My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 565 "Professor of Black Magic"

"Nelson, how do you think black magic should be defined?"

In front of the elevator door, this kind of question and answer has been going on for a long time.

"Magic used with the motive of harm, black magic, is the violence of wizards."

"Then some spells, such as impeding spells, can also hurt wizards. Can it be defined as black magic?"

"When you were an intern in the Auror office, how did the Aurors define the dark arts?"

"They had a book, and they judged it by the way it looked... like black or green light beams, and cold feelings," Moody said, trying to remember the meager content of the pamphlet, " All in all, magic similar to the Unforgivable Curse belongs to the category of black magic."

"So what is the Unforgivable Curse?" Nelson asked.

"Uh... the Cruciatus Curse, the Killing Curse, and... the Imperius Curse."

"Have you seen any of these spells?" Nelson demanded.

"No." Moody shook his head decisively.

"So you have never seen them before, how can you tell if the black magic you see is similar to it?"

"I...I don't know." Moody fell into a daze.

"These are symptoms, Moody," Nelson stopped suddenly, and Moody, who was following closely behind, almost missed the brakes and hit his back. Nelson turned around and said with a smile, "For example, if I say, There is a person, 17 years old, a student of Gryffindor, who is highly skilled in magic, studious and sensitive, strong-willed, with a heart of justice, and only drinks the drinks that he carries with him, who do you think I am talking about?"

"Uh...Christian?"

"Haha," Nelson couldn't connect Moody with the crazy retired Auror, couldn't help stretching out his hand, stroking his messy hair, covering his face and smiling, "If what I just said is Chris, but is it possible that this passage was directed at someone else?"

"other people?"

"If I want to refer to Chris, what's the best way? Is it a bunch of useless attributives?" Nelson shook his head and withdrew his hand, "No, it's her name, but Chris also has a name, Laura Riddle, so does Christian refer to her? Even the name is one of the signs of the transaction, but it is more intuitive and clear. If you really want to understand something thing, let’s see its essence.”

"Nature……"

"Moody, there is no research or substantive evidence to show that black magic will cause substantial damage to the user's health and magic power, but it is extremely harmful, so it is only used by wizards who live in order. Severe boycott, do you know why?"

"Because it has an irreversible and cruel blow to those who are hurt by it." Moody's mood seemed to fluctuate suddenly, he clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead twitched, "That's why it is irreversible." Forgive."

"You're right about one aspect, Moody," Nelson continued, looking at Moody's painful expression, hesitating for a moment, "on the other hand, it breeds because of emotions, and it will also affect your emotions. The profound truth of magic, but the simple and clear essence of magic under the incomprehensible appearance."

Moody's face was full of blankness. At Hogwarts, he had never heard such words in class.

"It may be difficult to understand," Nelson shrugged. "Let's put it in a simpler way. What are the advantages of black magic? Can you tell me?"

"Black magic...how can it have advantages?" Moody was a little at a loss, "If I have to say it, it's powerful, right?"

"That's right, it's powerful, that's one of the advantages," Nelson nodded, "there's another point, it's easy to learn, even for an 11-year-old kid who just picked up a wand, as long as he knows those simple spells, It is enough to use it, but if you want to exert its power, you need stronger emotions to support it."

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped at the floor of the Department of Mysteries again. It was a while before the Ministry of Magic got off work. There were a lot fewer people in the elevator, but there were still a few sparse ones. Nelson nodded at the people in the elevator and led Mu Dee went up.

"Easy...to learn?"

As the elevator went up, Moody kept muttering this sentence, seemingly lost in further thought, and didn't even notice it when Nelson carried him out of the elevator and even out of the Ministry of Magic.

"For example... I will teach you a spell, Moody, maybe you will use it in the future," the street where the Ministry of Magic is located is a bit remote, Nelson looked at the desolate street, rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, then Moody snapped his fingers in front of him to wake him up, raised his wand and said, "Come, read to me."

Although Moody didn't know what medicine was sold in Nelson's gourd, he still managed to imitate his movements and raise his wand.

"Soul—"

"Soul..."

"—Out of body!"

"... out of body."

Seeing the movements that Moody was just completing, Nelson showed a smile as if he had succeeded in a prank, patted Moody on the shoulder, and said, "Very good, is it simple?"

"It's not that difficult. What is it?" Moody commented pertinently. "In terms of spells alone, they're not even as awkward as the Levitation Charm."

"Very well, it's just an ordinary spell," Nelson nodded, raised his hand holding the wand, and pointed to the side of the road. A spider struggling to weave a web waved its legs, reluctantly Shirdi left the half-woven web and flew towards him with claws and teeth. Just when Moody was wondering what Nelson was doing, a ball of green light emerged from the tip of his staff, wrapping the spider hanging in mid-air, The curse was also spit out from his mouth, "The soul is out of the body."

(Subtitle: No animals were harmed in the making of this clip)
Moody watched dumbfounded as the spider did a drunken tap dance in the air, then wobbled towards him with its drunken fists. On the head, Moody's eyeballs moved closer and closer as the spider got closer to the eyes, and finally became almost cross-eyed. He watched the spider doff its hat in front of him, then waved two A thick and sharp pincer suddenly stabbed at his eyes!
Moody flinched back from the spider's attack, but Nelson laughed in his ear.

"Don't worry, Moody, it won't sting you," Nelson said softly. "Do you know what the spell is?"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Yes, as you think, Moody," Nelson continued until Moody opened his eyes and gave him a deep look. One of the Unforgivable Curses - the Imperius Curse."

"This...is this the Unforgivable Curse?" Moody raised his trembling hands and stared at them. Just now, he was coaxed by Nelson without knowing it, and learned what he hates, hates, It is also the most unforgettable black magic - the Imperius Curse. Tears welled up in his eyes. He widened his red eyes and stared at Nelson, "You...you actually tricked me into learning—"

"No, you didn't learn it." Nelson frowned slightly, just a look and expression, but the young Moody fell silent as if under the Imperius Curse. Nelson shook his head in dissatisfaction when he saw his performance. Shaking his head, he said slowly, "Do you think you have learned it? Come on, raise your wand, and use the spell you just learned at that spider."

Moody raised his hand uncontrollably. He knew that he was not influenced or manipulated by Nelson, but he did so. For this senior who was dubbed a hero and genius, he had an internship in the Law Enforcement Department. Moody fears him more than anyone who doesn't know the inside story, even though he knows that Nelson is not a dark wizard, but this makes him even more awed.

He raised a trembling arm, gripped his wand, and struggled to reach the spider.

"Standard movements, steady breathing, and... coherent spells, this is the first lesson in your life, what Professor Sykes taught you," Nelson's lazy voice floated from the side, Moody, whose body was shaking, gritted his teeth and suppressed the trembling of his fingers, but he heard Nelson continue, "After talking with Mr. Boggart, I specifically checked your file, Moody, you were born as an Auror The office put the name on the roster, your Auror father and Auror mother fell in the anti-eye drama created by the saints using the Imperius Curse, they killed each other before your eyes, and recovered at the last moment of life Without reason, they are the heroes of the Ministry of Magic, as their son, why are you still so afraid of the Imperius Curse?!"

Nelson's voice was getting louder and louder. At the last word, it was already deafening. He put his hands behind his back and cast the sound-proof magic of closing his ears to listen. He looked at Moody with provocative and encouraging eyes, and Moody's tears could no longer be suppressed. Can't stop, gushing out from his eye sockets, he pointed his hand firmly at the spider, as if pointing at Nelson, and shouted loudly, "The soul is out of my body!"

"puff."

A brief green light passed, and nothing happened.

"Like a fart."

Nelson walked to the spider web and put the unlucky spider back. As compensation, he used the Transfiguration Charm to help it weave the other half of the web, and hung a pepper on the web as a seasoning for its dinner. He turned around , looking at Moody, raised the corner of his mouth, "Do you think you will?"

"..." Moody widened his eyes, looked at the wand in his hand, and wanted to throw it to the ground.

"Do you think you have successfully used black magic?"

"I……"

"Do you think you are a dark wizard now?"

"I……"

"I don't think you are," Nelson shook his head, approached Moody, whose face was full of resistance, and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm not a good educator. Not long ago, I tried to teach my sister It was to catch her fleeing mentor in front of her, and let her accept legal sanctions. Unfortunately, I failed in the end, and she played herself to death, which also made my mutual friend with that person scold her. It took me three hours, and my sister was lying in bed for a week, and I can only tell you what you want to know in this intuitive and rude way."

"Is it Christian?"

"Why do you seem to be getting better all of a sudden?" Nelson glanced at Moody suspiciously and shook his head, "The use of the Imperius Curse seems to be an unimportant point, but in fact nothing else is important— — strong emotions.”

"Strong...emotions?"

"Any kind of magic requires emotions, such as the levitation spell, which requires you to have a strong desire to make objects float, and black magic is no exception. The Imperius spell requires you to have a strong desire to manipulate others, play with others, and rob him of everything Compared with the hatred of the Cruciatus Curse and the rage of the Killing Curse, the Imperius Curse needs more emotion, which is greed, without greed, it will be like what you just did—like farting.”

"greedy……"

"But when you have enough greed, everything else doesn't matter," Nelson turned to the wall again, looked at the shivering spider, and said softly, "I'm sorry, brother spider, I just forgot this, I hope You can be a Spider-Man in your next life."

After all, he raised his arms high and made a weird martial arts movement like a white crane spreading its wings. A pink light shot out from the tip of the staff and hit the spider who was still in shock, "Hakuna Matata!"

In the next second, the spider showed its incredible artistic talent, weaving a "Mona Lisa" on the spider web until Nelson came into contact with the spell.

"Does it matter?" he said, turning around, looking at Moody. "It doesn't matter at all."

Moody had never imagined that Nelson was a wizard who was familiar with the black arts. He was so shocked that he could not speak,

"Magic power is bred by emotions, and emotions give birth to magic power into magic with different manifestations. The reason why black magic is terrifying is that it only needs the assistance of evil thoughts, and it can easily accomplish things that were unimaginable—deprivation of life, plunder of wealth, Harvest screams," Nelson walked up to Moody, looked down at him, and said seriously, "but something so easy to obtain must make the weak-willed indulge in the pleasure of controlling others, and they will fall step by step , until you become a slave to black magic... To be precise, you become a slave to your own evil thoughts, unfortunately, most people in the world are such weak-willed people."

"will……"

"The criterion for judging black magic is not simply the green light or the ending of the killing. Some people can kill with their fists, but Aurors even use black magic when facing powerful opponents. Can you say that they can kill with their fists? Men are good men, and Aurors are dark wizards?"

"No." Moody shook his head. Although it was contrary to his cognition, the logic seemed to be correct.

"I know black magic. Many senior wizards know black magic. Professor Dumbledore also knows black magic. Are we dark wizards?"

"No... not."

"Your standard should be crime, not means," Nelson said seriously, "The reason why Aurors want to arrest dark wizards and the Ministry of Magic bans black magic is also because it can quickly degrade people. The first time the wielder uses the first dark magic, he inevitably slips into the abyss of the dark wizard."

"So black magic still needs to be fought, right?" Moody asked eagerly as if grasping at a straw, "Even if sometimes you have to use black magic to fight black magic."

"Yes, violence is not advisable, but sometimes, we have to use violence to resist violence." Nelson nodded, "After this lesson, if you are still willing to follow me this holiday, come directly to me tomorrow Find me in my office, you will have the opportunity to see what a real dark wizard is like, if you don't want to, I can inform the Department of Law Enforcement, of course, you can also report me to the Ministry of Magic for using black magic, I won't stop you."

After finishing speaking, Nelson turned around and left in the evening wind.

Just as he opened the door of Nicklaus's house, heavy breathing and footsteps came from behind, Nelson turned his head, and Moody chased after him panting with a bag.

"I...I just went...to buy a gift for Christian." He leaned on his knees and gasped, "Can I go directly to the Department of Mysteries tomorrow? I... believe it, I believe it You are strong-willed."

"Of course," Nelson shrugged, and pushed open the garden door, "please come in, and be careful not to step on my gardeners."

Moody followed awkwardly, treading Nelson's path carefully, avoiding gardeners he couldn't see.

"By the way," Nelson said casually, turning his back on Moody, who was rubbing the soles of his shoes on the doormat, and hanging his hat and coat on the coat rack, "that person I was talking about was actually you."

"what?"

"Strong-willed and righteous in heart." Nelson strode across the living room, waved his hand, and lit the remaining embers of the fire. His voice came from the kitchen, "I believe you will practice this quality." until the moment you die."

(End of this chapter)