said!" Moody's face flushed, "It was these four who tortured Frank and Alice crazy with the Cruciatus Curse in order to find out the whereabouts of the Dark Lord! However, they were not the only two victims that night."

"Me?" Neville's pupils contracted.

"Yes!" Moody nodded, "They didn't let you go. In fact, you suffered far more than your parents."

"But you persisted!" Moody's good eye flickered.

"But unfortunately your grandmother cast a forgetfulness spell on you in order to help (emphasis) you."

Moody sighed, "Your forgetfulness, cowardice, and insensitivity to magic all come from this." "The Oblivion Charm helped you get rid of the painful memories of the Cruciatus Curse, but it also brought you these sequelae."

"Without it, you would be a very talented wizard, not just a good one at Herbology."

"Do you regret it?"

Neville shook his head, his eyes firm, "I don't regret it. At least I had a happy childhood, and I like herbs the most."

Moody looked a little disappointed, but cheered up the next second, "You won't think so in the future."

"The Oblivion Charm cannot erase your talent. It is still there. All you need is a little confidence and a new wand."

"If I'm not mistaken, it's—"

Neville gripped his wand tightly, as if afraid someone would take it away from him, "It belonged to my father."

"Yes," Moody laughed, "It is also the biggest source of clumsiness and incoordination with magic."

"Twelve inches, rowan wood, unicorn tail hair."

“It’s not that it’s not excellent.”

"However, wands made from unicorn hair are extremely loyal and usually remain most closely tied to their first owner."

"And its owner is still alive and has not handed it over to you personally."

"So, it is still loyal to your father."

Ron nodded, "I have used Charlie's wand, which was also made of unicorn tail hair, but my performance in first and second years was mediocre. Neville, you really should change your wand."

Neville lowered his head and seemed to be mumbling something like 'my grandma' under his breath.

'Moody' hastily added, "I will write to Augusta. I cannot harm Frank's son because of my useless persistence."

Neville returned to his seat and the lesson continued.

Next, 'Moody' did not demonstrate the Killing Curse as originally planned.

Instead, it talked about its history.

"'Avada Kedavra' is an ancient Aramaic spell. It is unknown when and by whom it was created."

"In fact, it is more appropriate to call it the Killing Curse, but in order to cover up its casting conditions and its significant killing effect, there is no breaking spell, so everyone prefers to call it the Death Curse."

"It is worth mentioning that the Ministry of Magic only listed the Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse as the 'Three Unforgivable Curses' in 1717."

“So earlier on, it was actually legal.”

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

The classroom was quiet and no one spoke until the bell rang. But when Moody announced the end of get out of class, as soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged up like a flood.

Most of his classmates spoke of Bagel's feats in class with awe.

"He's so cool, that's Mad-Eye Moody, and he just dangles him upside down in the air."

Ron, on the other hand, looked gloomy and said with emotion: "Like Neville, I am a genius who is hindered by my old wand. It has been a year since I got a new wand. When will my talent wake up from its slumber?"

Both Hermione and Harry ignored him.

Hermione was still in shock, and she clung to Basil. "Fortunately, Professor Moody didn't take it too seriously. It would have been bad if you had been sent back to Castrobisher."

Harry had been frowning since the start of class.

Even when Moody invited Neville to his office for tea in front of them, he didn't care.

Ron finally noticed that something was wrong with Harry.

"Harry, why are you going upstairs? It's lunch time, you should eat. What's wrong with you?"

Harry quickly changed direction, "I always feel that what Professor Moody drank is a little bit wrong, just like... just like... Polyjuice Potion!"

Basil glanced at Harry in surprise.

Polyjuice Potion is a nearly perfect potion. After it is added to a wizard's body tissue, the taste and smell change so much that even the most skilled potion master cannot tell the difference unless observing closely.

Harry had just watched closely, and he had also drunk Polyjuice Potion once, but he had -

But it is also true that under the negative influence of Snape and Ron, Harry was able to learn E (good) in Potions in OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Levels).

Unlike Basil pondering Harry's talent for Potions and Ron recalling what Polyjuice Potion was, Hermione shook her head decisively.

She pointed out tartly that the liquid coming out of the bottle had a distinct smell of alcohol.

However, alcohol cannot be added to the polyjuice decoction. The book says that its reaction is very delicate, so if any of the materials, time, or stirring method is wrong the recipe will fail, let alone adding alcohol.

"Hermione, your thinking is too rigid." Basil sighed.

Hermione's personal characteristics when she was rigid in thinking and bookish can still be seen in the movie version.

"If you want to add wine without affecting the efficacy of the medicine, just add the wine before the African tree snake skin turns the medicine blue, and at the same time add one-fourteenth of the volume of the wine with the powder of the sacred horn."

"What is written in the potion textbooks are all common operations. Every potion master has a more personal approach and his or her favorite special herbs."

"For example, Democris Belby, the inventor of the wolfsbane potion, preferred to use a combination of swan feathers and cloves rather than beetle powder to soften mineral toxins."

"This kind of operation is very common in Castellobushe. When we learn potions, we are not just told the ingredients and the key points of the movements."

"We will also break down each step and tell students why they should do it, what the use is, and how else they can do it."

"So don't be surprised if you get butterbeer-flavored potions in Castellon."

"Is it possible?" Hermione was very surprised. "I have long known that the students of Castrobush are particularly good at brewing potions. It turns out that this is how the gap is widened."

"No wonder Libasho Pollach can write such great works as Advanced Magic Potion Making, Asian Anti-Poison Encyclopedia, and Have Yourself a Carnival in a Bottle!"

Basil reminded, "Don't forget where Democris Belby comes from—Ravenclaw."

"It's not because their grades are not good, it's because they spend more energy on research."

“Study the field you love and pursue the principles.”

“Instead of taking the test.”

Hermione recalled the nickname 'Know-it-all'.

Every student in her grade had called her a know-it-all at least once, even Snape had mocked her like that.

From then until now, she believed that it was jealousy caused by her own excellence.

And just now, she realized for the first time that this might not have anything to do with jealousy.

It was simply a satire on her for only being a good student who tried to excel in every subject.

After getting full marks in a course, just give it a try.

"Am I really going in the wrong direction?" Hermione murmured.

Baqir held her hand and said, "Not really. You got 100 points in every subject, which is also your talent."

"Your problem is that you learn too much and don't have time to digest it and make it your own. This leads to rigid thinking."

"If you just want to graduate with excellent grades, find a good job, and be a simple magic user, then that's fine."

"But if you want to make progress in magic and delve deeper into it, you need to pursue something beyond the pages of the scroll."

(End of this chapter)