The days at Hogwarts

Dumbledore walked to the locked box, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then pointed his wand at the keyhole.

"[Alajo Cave Opens]"

Snape frowned slightly, feeling a little strange. There were several anti-locking spells mixed on the seven keyholes. Even if Potter came with an empty mind, he could see that these iron locks could not be opened by anti-locking spells... …Why did he just do that?

Sparks flashed across the door, a soft click sounded from the lock core, and the first lock opened.

Dumbledore looked back at him and said with a smile: "We are lucky, aren't we?"

Snape looked at him deeply and hummed noncommittally.

Open the box and inside is a pile of spell books.

Dumbledore closed the box, opened the second lock, and opened it again. Inside the box was no longer a spell book, but various broken looking glasses, some parchment, quills, and a silver invisibility cloak.

Snape watched silently as Dumbledore opened the third, fourth, fifth and sixth locks and opened the box. What appeared was different every time. Finally, he unlocked the seventh lock and lifted the lid——

A deep square pit appeared at the bottom of the box, like a basement. About three meters deep, there was a man lying half on the floor, wearing white pajamas.

The real Moody heard the voice and looked up overhead in a daze, as if he was not used to the sudden light. He stretched out his hand to cover it. The other eye was missing, leaving only a dark hole.

"Are you okay, Alastor?" Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

Moody forced an ugly smile and said relaxedly: "I'm sorry, Albus, for causing you trouble."

……

Moody manipulated the spider to hang on the palm of his hand, letting it swing around until it tore off the threads and fell on the desk. Without any pause, the spider began to turn somersaults in circles and dance...

The little wizards had joking smiles at first, but when the spider tore off two of its own limbs, the smiles on their faces froze, and an inexplicable chill arose.

"This is the Imperius Curse. The creature cast by the spell is completely under my control..." Moody said softly, shaking his wand, "I can make it jump out of the window, drown itself, or jump into one of your A classmate’s throat…”

There was silence in the classroom.

"Many years ago, many evil wizards claimed that the reason they obeyed the mysterious man was because of the influence of the Imperius Curse." Moody sneered, "But the question is, how do we know who is lying?"

"The Ministry of Magic was really busy at that time. They couldn't tell who was forced to act and who acted according to their own wishes. Many people escaped justice, including yours..."

"Okay..." Moody shook his head, struggled to stand up with his prosthetic limb, grabbed the spider that somersaulted and broke its leg, and threw it back into the glass bottle: "Does anyone know other unforgivable curses?"

Neville slowly raised his hand: "I know one, sir, the Cruciatus Curse."

Moody's magic eye turned sharply and stared at Neville intently: "Are you Longbottom?"

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody didn't ask anything else. He grabbed a spider again, placed it on his open palm, and used [Quickly Enlarge] to increase the size of the spider so that everyone could see it. .

Under the gaze of all the little wizards, Moody pointed his wand at it and murmured: "[Crushing Bones]"

Immediately, the spider's legs all retracted and clung to the body, and at the same time the body twitched violently. The spider had no vocal organs, but all the little wizards seemed to hear a weak, painful hissing in their ears.

Neville's pupils contracted violently, and the painful memories he thought he had put aside came back again. His consciousness and soul seemed to have left his body and penetrated into the trembling spider...

In the eyes of the little wizards around him, Neville was clutching the table in front of him tightly with both hands. His joints were white and his eyes were wide open, gleaming with fear and anger.

The spider began to tremble all over and twitched more violently. The jointed limbs that were tightly attached to the body seemed to want to cut the body open and then tear off all the thin legs. It wanted to tear itself into pieces, because every inch of its body was suffering unprecedented pain, piercing, crushing, burning... these were not worth mentioning in the face of this brand-new pain.

When Moody dropped the spider back into the bottle, its legs were slack but still twitching.

"Excruciating pain," Moody said softly. "If you can recite the Cruciatus Curse, you don't need to use thumb clamps or knives to torture others... This curse was also very popular at one time."

"Okay, does anyone else know the last spell?"

In the dazed memories of the little wizards, the next scene was a little blurry. Along with the sound of the spell [Avada Kedavra], a dazzling green light pierced people's eyes, and at the same time there was a burst of The chaotic sound was like an invisible giant flying through the air.

The light faded, and the third spider was lying on its back on the table. There were no spots or scars on its body, but all the little wizards knew clearly that its life had completely disappeared and it was dead.

"It's very unpleasant." Moody swept the dead spider from the table to the floor, and glanced at the little wizard with a calm and almost indifferent gaze. "It's very unpleasant, and there is no way to break the spell and there is no way to resist it. As far as I know "You know, only one person has escaped this spell, and he's sitting right in front of us."

"..."

Moody's voice was close to his ears, yet seemed to come from far away. The little wizards took an unprecedented Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and their hearts were greatly touched.

Even though Hermione knew in advance that Moody was pretending to be someone, she was still so shocked that she clenched Loren's arm tightly.

Loren bared his teeth as he recalled the Unforgivable Curse he had just seen. Moody's explanation combined with the information he had read in the past, he barely understood some of the Imperius Curse. If he practiced more, he should be able to gradually master it.

But the Cruciatus Curse is different from the Death Curse. Only with the intention of torture and deprivation of life can the full magic power be exerted.

Loren silently pulled out his arm from the little witch's hand, calculating the possibility of mastering the killing curse.

"The Death Curse requires a very powerful magical power as its foundation. You can all take out your wand, point it at me, and recite this spell. I suspect that I will only get a little nosebleed at most..."

Moody said indifferently, but saw Loren in the front row picking up the wand and pointing it at him with great interest. Moody's eyelids twitched a few times, and he subconsciously speeded up his speech: "Then, since there is no way to break the spell, why should I To show you this? Because you have to understand, you have to be fully aware of what is worst..."

"Always be vigilant!" Moody's sudden yell startled the whole class.

Chapter 447 The master of pretending to be confused

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

The classroom was quiet, no one spoke, until the bell rang. As soon as the students walked out of the classroom, all kinds of comments poured out like a flood that burst a dam.

"Did you see the way the spider twitched?"

"He killed the spider in one go, easier than drinking water!"

"..."

The stained glass windows on the corridor wall shed various soft lights. Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron went down the spiral staircase while discussing the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson of the fourth year that had just ended.

"This new professor is great!" Ron said excitedly. "Although he is always crazy and very scary to be in the same room with him, he has really been through those things. You know, he has faced evil. "

Harry's expression was a little stiff, and the way they talked about this lesson sounded like he was watching a wonderful comic show, and he didn't find it very interesting - especially the Kedavre.

"There's a reason why these spells are called Unforgivable Curses!" Hermione looked indignant, with her fur blowing up like a little lion. "They actually demonstrated it in the classroom. It's just... did you see Neville's expression?"

"Shh..." Loren pressed his finger on Hermione's lips and motioned them to look into the corridor ahead, "Neville is right there."

Neville stood alone in the middle of the corridor, staring at the pattern on the stained glass window with a dazed expression. It was a witch holding a skull staff and wearing silk, with a compassionate face, as if she was about to shed tears at any time.

"Neville?" Hermione called softly.

Before Neville could answer, there was suddenly a strange thumping sound of footsteps behind them, and Moody was limping towards them.

"Are you okay, kid?" His voice was still rough, but much lower and softer than in class, "Come, come to my office, we can have a cup of tea together... Come on, Longbottom, I'm here There are a few books you might be interested in.”

Neville was a little panicked, but he couldn't say no, so he had to let Moody put a rough hand on his shoulder and lead him away.

"What does this mean?" Harry wondered.

"I don't know." Hermione kept watching them turn the corner and looked at Loren worriedly.

Loren held her cold hand, shook his head, and said softly:

"Don't worry, this is school, it's okay."

……

"Longbottom, Neville Longbottom... don't be nervous, sit down."

In the dim Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Moody limped slowly, lit a candle with some staggering, motioned for Neville to sit down in front of the desk, and poured him a cup of cold tea.

"Frank and Alice are your parents, right?"

Neville was stunned for a moment, then remembered that the person in front of him was a famous former Auror. He felt a little more at ease and nodded cautiously.

Moody snorted with a complicated expression: "When the mysterious man fell, there was a mess everywhere. Albus and I were busy cleaning up those guys and didn't take care of your parents. We have received the news from Augusta National It's too late. When we arrived, your parents were already tortured to a terrible state..."

"Even if they all say that I am old and confused now, I still remember that scene. Frank and Alice were covered in blood and couldn't speak a complete word... Even so, they still held hands."

Moody's eyes shone with a strange light, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face: "It's such a touching love. Their brains were tortured at that time, and they obviously didn't recognize each other."

Neville turned pale, looked directly at Moody, without blinking, and corrected forcefully: "They will never forget each other!"

He didn't know why, but Professor Moody's words made him very uncomfortable. They all sound like normal words, and even have the meaning of comfort, but they feel harsh, as if the speaker has some kind of malicious intent.

"Oh, maybe yes, I'm sorry I haven't experienced that kind of emotion..." Moody laughed gruffly, "But it's all over now. The good news that they have recovered from the hospital and returned to the Ministry has made some old Auror guys It nearly broke through Old Tom’s, although the Leaky Cauldron was pretty run-down.”

The awkwardness in Neville's heart finally dissipated, and he nodded slightly.

"Just think of it as an old guy with little curiosity left..." Moody looked at Neville with his normal eye, and his blue magic eye kept turning, "I want to ask your parents how they were cured. Yeah, those mediocre guys at St. Mungo’s don’t have that ability.”

"Yes--"

Neville, who was about to answer, felt something in his heart and prolonged his tone, pretending to be slurring his words.

Not many people know that Loren helped treat his parents, but Principal Dumbledore was involved in the whole process. As a friend of Principal Dumbledore, Professor Moody didn't know about it. This means that the principal kept it a secret from Professor Moody... Then he also should be kept confidential.

Neville's voice changed: "Yes... Principal Dumbledore found someone to cure him."

"Of course I know it was Deng... Albus found someone to cure him." Moody waved his hand a little irritably. He wanted to continue asking but stopped in time. After a pause, he smiled and said, "It seems you don't know. Right? That's right, I can ask Albus about it."

Neville pretended to be dumb and nodded.

"Hey, be smart and look like Longbottom!" Moody suddenly shouted, and the blue magic eye turned back to stare at Neville: "Minerva and Filius praised your transformation, you are a good person. Boy, better than your father."

Neville unconsciously spread his shoulders and straightened his back.

"Have you ever thought about avenging your parents?"

"..."

Moody waved his hand, as if he disliked his coy look: "Do you know what enemies you have?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Neville said softly.

"That's right!" Moody grinned, a slightly nervous smile, "That crazy woman is one, but there is another person who also participated in torturing your parents throughout the whole process, Barty Crouch Jr., remember his name!"

Of course Neville had heard of this name, and asked in a low voice with some confusion: "Hasn't he been tried and imprisoned in Azkaban? My father said that he died in Azkaban."

"Anyway, just remember him..."

Moody's magic eye turned back to stare at Neville: "I know my class is not up to standard. Is the little guy frightened?"

He opened the drawer and pulled out a thick book, "Just for Alice's sake, you will like this."

Neville used the weak candlelight to read the words on the cover of the book clearly, and read out in a low voice: "Mediterranean magical aquatic plants and their characteristics?"

"Pomona said you did a good job in herbal medicine class, and you also like to take care of those plants." Moody's grin widened.

I don't know if it was an illusion due to the dim lighting, but Neville felt that his mouth was slightly crooked.

"Okay, let's go back..." Moody said very abruptly, leaning back into the dark shadows, and said in a hoarse voice, "In the future, my classes will be even more extraordinary, show some energy, Long Patton!”

A subtle panic suddenly arose in Neville's heart. He hugged the book tightly, nodded, and quickly ran out of the office.

The fourth-grade wizard had already begun to take shape as a sturdy figure. When he ran, his robes created a slight breeze that extinguished the flickering candles, and the huge office fell into silent darkness once again.

The wooden door knocked against the old door frame, making a weak sound, and the door lock closed with a click.

The professor who was leaning on the chair stood up slowly and walked neatly to the wooden box on the wall. His large robes were a little empty, as if his thin figure could not hold them up.

There was no light in the room, but it did not affect the man's ability to skillfully open the locks on the boxes one by one, take out a bottle of unopened potion from the box on the fifth floor, and finally open the secret dungeon hidden in the dark layer.

Looking at the tired old guy below, the figure's movements paused. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the old guy seemed to be more energetic.

But there was plenty of time, and he wouldn't be able to stay energetic for long.

Shaking the potion bottle in his hand, the figure showed a twisted smile, turned over lightly and jumped into the wooden box dungeon.

……

Gryffindor common room, door.

Neville chatted with the Fat Lady for a while before saying the password, and then watched Crookshanks rushing into the lounge after returning from an outing, so fast that he could leave an afterimage.

Watching a wisp of gray-white cat hair falling slowly, Neville fell into deep thought.

It is known that Crookshanks is ginger and Mrs. Norris is yellow and black and white. Question, why does Mr. Filch, the administrator, seem to be particularly targeting Gryffindor students?

Entering the lounge in a daze, Neville saw Crookshanks moving to the window, where his owner was sitting. Neville thought for a while and silently found a seat to read.

Forget it, let’s mention it to Loren tonight.

Thick books were spread out on the table, and "Parting Through the Fog to See the Future" seemed to be only foggy. Harry and Ron were facing pieces of parchment filled with numbers and symbols, their expressions were confused, their eyes were dull, and their minds seemed to be Filled with the smoke from Professor Trelawney's fire.

It wasn't until Crookshanks jumped up on the table and squatted down with his front paws, his liquid fat spread out, covering the long row of calculation formulas, that Harry and Ron were able to wake up from the confusion of knowledge. .

"I have no idea what this thing means," Harry's voice was filled with despair.

Ron scratched Crookshanks' chin and said in a deep voice: "Magic Cat, tell me, Magic Cat, tell me, on my birthday, will Uranus be in the south or north?"

"And my birthday." Harry also came forward with interest.

Crookshanks opened his narrowed eyes a little and gave them a silent look.