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

A bad orange is a bad orange.

Neville raised his hand in agreement, but his hand wasn't even halfway raised.

Moody couldn't wait, "Your name is Longbottom, stand up."

There was suppressed excitement in his voice.

Harry frowned because of the smell and because he was sitting very close to Moody in the first row. He realized something was wrong.

After being with Ron, the sensitivity to other people's emotions that had been buried since childhood seemed to be revived.

'Moody' wasn't paying attention to Harry at the moment, his healthy eyes looking out across the classroom.

The evil eye looked at his perfect work almost greedily.

His cowardice and every little timid expression made him feel as if every inch of his nerves were being massaged.

"Teacher Sprout told me that you have a talent for Herbology."

He didn't notice that he was betraying his extra attention to Neville.

He needn't pay attention.

Neville's parents were both Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Same with Moody.

These extra attentions are not extra.

Neville was encouraged, and his tone rose a little, "There is also a spell called the Cruciatus Curse."

"Correct, correct, come, come." Moody quickly asked Neville to come on stage.

He wanted to observe his expression closely.

“Very dangerous.”

"A tormenting spell."

The wand seemed to sense its master's excitement and trembled, pointing at the spider.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Immediately, the spider's legs began to shake wildly.

A shrill squeak was heard.

Neville's expression also began to distort, as if he was the one under the curse.

"Stop! Can't you see how miserable Neville is? Stop!" Hermione yelled. Hannah behind her was also very concerned and distressed.

'Moody' wakes up: Oh no, I forgot I was still playing Moody.

He quickly tried to stop the magic and take back his wand.

But it was too late.

Bajir stood up and a bright light flashed.

Moody was hanging upside down in the air, the bottle in his arms fell, and the liquid inside spilled all over the ground and flowed to Harry's legs.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear what Hermione said?" Bagel smiled happily.

Haha! I finally let off some steam, but it's a pity I can't use the Cruciatus Curse.

(End of this chapter)

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."

"While the Oblivion Charm helped you get rid of the painful memories of the Cruciatus Curse, 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."