[HP] The Last Demon King

"He attacked another student behind the back. I just gave him a small lesson to make him remember. Don't you think this little thing is more important than a student attacking the professor?"

"This is ultra vires," Snape said softly, his fingers crossed on the table, his eyes fixed on Moody's face a little: "You should have handed him over to me, not—by lynching."

"Lynching? You say I'm punishing my students as lynching?" Moody's fake eye didn't move, and he stared at Snape with his real eye.

"Hogwarts has abandoned inhumane punishment long ago. We can only confine students to solitary confinement... You can communicate with Filch, you know Filch, right? The administrator of our school is a... Squib. He He is also very dissatisfied with this, he always complains that the iron chains are rusted, if you communicate with him, you will definitely come up with more novel ideas to physically punish students..." Snape's eyes finally turned to Moody's eyes, But he looked wary of something, as if he could attack Moody just by making eye contact: "—after you've joined hands to bring back corporal punishment at Hogwarts. But in between, you can't treat me Any student in the school can do it, any one."

"You compare me to a Squib?!" Moody yelled.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know that insulted you..." Snape said, "I thought you were the type who cared about Muggle Squibs."

Moody's chest heaved violently, and then he glared at Eridins: "What about this student? She attacked the professor! I demand that the school expel her!"

"Attack?" Snape turned to look at Eridins, she seemed to understand something from Snape's eyes.

"I only used Disintegration, but Professor Moody used the Gut Ejaculation Curse on me."

"Oh? That's not good. You actually used the Gut-Extracting Curse on an unarmed student. It's not good to spread the word. Letters from parents will flood you." Snape sneered.

"I don't care," Moody said. "Against some hopeless scum . . . some drastic measures are necessary."

"Oh? It seems that the famous top student in the whole school is just scum in the eyes of Professor Moody. I can understand that the former ace Auror of the Ministry of Magic must have a high vision. Only Potter... unique students can get into you You don't have to care, but Dumbledore does, you can't make things difficult for Dumbledore, can you?"

"...Don't be too complacent, Snape." Moody stared at him fiercely, "Even if I'm not in the Ministry of Magic, there are a hundred ways to catch you."

Snape's smile disappeared, and he looked at Moody coldly: "You can try it with your hundred ways."

After Moody left angrily, Snape glanced at Eridins with bored eyes: "Miss Selwyn, how many times are you going to ask me to clean up your mess?"

"It's so daring to confront a former Auror? Huh? Do you think you're not enough to show off?" Snape reprimanded, "Don't think that you can be fearless if you have such a little magical potential, Half of the people in Azkaban were sent in by Moody, which one of them do you think you are better at?"

After being scolded head and face, Eridings was kicked out of the office, Malfoy was not scolded, but Eridings thought it was just because Snape didn't want to talk to a ferret to himself.

After coming out of the office, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, I missed lunch, and the first class had begun, and Eridins took Malfoy back to his dormitory, trying to put the ferret who had been curled up in her arms on the bed, The ferret's little paws were tightly hooked on Eridins' robe, and Aridins put him on the bed with great difficulty, but the ferret grunted under the covers and hid.

Eridings lifted the quilt, hugged him on her lap and sat down, the ferret looked at her with aggrieved eyes, and Eridings stroked the ferret's smooth fur softly, without saying a word .

For a moment, she had the idea that it would be nice if Malfoy would be like this forever, only then would there be a Malfoy that only belonged to her, a Malfoy that only she knew.

After a while, she put the ferret back on the bed, and with a wave of her wand, the ferret on the bed turned back into Malfoy, with pale blond hair messily scattered on his face, eyelashes still wet, and a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Have a good rest," said Eridins, wand revealed.

"You're leaving?" Malfoy was a little surprised, he stammered, "Uh, I mean... you're leaving now?"

Ignoring the expectation in his eyes, Eridings nodded to him, turned and left the bedroom, the moment the door was closed, Eridings frowned and cleaned her hands.

Malfoy didn't show up at dinner at night, and he probably hasn't recovered from his embarrassing emotions. Eridins came to the auditorium alone. Her appearance was like throwing a powerful silence magic into the crowd, and the auditorium instantly became There was no sound.

Under the watchful eyes of the whole courtyard, Eridins sat down calmly. No one spoke. Parkinson, who used to say a few bitter words, also kept his mouth shut this time. On the depressing and quiet dining table, even the sound of the collision of knives and forks seemed loud. Be careful.

When Eridins raised her head, no one looked at her, but when she lowered her head, she felt countless gazes on her, and she didn't care.

Eridins knew that the matter was not over with Moody, and she went to her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Friday, on guard.

Malfoy didn't return to normal until the next day. At least on the surface, he tried his best to pretend that the incident hadn't happened, but he was obviously frightened by Moody's public treatment of him, and he chose a less prominent position. Sitting down with Eridins, his body tensed up, as if at any moment someone might hit him from behind.

The atmosphere in the classroom was extraordinarily quiet, everyone sat in their seats peacefully, and they all spoke softly. Moody is a former Auror, which means he won't like Slytherin, who symbolizes the dark wizard. All are cautious.

Everyone knew Moody was coming when there was a rattling sound in the corridor.

"Put the books away, we don't need them," said Moody, as soon as he entered the room. He walked to the podium on crutches, the wooden claw-like foot poking out from under his robes now and then.

He took out the roster on the podium and began to roll the roll. His two eyes worked together, one stared at the roster, and the other turned around to stare at every student who answered.

"Draco Malfoy...I know, that's the student I turned into a little ferret?" When Malfoy answered, Moody's disgusted eyes fixed on Malfoy: "You learned Lesson learned? Never attack someone in the back?"

Malfoy looked down at the table resentfully and pretended not to hear, Moody shouted, "Answer me! Have you learned your lesson?"

"Understood." Malfoy said reluctantly.

"Hmph." He looked down at the roster: "Eridins Selwyn."

Eridins raised her hand. For her who couldn't answer, she always raised her hand during the roll call.

She thought that Moody would make things difficult for her, but he just glanced at her and then lowered his head to read the next person's name.

What does Moody mean?

After saying the last classmate's name, Moody closed the roster: "You've mastered quite a few basics - you've learned to deal with Boggarts, Red Hoods, Hincklepunks, Grindylows, Kabbahs, and Werewolves , but this is not enough, I am going to let you understand the magic used in real wizard duels."

"This question should be very simple to you." There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Moody's mouth, which made his scarred face even more distorted: "Which three are the three Unforgivable Curses?"

A few gasps sounded in the classroom, and most of the people changed their colors.

"Malfoy, answer me," Moody said.

Malfoy said dawdly, "The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse... Avada Kedavra."

"Add the word sir at the end of the sentence."

"Yes, sir."

Everyone could see that Moody was making things difficult for Malfoy, but why didn't he make things difficult for Eridins, who offended him more seriously?

From the drawer of the lectern, Moody took out a glass jar with three large black spiders crawling around in it. Moody reached into the glass jar, grabbed one of the spiders, placed it on his outstretched palm, and with his wand Pointing at it, read: "The soul is out of the body!"

The spider began to gnaw on itself frantically. It bit off its own feet and everything it could reach.

"I can even make it bite my own stomach, and I can make it do whatever it wants, whether it's killing others or killing myself." Moody said, ignoring the fear of the students below, he directed the spider to bite itself Bite it to pieces, and with a flick of his wand, the battered spider disappeared in the palm of his hand.

"Terrible spell? Isn't it?" Moody said softly, "But the Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I'll show you how to do it in the next class."

He then took out the second spider from the glass bottle and put it on the podium: "Let's take a look at the next one. In order to make it clearer for you to see, let's enlarge it a little...it will get bigger quickly."

The spider's body had swelled, it was now almost bigger than a tarantula, and Eridins felt Malfoy wriggling restlessly in his seat beside her.

"Now..." Moody picked up his wand again: "Cruciate!"

All eight legs of the spider retracted, and its body flipped twice from time to time, twitching violently. It shook so violently that it was almost as if someone was pulling it hard on it. If it had a mouth, there was no doubt that it Will make the world's most painful scream.

"If you want to torture someone, it's undoubtedly better than a knife or a needle, so this spell was once very popular among dark wizards... Of course, if you go back and ask your parents, maybe they still use it now " Moody showed his meaningful smile again, and many students showed disgusted expressions.

"The last one, Avada Kedavra," said Moody, and everyone knew what was going to happen to the next spider, watching him bring out the last spider in anticipation and fear.

Instead of looking at the spider, Aridins watched Moody's wand without blinking. "Avada Kedavra!" roared Moody.

A dazzling green light stabbed people to open their eyes, and at the same time there was a chaotic sound, as if an invisible behemoth was flying through the air - at the same time, the spider turned over and lay on its back on the table. Not the least bit scarred, but undoubtedly dead.

A few muffled gasps came from the classroom, as if the exclamation had been blocked.

Moody waved his wand again, and the dead spider disappeared.

"This is the Avada Kedavra Curse. There is no solution to the curse, and there is no way to resist it. If you are hit, there is only one result, death, which is not good." Moody said calmly: "The Avada Kedavra Curse needs to be very powerful. as a basis for your magical powers—you can all pull out your wands, point them at me, and say this spell, and I doubt I'll get more than a nosebleed. But that's okay. I'm here to teach you how to spell— —No, not you, Selwyn, put your wand down."

Moody looked at Eredinth, who was about to test the Kelvin on him now.

"Okay...these three spells—Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus—are called the Unforgivable Curses. Using any one of them on a human would be enough in Azka Ben's in prison for life. Now, get out your quill... and write this down..."