Slytherin's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this term was pretty late, and they didn't start it until the other houses had their first class. Tian Lai "Fiction www" w. 』⒉3txt. com
According to the characteristics of each house, the Slytherin students should be the most looking forward to this course, their bones are full of fighting desires, so they are all full of curiosity about this Auror, and they are also full of curiosity about what will happen next. Possible courses are full of anticipation.
There is no impenetrable wall in the world, and the content of the course is not something worth keeping secret, so they all knew the content of Moody's class clearly in advance.
The first and second grades are still step-by-step theoretical courses. For the third and fourth grade students, Moody demonstrated the Unforgivable Curse to the students, and the higher grade students also participated in the actual combat with the old Auror, just like It's the same as Professor Lupine's last class last term.
Of course, this old Auror's methods were even more radical. Madam Pomfrey, who was in charge of the students' health, complained—since this teacher took office, the number of injured students has increased a lot.
"This is voluntary." Many students defended their teacher while accepting the lady's treatment with grinning teeth.
Facts have proved that this experienced old Auror possesses sufficient charisma after being transformed into a teacher.
What those students revealed made the Slytherin students very much looking forward to it. The Unforgivable Curse—even for Slytherin House, which has the highest proportion of pure blood members, most of their wizard parents have never used this curse. Scary magic.
It is a rare opportunity to see it with your own eyes.
Those who used this magic should now be serving their normal sentences in Azkaban, or on the run.
Even though other students had said vividly that Mad-Eye didn't know how to use books in class, they still brought their book - "Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense" and waited quietly in the classroom.
"It's ironic." Malfoy stared out the window blankly, waiting for Moody's arrival, feeling a little dispirited,
"Except for Lu Ping, he should be the one with the highest level of teaching all these years?" He thought unconsciously.
If we followed the original trajectory, in the first grade, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was bewitched and possessed by the Dark Lord. Perhaps due to the generous nature, the cruelty of black magic is still not deeply analyzed (perhaps due to the consideration and protection of the age of the students). In the fifth grade, I met a pink toad, and in the sixth grade, it was a pink toad. Snape, (probably proficient in this himself, but Snape has not been very successful in teaching this subject), seventh year is pure Death Eater.
From this point of view, during their seven years at Hogwarts, the third- and fourth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers should be regarded as the two highest-level teachers, and ironically, one of them was a loyal teacher. Geng Geng's Death Eater, another not pure wizard, has to say it's a dark humor.
At this time, Malfoy closed his eyes and began to meditate. The relationship between him and this fake "Moody" was not a complete and sincere cooperation relationship, and there was also "competition" between them.
At least from the analysis of the current situation, both of them urgently need to gain Voldemort's attention and strive for their future status after Voldemort's resurrection. This means that there will be a lot of competition between the two. Made things difficult from Moody's.
He may want to prove in this way that he is the most valuable Death Eater to gain the upper hand in the battle.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the classroom is extremely quiet.
Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps coming down the corridor. He entered the classroom, looking as odd and frightening as ever. They could just see his claw-like wooden foot poking out from under his robes.
"Put these things away," he said gruffly, walking with difficulty to the edge of the podium with a cane, and sat down. "These textbooks. You don't need them."
The students immediately put the books into their schoolbags clearly.
Afterwards, he continued to speak step by step, and Moody seemed quite natural in his transition from an Auror to a teacher. Even though his teaching style was a little wild, the effectiveness was undeniable.
Moody took out the roster, shook his head, his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll the roll. His normal eye moved down the list, and his magical eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered.
"Vincent Crabbe."
"Gregory Goyle."
The two poor students immediately stood up from their chairs and sat down again. Even after being glanced at by this man, they felt cold sweat protruding from their backs.
The disgraceful history of their parents made them feel very guilty.
...
Pansy Parkinson. Moody paused and looked around. "Pansy Parkinson?" ’ Moody read again, ‘Oh, sick. At this time, his normal eyes seemed to see the mark behind, shook his head, and then marked a circle on the roster.
"Draco Malfoy." His husky voice continued.
"Here, Professor Moody." Malfoy said.
Moody's magic eyes began to turn slowly, and the eyes of the two briefly met for a few seconds. The corners of Moody's eyes were a little numb, and then he quickly retracted his gaze, as if nothing had happened.
"Well," Malfoy said when he had finished his answer, "I have a letter from Professor Lupine explaining the course. It seems that you have learned a lot about how to deal with dark magic animals. Less basics—you learned to deal with boggarts, red hoods, hinkpunks, grindylows, kabbas, and werewolves, right?"
The students murmured their agreement.
"But how to deal with spells, you haven't learned enough - not enough," said Moody, "so I'm going to give you a taste of the spells cast among wizards. I have a year to teach you how to deal with the Dark Arts. —”
"But, before that!" Moody's tone was extremely serious at this time.
"I have to talk about other issues first." Moody coughed heavily, and the magic eye trembled, making people uncontrollably nauseous.
The students under the desk began to whisper, which was different from those who had already attended the class.