I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Moody is by no means a kind wizard from the outside.

During his long career as an Auror, he lost a leg and an eye because of the battle with the dark wizard, and because he knew the cruelty of being an Auror, he never had a family for decades.

If the missing legs and eyes were his badge of honor against the Dark Wizard, that lonely life was his life.

"Dumbledore promised me that I will only teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts for one year, and when this year passes, I will return to my retirement life. So in this year During this period, I can teach you what I think is appropriate according to my own ideas, but how much you can learn is your problem."

Moody stood on the podium and said in a hoarse and deep voice.

"I got a letter from Professor Lupine explaining how the subject is going through the grades. It looks like you've got the basics down on how to deal with dark magic animals - you've learned how to deal with boggarts , Red Hood, Hinckle Punk, Grindylow, Kabbah and Werewolves, right?"

The students below all murmured their agreement.

"Then that's very good. According to the normal progress, you really should finish all the studies of black magic creatures before the fourth grade, because starting from this year, the main task is to know what black magic is."

Moody's blue prosthetic eye, which kept turning around, scanned every student in the classroom non-stop. That eye seemed to be able to see through everything, which brought Harry and the others a lot of joy. pressure.

"First of all, during my tenure as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, you can completely throw away the textbook in your hands!" His hoarse voice suddenly rose, "This course is very practical, if you only follow the instructions in the book Content teaching, you are destined to learn nothing useful!"

His words made the students very happy.

They also don't like teachers who follow the textbooks, and Moody's current performance is obviously a professor who is easy to like by students.

Moody stared at their performance, and suddenly said loudly: "Also, before the formal teaching begins, I advise you not to stick the wand behind your buttocks! What if it catches fire? You should know that there are more powerful wands than you. Too many wizards have burned their asses!"

The little wizards hastily pulled out the magic wands that had been stuck behind their buttocks, and put them on their desks.

Moody watched their performance and was satisfied so far.

"Okay, let's get down to business now and return to the class itself.

Spells, they have many forms, and their magical powers are different. Now, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all kinds of breaking spells in the defense class of the fourth grade. The purpose of teaching is nothing more than that.

Logically speaking, you are not in the sixth grade, so I shouldn't tell you what illegal black magic spells look like, because you are still young and can't handle this set of things.

But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage greatly. He thinks you can deal with it, and in my opinion, the sooner you understand what you have to deal with, the better.

How can you protect yourself from something you've never seen before?

A dark wizard is about to cast an illegal spell on you, and he won't tell you what he's planning. He won't be candid, fair, and polite, and you have to be prepared and vigilant. "

At this moment, his constantly turning blue false eyes suddenly stopped and aimed at a girl named Lavender in Gryffindor.

"It's best not to make small moves in my class. I don't know if other professors will mind because of such things, but if I find out next time, then I won't just warn you like this."

Lavender was startled and flushed. Just now she showed Parvati the celestial palace fortune-telling chart arranged in the prophecy class under the table.

Apparently, Moody's magical eye could penetrate not only the back of his own head, but solid wood as well.

"Does anyone know, in the wizarding world, which spells are against magic laws if used on wizards?"

Several young wizards raised their hands tremblingly, and Moody called Ron's name.

Ron stood up and said in a low voice, "I know one. My dad mentioned it to me before. It's called the Imperius Curse."

"Your father naturally knows about this spell. It was this spell that caused the Ministry of Magic a lot of trouble."

Unnoticed, at some point Moody brought out from under the dais a shallow stone basin, intricately carved with runes and symbols around the rim.

"As I said, the essence of Defense Against the Dark Arts is practice. Only by letting you see the dangers of these black arts in a safe class can you not be so at a loss when danger comes, so who wants to experience the defense first?" Does it feel like a soul curse?"

Moody said casually, but his words stunned the students below.

Everyone stared at him with their mouths wide open, and Hermione raised her hand with a pale face.

"Professor, you have said it yourself. These magics cannot be used on people. This is a violation of the magic law!"

"As a former Auror, I certainly know more about the magic laws than anyone else, Miss Granger, so I certainly won't make these low-level mistakes when I'm about to enjoy my old age, and end up sending myself into Azka Class. So I'm not planning to cast a spell on you, but to use a very useful classroom prop."

As Moody spoke, he tapped the stone basin on the dais with his wand.

"Anyone know what this is?"

No one in the classroom raised their hands, and after a while, when Moody thought no one would answer his question, Harry raised his hand hesitantly.

"I seem to have seen this basin in Professor Dumbledore's headmaster's office before."

"Excellent observation Potter." Moody was not stingy with his praise, "Attention to detail is one of the essential qualities of an Auror. I did borrow this pot from your headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. His I'm getting older and need this stuff."

He introduced it to the students.

"The Pensieve, a magical stone basin that can store the memories of wizards, like me."

Moody pointed his wand near his temple, and then, as if spinning his wrist, he pulled a gleaming silver thread from his head and put it into the Pensieve.