I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

"Black magic is a spell that the Ministry of Magic expressly prohibits wizards from using on people. Only in special periods, the Ministry of Magic will let go of the authority of the Aurors, allowing them to use black magic to fight back when hunting down the most vicious thugs. And The most recent Auror black magic lifting incident occurred in the first half of this year, and Auror director Phillips Leon led the Aurors to wipe out all the dark wizards who escaped from Azkaban."

Moody told them about the taboos of black magic.

"So, in order to avoid too bad effects, I don't plan to use these unforgivable magic in front of you, even if it's not for people, it's just for some small animals used for magic experiments. Yes. Then how else can I let you see these black magics from the perspective of a bystander without getting hurt? The Pensieve is a very good choice."

After introducing the teaching method to be adopted in this class, Moody glanced at all the little wizards below.

"So which brave person will experience it first?"

The students below were all silent as if their throats were locked with tongues. No one raised their hands to respond to Moody after a long time.

Moody frowned and shook his head.

"You can't do this. If the Gryffindor students at the time I was in school, they would have rushed to the podium one by one like chicken blood."

As he spoke, he picked up the roster.

"Since no one is willing to take the initiative, it's better for me to roll the roll myself."

Moody exclaimed at last, looking at the names on the roster.

"Neville Longbottom, it's just you. I know your parents and admire them very much. I believe you must be a brave man."

But Neville was not as brave as Moody expected.

He stood up from his seat with a sad face, not daring to refuse the professor's words, and then slowly moved towards the podium.

But Moody obviously wouldn't give him a chance to delay, he grabbed his arm and pulled him to the front of the podium.

"Come here, kid. Next, everyone has to experience the same experience as you. Our time is limited."

Neville stood in front of the podium half-threateningly, his face turned pale with fright, he stammered and asked.

"Come on, will the process be painful, Professor?"

"You are just watching a memory picture, just watching, the people inside and anything that happened will not cause any kind of harm to you, so don't worry, lower your head and bury your face in the basin."

Neville stared at the floating silver substance in the stone basin, but still couldn't make up his mind to bury his head in it.

Just when Moody showed an impatient look on his face, as if he wanted to give him a little help, Neville finally closed his eyes, and buried his face in the stone basin resolutely.

Suddenly, the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom collapsed, and Neville felt his body rush forward and fall headfirst into the pot!

But his hair didn't hit the floor of the basin, and he fell through a cold, black mass, as if sucked into a black vortex, and fell from the sky onto a patch of damp grass.

Neville held his arms tightly in fear and looked around.

He was in a dark wood now, with a dark sky above and tall bushes all around him.

It looked like it had just rained here not long ago, the land was wet, and there were sticky mud puddles everywhere.

"he came."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind Neville. Neville trembled from fright, and then turned around immediately.

But there was no one behind him, just a bush growing thickly.

Neville yelled tremblingly.

"Professor Moody? Is that you?"

However, there was no one around to answer his question, only the "salsa" sound of the wet and cold night wind blowing the leaves.

At this moment, a faint fluorescent light gradually approached Neville's direction from the depths of the forest.

When the fluorescent light was within twenty meters of Neville, he realized that they were two wizards in black robes.

"Hi, you two. Do you know where this is?" Neville swallowed, wanting to know the current situation from the two wizards.

But the two wizards passed through his body as if they didn't see him at all, and then stopped in front of the bush.

Neville watched all this in astonishment, but the two later wizards seemed to have a quarrel.

"Is this here? Charlie."

"You have to give me that thing before I can tell you how to find it here!"

"You don't have the capital Charlie to bargain with me!"

"Then you kill me! If you kill me, you will never want to get it!"

"Do you think I dare not!"

"Then you come! Cast a curse on me!"

"The soul is out of the body!"

Under Neville's horrified gaze, one of the wizards was really enraged. He cast a spell on his companion, and the man's eyes immediately became glazed.

"You forced me! You forced me!" The man who cast the spell was panting violently, as if he had done nothing and seemed to be giving some instructions to the cursed person.

The man with a dull expression knelt down on the ground like a marionette, humbly licking the dirt-covered boots of another wizard.

"Proud Charlie, you finally have no way to yell at me now, go, go and get that thing out for me!"

However, before the wizard could finish speaking, two bright red spells suddenly shot out from the bushes behind Neville.

The curse penetrated Neville's body and hit the two wizards with precision.

The stun spell worked, and the two subsequent wizards collapsed powerlessly to the ground. Behind Neville, Moody and another dark-skinned wizard with golden earrings appeared without warning.

"The plan is going well, Kingsley." Moody walked past Neville.

"Now we can add another crime to him, illegally using the Unforgivable Curse on people." Kingsley also followed behind him, walking towards the two wizards who fell on the ground.

"Take them both back to the ministry and we'll have a nice drink in the bar."

Just when they grabbed the two wizards on the ground and were talking to leave, suddenly a dazzling flame exploded between Moody and Kingsley!

Neville only heard a burst of angry roars and the sound of unknown spells, and the scene around him quietly turned into gray mist, spreading and disappearing around.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Neville suddenly lifted his head from the pensieve, gasped heavily, and looked at the little wizards in the classroom looking at him as if in another world.