"You may be wondering why you are treated differently from other academies. Tianlai Novels www.⒉3txt.com" Moody glanced majestically at the students around him, "That's because your elders and seniors are not worthy enough. "
At this time, Moody showed a grinning expression, which seemed inexplicably cruel. "If you have heard of me, you will know that half of the prisoners in Azkaban are filled by me."
At this time, Moody's tone became more and more complacent, maybe he recalled something, maybe that period of glory days that did not belong to him
"But what you don't know is that half of those prisoners are from Slytherin, which is the house you are in." Now, no matter whether it is Moody's normal eyeball or the weird magic eye, Exuding a frightening aura, the group of Slytherin students all felt a sense of hostility.
"This class is specially aimed at correcting your thoughts. Some of your parents are not necessarily decent people. I doubt that under their education, what kind of stuff my current students will be. I don't know. I don’t want to teach a group of dark wizards to use the skills they learned from me to do evil.”
He paused here. "Of course, what I don't even want is that one day I need to personally arrest the students I have taught." Moody said meaningfully.
"This is prejudice!" A student stood up and said loudly.
"If you insist on saying that, then I don't mind if you think so. Also, I now suspect that your widow mother, who has remarried seven times, is suspected of murder to obtain the man's assets through inheritance. There are also many wills. Doubt, I’ll go back and investigate it another day, Mr. Brace.” Moody gave him a hard look, and the student seemed to be frightened, and immediately sat back in his seat, sweating profusely, daring not to speak any more In a word.
"Next, I'm going to do some small tests for you. You just need to answer me yes or no. It's very simple. I hope you can answer truthfully."
While talking, Moody unknowingly took out a small gadget from his arms, which looked very weird, it looked a bit like a golden TV antenna, but it was twisted very badly, and it kept emitting a light buzzing sound. Voice.
"Hmm." Moody pretended to look carefully, looking at the small object in his hand, with a tone of approval in his voice.
"Dark Arts Detector, you'll like it," he said.
"This little thing is very useful. It will vibrate when it detects plots and lies." Then Moody shook his head slightly. It's a pity that your principal doesn't allow me to use Veritaserum. That's right, it's to deal with criminals of. "
"So, I settled for second best and picked my own gadget."
"Not!" Moody yelled suddenly.
"Have you used black magic, which is strictly prohibited at Hogwarts, at home or outside the campus in the past?"
"No. No." The boy stood up abruptly and stammered.
The antenna suddenly started humming.
"You're lying, I'll give you another chance." Moody scolded in a rough voice.
"I...I'm..." Afterwards, the poor student seemed to have been robbed of his mind, and he did all the tricks like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, and even added some categories that were not what Moody asked, such as other pranks, Even the trivial things like peeking at other people's test papers during the final exam last semester were clearly explained.
"Heh." Moody didn't know what kind of mood came from, but he actually laughed.
"Next." He fixed his eyes, wrote and drew with a quill pen on the roster, and then said.
The student sat back on his seat limply. He suspected that he would be taken away at any moment.
The class that followed seemed to be a trial session, with each and every student crying bitterly and confessing their crimes.
"Draco Malfoy." At this moment Moody called him by name.
"This is so boring." Malfoy sighed, he didn't expect Moody's first class to be so simple and rude, and stood up at the same time to answer Moody's question.
"What do you want to ask? As far as I am concerned, your current identity is a teacher, not an Auror. Even an Auror, your duty is only to arrest black wizards, not to judge. What's more, there is no A courtroom, not a classroom." Malfoy confronted.
"You dare to contradict me?" Moody's expression became ferocious, as if Malfoy had violated his taboo.
"Boy, don't think that you can do whatever you want after you helped me last year. I don't want to eat that. Don't expect me to be merciful." Moody said a little viciously, and the wooden artificial leg kept making clicking noises. An invisible pressure was exerted on the student in front of him.
Malfoy's eyes are still firmly looking at Moody, but his heart is not as heavy and facing an enemy as he appears on the surface. He fully understands what "Moody" wants to do at this time. This man His eyes were full of jokes, as if he was laughing at the group of soft-legged shrimp-like students present.
But only Malfoy, who dared to look at Moody, could see this clearly. The other students had long since lost the courage to look at him and confront him.
"Hey, don't regret it, even though Dumbledore asked me to treat you kindly, but I still don't mind crossing the line a little bit to teach you a lesson, how about it, I haven't used Transfiguration for a long time, and my hands are a little bit Got it, want to try it, Mr. Malfoy." Moody stamped his cane, "How about the ferret, I think it suits you very well."
"I'm just fighting for our rights." Malfoy said without giving in, his gray eyes and the terrifying magic eye were silently staring at each other. "If you insist on using this method to cross the border and exercise rights that do not belong to you, I can only resist." Malfoy drew his wand from behind at this time, and made a posture of preparing for a duel.
"Oh." After a moment of silent confrontation, Moody suddenly let out a chuckle, and the students in the seats thought he was angrily laughing. Just when everyone thought that the battle between the students and the teacher was about to start, a piece of A surprising thing happened.
Moody actually started to applaud, his eyes full of approval.
"This is what I really want to teach you today. Dare to resist authority. At some point in the future, you may encounter enemies with more power and power than you, but at that time, I don't want you to be caught without a fight." , the key to Defense Against the Dark Arts is largely the same as the trick used by the Dark Arts, and that is willpower."
Moody said in a low voice.
"Today, I obviously violated your **, students, who is not curious about some curses? But this is actually not the reason why I can abuse you by lynching."
"You should know how to resist authority when the time is right. When the real dark wizard threatens your safety, will you still obey my unreasonable demands like today?"
"Your performance barely passed today, and Mr. Malfoy stepped forward to keep you from being wiped out." Moody nodded.
"Of course, what I said at the beginning is not just for display. As a teacher, I also hope that you will go on the right path. I hope you can keep in mind that besides Azkaban, there is also a prison called Nurmengard. Inscribed on the stele of the 1990s is this sentence—the man who said it for the greater good is now dying alone in that prison, killing the few days he has left."
"Position is very important, um, very important." Moody shook his head and repeated again, "Your choices will determine whether what you do is meaningful." Moody said meaningfully.
"Okay, that's it for this class." Moody and the Slytherin students heard a muffled bell at the same time, so he announced that the get out of class was over.
Except for Malfoy, all the students present breathed a sigh of relief, this lesson left a deep impression on them.
"By the way, there is one more thing." When Moody's artificial leg stepped out of the classroom threshold first, his hoarse voice suddenly sounded, which startled everyone.
"For those students who took the initiative to admit their mistakes just now, I will pick a few I still have an impression of and talk to the vice principal. She must be very interested in it. Cheating on exams? Plagiarizing homework? Oh, it's really interesting." Moody's There was a rare smile on his face, and the wrinkles and scars on his face were crowded together, looking abnormally distorted, but he himself seemed to enjoy it.