I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"He may have mentioned it," said Moody, scratching his chin absentmindedly, "but I think a good scare is needed."

"We could give him detention, Moody!" said Professor McGonagall angrily, "or report him to the Head of House."

"I'll do that." Moody turned and glared at Malfoy in disgust.

Malfoy refused to give in, so Moody was about to grab him and leave.

A hand stretched out from the side, John held his hand, stared at the face, and said coldly: "You don't want to do that."

Professor McGonagall was not expecting this turn of events and asked in surprise, "Mr. Wick?"

"If I want to, your head of the college is Snape, right?" Professor Moody roared, "An old friend too. I've been looking forward to having a good chat with old friend Snape!"

"I say," John stood firm, his grip tightening, "you don't want to do that."

There was a flash of annoyance in Moody's eyes, and he wanted to take Malfoy away by force.

Before I knew it, many Slytherin students had gathered around.

They looked at Moody with indifference in their eyes.

"Let go, kid!" Moody growled.

John said nothing, but the Slytherins took a step forward, making the already small circle even smaller.

Professor McGonagall looked around and thought that perhaps Dumbledore could handle it.

"I will not abandon my friend, especially when he is being forced to admit his mistakes."

John's hands were strong enough to crush stone. He stared at Moody and said word by word, "Don't make such a scene, Professor."

Heinrich had come behind Moody without knowing when, followed by more and more people.

Daphne also stood beside John, her face full of arrogance and a look of disdain.

The atmosphere was tense.

The pressure erupted silently, and even though Moody was a veteran, there was surprise in his eyes.

John looked at Professor McGonagall, slowed down his tone and said to her, "Professor McGonagall, perhaps our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not used to the school rules, so he does things that are not in line with the school rules. I believe Filch will be happy to give him a manual."

His hand loosened, and Moody's hand dropped as well.

When he looked up again, John's face returned to normal and he said calmly, "Go back."

After these words were spoken, the Slytherin students spread out in a path.

John walked out first, and Daphne trotted along beside him, with Heinrich already on the left.

Malfoy snorted, turned to Harry and said, "Potter, you should face me head-on, not your new babysitter."

Harry's face turned red. Ron was very angry at first, but as the Slytherin crowd surrounded them, he calmed down.

Hermione looked at John, amazed at his current prestige.

Snape arrived just as the Slytherins were dispersing.

Several people led by John wore the Star Society badge on their chests, emitting starlight.

His expression was somewhat complicated, and he said to himself: "John Wick."

...

School is never a good place to keep secrets, especially when it's the first time in history that a conflict has broken out between students and professors.

No one wanted to delve into the cause. People from the other three houses only knew that Slytherin was now like green glass made from scattered sand, which shone brightly under the light.

This matter also fell into Dumbledore's ears, and he did not expect that such a thing would happen.

However, it seems that Moody's is in the wrong.

This old friend used Transfiguration as punishment on students, which even made McGonagall angry. She and Dumbledore complained about Moody's excessive punishment.

"John Wick, has he grown to this point?"

When Dumbledore learned that John and Moody had fought three moves, his expression was complicated.

Moody's strength is unquestionable. He is a legendary Auror and contributes half of the prisoners to Azkaban.

Dumbledore even thought that if he died, the person who could succeed him to fight Voldemort would be Moody's name.

John and such an experienced Auror fought against each other and neither of them suffered any loss.

"Severus, what do you think?" he asked, looking at Snape in the headmaster's office.

"As I said," Snape said calmly, "Slytherin is his. You should have seen that."

Yeah, I saw it.

In addition to the four deans, there are others who can do this.

The Slytherins even surrounded a professor for John, which had never happened before.

Even when Voldemort was in school, he would never go to this extent.

Students have a natural awe of their teachers, but for John, the Slytherins overturned that awe without hesitation.

Dumbledore could no longer see what the future held for John. All he could do was to turn the student back from the irreversible path.

For the first time, Dumbledore began to waver in his idea of ​​a savior.

...

The King of Slytherin, handsome, right?

The price was that John was asked crazy questions by Snape in the Potions class the next day.

To this end, John gained points crazily.

Just kidding, even if you ask me how to make the elixir of life, John can tell you.

Snape: I'm so angry, but I still need to give you some extra points.

Just like that, just two days after school started, Slytherin's scores skyrocketed, causing students from the other three houses to cry out that someone had opened a new house.

In response, Slytherin sneered, saying that John Wick was no match for him.

And just like that, time came to the third day of school.

1st Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Coincidentally, Gryffindor and Slytherin take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class together almost every year.

This time is no exception.

Professor Moody's class is well received in the sixth grade, so the students are looking forward to it.

Harry and Ron waited eagerly as they heard the sound of footsteps coming down the corridor.

The scarred face appeared in the classroom.

...

Chapter 194 Hardcore Teaching and the Three Unforgivable Curses

Seeing Moody's unfriendly face, the timid ones shuddered with fear.

They quickly took out their own copies of "The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited. The atmosphere was exceptionally quiet, which was something that had never happened in previous classes.

"Put these away," Moody said gruffly, trudging to the podium on crutches and sitting down. "You won't need these textbooks."

The students looked at each other and finally put their books away.

Ron was very interested. He had heard from Fred and George that this course was very interesting.

The first step is to call the roll, which is also a good way for the professor to quickly get to know each student.

Moody didn't need to look up. He read the list with his normal eyes, while his magic eye darted around to look at the students who answered.

"John Wick."

"Here." John said calmly.

When the name was mentioned, the atmosphere became even more eerie.

Moody paused for a moment and continued reading with a normal expression.

"Okay," Moody began teaching after reading out all the students' names. He said, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin introducing your progress last semester. You have already mastered a lot of the basics of how to deal with dark magic creatures."

When it came to the students' favourite, Professor Lupin, they grew a little bolder and murmured their approval.

However, Moody changed the subject and said, "But you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells. Very little!"

Seemingly very dissatisfied, Moody tapped the ground with his wooden leg.

Moody stared at the students, his magic eye darting around, and said, "So, I'm going to let you understand what wizards do. I have a year to teach you how to deal with the Dark Magic..."

Before he could finish his words, Ron blurted out nervously, "What, what did you say?"

The blue magic eye turned and stared at Ron.

Ron swallowed hard. It was only on impulse that he said it. He would rather face the spider than Moody.

Just when Ron thought he might be the first person to be sent to Azkaban for interrupting in class, Moody laughed.

"You are Arthur Weasley's son, huh?" Looking at the red hair, Moody said, "A few days ago, your father helped me out of a very difficult and sticky situation. Yes, I will only teach for a year, do Dumbledore a favor, and then live a peaceful retirement life again."

He didn't seem to mind Ron's interruption, which made Ron feel relieved.

Malfoy scoffed quietly, very obvious in the classroom.

The smile on Moody's face suddenly faded, and his magic eyes turned sharply to stare at Malfoy.

Malfoy restrained his smile, but it was still not very friendly.

After all, no one would have much good feelings towards someone who tries to make connections in class, especially when that person had attacked him or her yesterday.

Moody looked at Malfoy for a moment, then laughed hoarsely, and clapped his rough hands to signal everyone to concentrate.

He also got down to business, the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of this semester.

With a piece of chalk clenched in his hand, he shouted gruffly: "Do any of you know which spells carry the most severe penalties under wizarding law?"

As soon as the words fell, several hands were raised tremblingly, including Ron and Hermione's.

Moody looked over, scanned the area, and pointed at Ron.

His voice was hoarse, yet much deeper and softer, "Weasley."

"Well, here's the thing," said Ron uncertainly, "my dad told me about one. It's called the Imperius Curse or something, right?"

"Ah, yes!" said Moody loudly, approvingly. "Of course your father knew the spell. The Imperius Curse has caused the Ministry a great deal of trouble."

As he spoke, Moody quickly wrote the Imperius Curse on the blackboard, walked to the podium with difficulty on his prosthetic legs, opened the drawer, and took out a glass bottle.

"It's not like any of you have ever faced the Imperius Curse before, is it?"

The evil eye was staring at John. Inside the glass bottle, three big black spiders were crawling around.

Ron regretted it and swore that he didn't want to stay with spiders.

"From what I've heard, a poor kid was put under the Imperius Curse in his first year." Moody reached into the bottle and picked up a spider without any fear.

He was considerate enough to hold the spider on his open palm so that everyone could see it more clearly.

He pointed his wand at it and murmured, "Imperio."

The spider was controlled and jumped away from Moody's palm, swinging back and forth on a spider silk thread like a swing.

After a somersault in the air, the spider fell onto the table, stood up on its hind legs, and did a tap dance.

Everyone laughed, and Moody's lips curled up slightly.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" he asked in a gruff voice. "Would you like it if I did it to you?"

The laughter died down almost immediately.

Moody looked at John, who had just said one word since he came in, and said softly, "He is completely controlled by the caster. I can make him jump off the windowsill, or let him drown himself, or I can control him... to kill someone."

His words were blunt and the students' faces turned pale.

Staring at John, Moody said, "Wick must be very touched, that feeling of being unable to control himself."

Brush it.