Unlike the Gryffindor students, who were eagerly looking forward to the Defense Against Black Magic class, the Ravenclaw students were very calm.
The only thing they had to worry about was that Professor Moody would find trouble with Allen for what Allen had done.
When the bell was about to ring, the young wizards of Ravenclaw were already in position. They took out their respective copies of "Black Magic: A Self-Defense Guide" and waited. The atmosphere was particularly solemn.
Soon, they heard Moody's distinctive footsteps coming down the corridor. He walked into the classroom, looking as strange and scary as usual. They could just see his claw-like wooden foot peeking out from under his robe.
"Put these things away," he said gruffly, trudging with his crutches to the lectern and sitting down. "These books. You don't need them. "
The students put the books in their backpacks and exchanged glances with each other.
Moody took out the name list, shook his head, and shook his long white hair away from his twisted and scarred face. He began to call out the names. His normal eye moved down the list, and his magic eye kept turning, staring at every student who answered.
"Allen? Harris, "he roared gruffly.
"Here." Allen stood up and answered unhurriedly.
Moody's magic eye stopped moving and focused on Allen. The unblinking look was even more terrifying than when it was frantically turning.
The classroom was extremely quiet.
Allen stood patiently for a long time and found that Moody was staring at him like a wax statue. He had a strange feeling that he was being punished to stand.
"Professor Moody, my mother and sister both worked at St. Mungo Magic Hospital. Do you need me to reserve a high-class bed for you?"
Allen smiled and said in an extremely polite tone.
"Or, are you under too much mental stress? Do you want me to call a shareholders' meeting and apply to the Ministry of Magic for a free diagnosis of your mental condition?"
Michael couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Allen's words seemed to break the spell. The extremely quiet and oppressive atmosphere in the classroom disappeared.
Moody's magic eye started to move again, and he glared at the students who were snickering.
He coughed and continued to call out the names. Under the table, the veins in his hand bulged as he held the wand.
"Okay," he said when the last student finished answering. "For the smart Ravenclaw, you should have mastered a lot of basic knowledge on how to deal with black magic animals. I heard from Professor Lupin that you have learned how to deal with Boggart, Red Hat, Hinkpunk, Grindel, Kabar, and Werewolf. "
"But you haven't learned how to deal with spells," Moody said. "So, I'm going to give you a taste of what wizards do. I have a year to teach you how to deal with black magic to deal to — "
There was an uproar.
Moody's big, rough hand slammed on the podium with a "bang". Because he was restraining his anger, his scarred face looked even more twisted and grotesque.
"Normally, I shouldn't tell you what an illegal black magic spell looks like before you're in the sixth grade, because you're too young to deal with it. But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage. He thinks you can deal with it, and in my opinion, the sooner you know what you're dealing with, the better. If you've never seen something, how can you protect yourself from it? A wizard will not tell you what he intends to do when he wants to read you an illegal spell. He will not be frank, fair, and courteous in his incantation. You must be prepared and vigilant. "
Moody stood up with difficulty on his artificial leg, opened the drawer of the podium, and took out a glass bottle. Three large black spiders were crawling inside.
Moody reached into the bottle, grabbed one of the spiders, and put it on his open palm so that everyone could see it. Then he pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Astral projection!"
There was a sudden uproar. Even the learned Ravenclaw knew the meaning of this spell.
Moody instructed the spiders to do flips, soars, and even tap dances, but none of the Ravenclaw laughed.
They didn't expect Professor Moody to demonstrate the Unforgivable Curse.
"Completely under my control," Moody said softly.
"The Soul Seizing Curse can be resisted. I'll teach you how, but it requires a strong personality. Not everyone can master it. You'd better try to avoid being hit by it. Stay alert at all times! "He suddenly roared, startling everyone.
He turned his back to the class, took out the second spider from the bottle, and put it on the podium.
He enlarged the spider. "Heart Drilling and Bone Gouging." The spider's legs all retracted and clung to its body. It flipped, and at the same time its body twitched violently, shaking from side to side.
Moody looked up and scanned the class. His eyes lingered on Allen's calm face for a few seconds.
Moody's crooked mouth twitched again, and a smile appeared on his face. "Now, the last and most powerful spell is left. Avada's Curse … Killing Curse. "
"Avada's Curse!" Moody roared.
A dazzling green light blinded everyone. At the same time, there was a cacophony of noise, as if an invisible behemoth had flown through the air. At the same time, the spider flipped over and lay on its back on the table. There was no wound on its body, but it was undoubtedly dead.
The Ravenclaw were uneasy. They couldn't imagine facing my next lesson. Were they going to cast Killing Curses on each other?
Allen was also surprised. Just a moment ago, the wand in his hand heated up, and there was a strange movement.
He pulled out his wand and found that the wand had grown automatically. The spider's soul was imprisoned as soon as it left its body.
"Avada's Curse requires a very strong magic power as a foundation. You can all take out your wand, point it at me, and recite the spell. I suspect that at most I'll get a nosebleed. But that doesn't matter. I'm here to teach you how to recite the spell. "
Moody's expression was somewhat smug. Suddenly, he froze. The whole class looked at the dead spider on the table.
The spider, which had lost its soul, disintegrated into pieces in front of everyone's eyes. It rotted and dissipated, turning into dust.
"Avada's Curse has such an effect?" Michael asked in surprise.
None of the young wizards present had actually seen Avada's Curse, but there was no such phenomenon described in the books.
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