Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"I have nothing more to teach you." Moody said, taking another sip from the water bottle at his waist. "You only need to digest the knowledge well in the remaining time to become an excellent Auror."

Moody was a little depressed. A lot of the knowledge he taught was what he spent a lot of effort to learn from that person. Now he taught it to the two of them so easily, which was more or less unbalanced.

The main problem was that guy named Dursley. Many of his questions were too tricky, and they always hit the point, as if he would not stop until he had emptied himself.

However, knowing is one thing, and mastering it thoroughly is another. I have only understood a lot of knowledge now.

"Professor Moody, do you really have nothing else to teach us?"

Dudley suddenly spoke, as if he wanted to make sure that Moody was not lying to him. In fact, he was looking at Moody with a strange look, as if there was something else hidden behind his eyes.

Harry, who grew up with Dudley and knew him very well, realized that this tone and expression was a prelude to Brother D's attack on others.

But he neither asked nor said anything, choosing to remain silent.

"Yes, you have already learned all the spells I know."

Moody didn't notice the strange look. He just wanted to finish this teaching as soon as possible and was a little impatient with Dudley's repeated confirmation.

"Even the spells of the three unforgivable curses were recorded by you."

"I have nothing left to teach you."

Moody's tone was like that of a master who had taught his apprentice all the knowledge.

"No no no you have one last thing to teach us."

Dudley said slowly looking at Moody.

"what?"

"Actual combat."

Chapter 296 Why is Harry Potter so difficult to deal with?

4Why is Harry Potter so difficult to deal with?

When Dudley said the word "actual combat", Moody felt a chill in his heart and the hairs on his body stood up, as if he was being stared at by some dangerous beast. He subconsciously took out his wand, raised his hand and cast a spell at the place that gave him the most dangerous feeling.

The spell flew straight towards Dudley.

There was a hint of black air mixed in with the fluorescent green light; there was no doubt that this was black magic.

The spell was undoubtedly blocked, but it was not blocked by Dudley. He maintained the same posture from beginning to end and did not even take out his wand.

Harry did it.

He held a holly wand and pointed the tip of the wand at Moody without any hesitation, without even asking why.

He didn't know why Moody suddenly cast a spell on Dudley, but there was no doubt that the person attacking Dudley was the enemy, and the target was very clear.

"Potter."

Moody's throat moved slightly, wanting to say something bewitching, but when he saw Harry's determined look, he fell silent, for he knew that nothing he said would be of any use.

He had seen that look before. He had had the same look before, but it was directed at the Dark Lord.

"Professor Moody, thank you for giving us your last lesson - actual combat."

Dudley spoke slowly, his eyes falling on Moody: "Oh, maybe I should call you Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., the Death Eater."

When Dudley said the name 'Barty Crouch Jr.', 'Moody's' soul was scared out of his wits. The anxiety and fear in his heart reached its peak, and he even lost consciousness for a very short moment.

'How could he know!'

'How could he know!'

The wand in his hand kept pointing at Dudley as if he was having a seizure, and spells flew towards Dudley like raindrops as if they were free.

He panicked, he panicked!

Any undercover agent will panic when his identity is exposed, even if he is the right-hand man of "that man".

If he were caught again, he would not have another mother to save him, nor a father to protect him. Mr. Barty Crouch himself would not be able to protect himself.

The best outcome that awaits him is a Dementor's Kiss.

None of those spells hit Dudley, and every spell was perfectly intercepted by Harry.

This kind of chaotic casting is actually the easiest to deal with. It is one of the confrontational exercises that the discipline team conducts every morning.

The loser has to accompany Dudley to complete one-fifth of his daily training. Basically, they practice desperately every time, so spell confrontation is what the discipline group members are best at.

After a spell bombardment, 'Moody' gradually calmed down, especially when he found that the spell just now was useless, the wrinkles on his face piled up, his face looked ugly like drinking a mixture of apa tea and Dianming porridge. The snake skin monster, the magic eye on the left glanced around, and the only remaining one eye also squinted, releasing a dangerous light.

The spell bombardment just now was not entirely random, in fact, it was also intended to find an opportunity to escape. Of course, if the two could not stop it, he would not mind changing his strategy. The main reason was that the pressure from Dudley was too great, so this self-proclaimed elite among the Death Eaters thought of escaping at the first time.

As a result, he didn't expect that a mere Harry Potter could keep up with his casting rhythm one after another.

Following behind Dudley, Harry, who is always under the aura of Dudley, although his performance is not usually outstanding, but if you underestimate him, you will definitely suffer a great loss.

According to the descriptions in novels or animations, with an excellent brother like Dudley, the younger brother will more or less complain, and even resent his brother for stealing the attention that belongs to him, and then have a chuunibyou attack and cause trouble, which is corrected by the Friendship Face-Breaking Fist.

However, Harry was different. Before entering Hogwarts, he had already made up his mind that he would be content as long as he could stay with Dudley.

Even being a little transparent next to Dudley is fine.

"Shattered to pieces"

Moody didn't believe in evil and released another destructive black magic. He increased the output of this spell, hoping to cause explosions around him and escape. Unexpectedly, Harry seemed to have anticipated it and used the counter-spell of the Shattering Spell first.

"Potter, you actually used what I taught you against me!"

The spell was blocked before it was fully released, causing sparks to fly from the tip of Moody's wand. He felt very uncomfortable, just like when you want to vomit but someone closes your mouth as soon as you open it.

He stared at Harry with resentment, and at the same time he felt very regretful. He wondered why he had to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class so seriously and even gave them individual lessons.

Now the trouble is coming.

"Full Body Binding Spell"

"Armor Protection"

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It was a standard attack and defense battle, with Moody's every attack being perfectly defended.

"Why are you so difficult?" Moody was a little annoyed, but helpless. He couldn't break through Harry.

Harry just wants to be a little transparent person following Dudley, but in fact, his transparency is not transparent at all. Not to mention that he has a good reputation in Slytherin and Gryffindor, his strength is not weak at all.

Think about the spells that Harry knows now - Fiery Flames, Patronus, Occlumency (see Chapter 250 for details), Apparition (see Chapter 248 for details). All of them are extremely difficult magic. An ordinary wizard who knows one or two of them is already an elite, but he can master them all.

He had taken four years of extra classes, and his grades in Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts were second only to Dudley (occasionally second to Hermione). Now he was being taught Dark Arts by Moody himself. He also had a physique stronger than most adult wizards, and he had the Bresta potion as his trump card.

Is Harry really weak?

No, not at all.

It was a recognized fact at Hogwarts that Dudley was stronger than most wizards.

What about Harry, who grew up with him? What about Harry?

Because Dudley was so dazzling, everyone subconsciously ignored Harry's growth and the growth of the discipline group. Even the professors only thought that the discipline group had good grades and fast learning progress.

With Harry's current abilities, he would be a champion of Hogwarts if Dudley didn't vote for his name to be entered into the Goblet of Fire.

It's a pity that not many people know this.

Even now, Moody did not face his opponent squarely. The threat to him was not only Dudley, but also the "Boy-Who-Lived" whom he looked down upon in his heart and thought was just lucky.

He didn't even figure out one thing.

The practical class that Dudley was talking about was actually not his practical class, but Harry's practical class.

After blocking another gap in Moody's dark magic, Harry seized the opportunity and raised his hand to release a spell.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

Chapter 297: First meeting, the real Professor Moody

An arm jumped high into the air, then fell heavily to the ground. The magic wand fell to the ground and rolled until it hit a protruding stone. The bright red blood dyed the grass on the ground red.

Moody fell to the ground with a pale face, his right shoulder was empty and blood was slowly flowing out from the huge torn wound.

The invisible blade formed by Harry's divine sword cut off Moody's arm holding the wand.

Moody's forehead was covered in sweat, the corners of his mouth were pale, and his lips were moving slightly, as if he was muttering something.

Silent Casting

It was a very advanced skill, but unfortunately the skill was not as good as the spell. He recited it for a long time but did not see any effect, because ordinary healing spells were simply unable to heal the injuries caused by Shenfeng Wuying.

Only its exclusive counterspell can do that.

Unfortunately, this spell was a dark magic invented by Snape but not promoted, and Moody didn't know what its counter-spell was.

Dudley picked up the wand that Moody had dropped.

Twelve inches, osmanthus wood, unicorn hair.

Dudley weighed it in his hand for a few times. The data eye showed that the unicorn hair in the center of the wand was a little "withered". In Ollivander's words, this meant that the wand had been treated roughly and forcibly used by someone who was not its original owner.

This wand is not the fake Moody's, but the real Moody's wand.

The wand was not handy, which was one of the reasons for Moody's failure, but it was not the main reason. The most important reason was that he underestimated Harry.

Anxious to defeat Harry, anxious to escape from here.

As a result, he was defeated by Harry's spell.

"Harry, you've done a great job. You're now a qualified wizard."

Harry's face flushed with praise and he felt very happy. He was excited and thrilled, and had a feeling of being recognized.

"Help. Save me."

Unable to treat his wounds, Moody lay on the ground dying from excessive blood loss, and sent a weak cry for help to Dudley.

"I thought you would rather die than surrender."

Dudley didn't rush to treat him. Instead, he squatted down and looked at him and said, "Didn't you dedicate your life to Senior Tom?"

"You really want me to save you?"

The most terrifying thing in the world is not death in an instant, but watching yourself die bit by bit, especially feeling your physical strength gradually disappearing, your vision gradually blurring, your body getting colder, and feeling powerless. Few people can withstand this kind of fear.

At this moment, Moody almost didn't have the strength to speak, and his instinct for survival made him try to grab Dudley's trouser legs.

"Heal quickly."

The wand tapped the wound and the injury was stopped. However, due to the excessive blood loss, Moody's condition was not much better.

He waved the magic wand at Moody again, and Moody's body began to deform rapidly, revealing a handsome young man with short hair and pale lips, who was of course dying with only one breath left.

"Brother D, who is he?! Where is Professor Moody?"

Harry finally showed a look of surprise when he saw the young man.

"Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., the only son of Mr. Barty Crouch, a Death Eater who has lived a miserable life and failed to live up to his mother's sacrifice."

"I think we should go to the principal's office first."

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"Lemon Sherbet"

Following Dudley's commands to the statue, the two successfully entered the passage leading to the office.

"Dudley, I don't remember telling you the password for today."

Dumbledore, wearing a nightgown covered with little stars, looked at the two uninvited guests who broke into the headmaster's office with a little helplessness.

"I guess you only like a few kinds of candy."

Dudley found a seat and sat down as if he was back home.

Looking at the chair that was gradually bending but not completely breaking, and bearing a weight that it shouldn't bear at its age, Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly and his face distorted slightly.