On Wednesday, Elwyn and the other third-year wizards learned the simple runes in the first class of Ancient Runes.
It was an extinct language that had once been spread on Earth in Northern Europe. It was an entry-level ancient rune, represented by the runes in black and white.
In the past, it had risen with the prosperity of black magic in Europe in the Middle Ages.
It was said that black wizards would leave a specially arranged rune note in front of the victim's house, waiting for them to pick it up.
Or they would mail it directly to the victim. The note was actually a curse.
After receiving the note, the victim would behave strangely.
He would always feel that something was following him, like a dog.
But when he turned around, he could not see anything.
Around him, strange things would start to happen one after another.
They would entangle the victim until a week before his death, when all the abnormal behavior disappeared and everything returned to normal.
But by then, he could clearly hear the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.
There were many other curses that used rune to cast spells. They had been popular for a time.
This ancient rune was not widely used in alchemy, but because it was relatively simple, it was more suitable for beginners to learn.
Elwyn had read about it in the Book of Hieroglyphs given to him by Nick Lemay. He found it very interesting to learn it in class and it gave him a lot of inspiration.
Now, no matter where he went, Elwyn carried the parchment full of ancient runes with him.
He planned to master the simple rune as quickly as possible and use it as a foundation to learn more profound ancient runes.
After that, the next few days were uneventful. There were no incidents in the school.
Keresis was becoming more and more like Moody. No one in the school suspected him at all. Instead, they admired him more and more.
The whole castle was filled with people discussing Moody's past and the three unforgivable curses.
Moody was very popular among the young wizards. Although he looked scary, everyone thought that he knew what it was like to work outside and how to deal with black wizards. This was a very refreshing feeling for the young wizards in the school.
In fact, in terms of black magic and black wizards, Keresis was not much worse than Moody.
As an evil vampire, his very existence was taboo.
Most of his life experience was in the gray area at the edge of the Magic World. He had frequent contact with all kinds of scheming, vicious Dark Magi, and dark creatures.
Telling these things to the little sorcerers was a piece of cake.
Compared to Moody, who was getting more and more comfortable with the situation, Snape's temper had become even more irritable.
His vindictive mentality seemed to have reached a new high during the summer vacation. Every student who dared to make a mistake in his class was severely punished.
For example, Neville once again melted his crucible in Potions class. This was the sixth crucible he had melted.
After a round of harsh belittling, Snape unceremoniously punished him to stay in school for labor.
On Friday night Neville had to disembowel a vat of horned toads.
When he came back at nine o 'clock in the evening, his nerves were on the verge of collapse.
Everyone sat around the warm fire and were surprised to see Neville stumbling into the common room with tears on his face.
"Neville, what happened?" Harry asked.
"For more than five hours, he made me clean the toads in the underground classroom and dig out their guts." Neville said weakly in a low voice, "Those things are disgusting. I vomited all my dinner."
"The blood of these horned toads is slightly corrosive. We need to clean it up quickly!" Elwyn said, looking at the toad guts between Neville's fingernails. "I know an effective Cleansing Spell. You can try it."
"Snape is too much. You all know why he has such a bad temper, right?" Ron said to everyone, staring at Neville's miserable appearance for a while.
"Of course it's because of Moody!"
Ever since Moody brought Malfoy, Gall, and Crabbe to Snape's office, he had become like this.
He had entered an irritable state and vented all his anger on the little wizards who had bumped into the muzzle.
Everyone knew that Snape wanted to teach Defense Against Black Magic very much, but he had failed to get this job many times in a row.
Snape had always been dissatisfied with the previous Defense Against Black Magic teachers, and it was written on his face.
This situation reached its peak in Sirius, where they directly fought in front of the students.
However, he seemed to be extra careful with Mad-Eye Moody, not letting his dissatisfaction show.
All the little wizards more or less noticed that whenever Snape and Moody were together, whether it was the magical eye or the normal eye, he would try his best to avoid Moody's eyes whenever they passed by each other in the hallway, no matter if it was the magical eye or the normal eye.
It seemed that Snape was a little afraid of Moody.
"I don't understand, why would Snape be afraid of Moody?" Harry said.
"Of course, if Moody turned Snape into a long-horned toad!" Ron raised his head and said, his eyes misty and full of fascination, "and commanded him to jump around in the underground classroom, that would be a great scene."
Ever since he knew that Moody had turned Malfoy into a stoat, Ron had been putting in a lot of effort in the Transfiguration Spell.
He also wanted to learn this spell, but he had not made much progress. Transforming a human into an animal required a very profound knowledge of Transfiguration Spell, and it could only be learned in the courses after passing the Ordinary Wizard Rank Examination.
"Snape isn't that weak, he won't be easily transformed like Malfoy."
"That's hard to say. Think about it, Moody is very powerful, definitely much more powerful than Snape. He only needed to chant the Avada Curse, and the spider died instantly, just like that. I've never thought of black magic like this. "
The fourth grade had the first Defense Against Black Magic class of the semester this afternoon, and they were all shocked.
Ron was still happily talking about this, but Harry had a bad feeling about the Massacre Curse.
He did not dare to imagine that his parents were killed by this curse, nor could he talk about this black magic in a relaxed tone like Ron or the others. To others, this might be a wonderful comedy, but to Harry, it was not very interesting.
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