All the third-year students seemed to have just realized that Elwyn actually knew so much.
In the past, they only knew that Elwyn was very strong, but no one had a clear idea of how strong he was or how strong he was.
The young wizards of Hogwarts generally thought that he was only stronger than his peers, but still weaker than the senior students.
It was not until the recent World Cup that everyone realized that Elwyn's strength was so strong that it could shock the entire magic world.
In today's class, Elwyn once again talked about so many black magic that no one had ever heard of.
All the young wizards in the classroom gasped and looked at Elwyn in disbelief.
Not to mention tens of thousands of black magic, they only knew about ten to twenty normal magic spells.
Everyone had the illusion that Elwyn was the professor of Defense Against Black Magic.
It was obvious that Moody was also very surprised when he heard Elwyn talk non-stop.
None of what Elwyn said was the answer he wanted, but he was not wrong.
He knew that he had to stop him. If he allowed Elwyn to continue, he could talk for an entire class.
By then, there was no need for him to demonstrate black magic, and everyone would probably walk out in a daze.
This was because the knowledge of necromancy magic that Elwyn talked about was already beyond everyone's understanding.
Although it was only basic knowledge to Elwyn, it might not even be considered basic, but just general knowledge.
But to the others, these branches of black magic from hundreds of years ago sounded like a book from heaven.
In the end, Moody interrupted Elwyn. Because of his outstanding performance, he added ten points to Gryffindor.
"Mr. Mason said it well, but I think your priority should be to understand the three main spells commonly used by the dark wizards, which are the so-called Unforgivable Curses, and not these unpopular black magic spells from centuries ago," said Moody. "Alright, can anyone tell me what the three main Unforgivable Curses are?"
After a while, Ginny raised her small hand in fear.
"There's a Soul Snatching Curse, Professor!" she whispered.
Last year, when Ron was controlled by Peter Pettigrew, she still remembered it vividly. At that time, she had to stay in the hospital for a long time.
Weasley's family had discussed the whole incident and the spell many times, so it was impossible for Ginny to forget.
"Yes, Miss Weasley!" Moody said appreciatively, "Your father must know the spell. Back in the day, the Soul Snatch Spell caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic."
He stood up with difficulty, opened the drawer of the podium, and took out a glass bottle.
There were three big black spiders crawling around inside, looking very scary.
All the students shrank back from their chairs and stared at him.
Moody reached into the bottle, picked up a spider, and placed it on his open palm for all to see.
Then he pointed his wand at it and murmured, "Soul Projection!"
The spider jumped away from Moody's palm, dangled by a filament, and began to swing back and forth as if it were sitting on a high swing.
It stretched out its legs stiffly, then turned around and did a somersault. The filament snapped.
It fell on the table and began to tumble around in circles.
Moody shook his wand, and it stood up on its hind legs and began to do a kind of tap dance.
That's right, tap dancing.
Everyone burst out laughing, except Moody.
"You think it's funny, don't you?" he asked in a hoarse voice. "Would you like it if I did this to you?"
The laughter died almost immediately. Everyone looked at Moody in horror.
"Completely under my control!" Moody said softly, as the spider curled up and began to roll back and forth. "I can make it jump out of the window, or drown itself, or jump into one of your throats."
"Years ago, many wizards were controlled by the Soulsnatch Curse," said Moody. Everyone knew that he was talking about the days when Lord Voldemort was at his strongest. "It was a very busy time for the Ministry of Magic. They had to know who was being forced to act, and who was acting on their own volition. But this was very difficult. The curse could last a long time, depending on the strength of the caster's magic. By the time people realized it, it was often too late. "
At that time, no one would dare to trust the person next to them, because they couldn't be sure if the person was being controlled by the Soulsnatch Curse.
It's very possible that you were talking to your best friend about Lord Voldemort this morning.
By the time you got home from work, you would see the Mark of the Dark Lord hovering over your house, and all your family members would be dead.
Just think about how terrifying that would be.
"The Soulsnatch Curse can be resisted, and I will teach you how to do it. But it takes a lot of strength of character, and not everyone can master it. You'd better avoid getting hit by it, and stay alert at all times! "shouted Moody suddenly, giving everyone a fright.
He grabbed the spider and threw it back into the glass bottle.
"Does anyone else know of any other spells? The other two Unforgivable Curses? "
Next, a student of Slytherin stood up and said the remaining two, the Heart Drilling Curse and the Massacre Curse.
Moody covered up the two curses on the spider for everyone.
It was definitely not a pleasant experience to see a magnified spider twitching violently in front of them. Its body shook left and right, and one of its legs was broken.
As for the Massacre Curse, Moody's wand emitted a blinding green light, and the lively spider in front of him died without a sound.
It turned over and lay on its back on the table. There was not a single wound on its body.
In the empty classroom, there seemed to be an invisible giant flying in the air. It was the shadow of the Grim Reaper.
It had just descended and taken the life of the spider in front of Professor Moody's wand.
A few students couldn't hold back and screamed at the top of their lungs. Everyone's expression was one of extreme terror.
Amidst the faint, chaotic sound of the Avada Curse, Elwyn could feel a powerful force.
This force directly affected the soul and life, and no one could resist it.
Of all the defensive spells that Elwyn knew, only a few could resist the Massacre Curse, but they all came at a great cost.
This included the ancient blood curse used by Harry's mother, Lily.
She used the blood curse to protect Harry, but the price she paid was her own death.
"It's not good." Moody said calmly, sweeping the dead spider from the table to the floor. "It's not pleasant, and there's no way to break the curse, so there's no way to resist it. As far as we know, there's only one person who has escaped this curse. "
Everyone knew that the person he was talking about was Harry.
"The Massacre Curse requires a lot of magic power as the foundation. You can all take out your wands, point them at me, and recite the curse. I suspect I'll only get a nosebleed at most." Moody said, his magic eyes sweeping across everyone's terrified faces. "But it doesn't matter. I'm here to teach you how to recite the curse."
Of course, Elwyn was not among the people he was talking about.
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