Chapter 342: The White Lord's Tyranny, True Moody's Defense Against The Dark Arts Class

Chapter 342: The White Lord's Tyranny, True Moody's Defense Against The Dark Arts Class

Moody was an experienced Auror and quickly understood Dumbledore's ideas.

"You want me to penetrate into the enemy's interior and grasp Voldemort's movements?"

For a person like Moody, he would never shy away from calling names that others dared not call, especially in front of Dumbledore and Wayne, and he didn't have to worry about scaring them.

But he ignored Snape's troubled expression.

The three of them spoke to Voldemort one at a time. If he didn't follow, he would look cowardly. Follow him, and he wouldn't scream.

Uncomfortable.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded: "Little Barty's line cannot be broken. Only by relying on him can we control and even influence Voldemort's actions.

"Next, you are Barty Crouch Jr., who plays Moody. We continue to follow Voldemort's ideas and don't let him hide again. When he fails once, he will hide deeper."

"At that time, it will become more difficult."

"I disagree." Before Moody could speak, Snape spoke first. He suppressed his anger and said excitedly: "What on earth do you think? Barty is going to resurrect him! He is going to give Potter to the Dark Lord! Do you want to Become an accomplice?”

"You forgot what you promised me in the first place!"

"I know this is risky." Dumbledore remained calm in the face of Snape's anger: "But if Barty Jr.'s plan is carried out, I will pay attention to it all the way. There will be no problem with Harry's safety.

"Wait a minute." Moody's eyebrows knitted into a knot, making the scars on his face even more hideous: "Snape, what did you just say, that Barty Jr. is going to resurrect Voldemort?"

Moody had just recovered, and before Dumbledore had time to drag out all the secrets inside, he thought Voldemort had been resurrected, and he ordered Barty Jr. and Peter Pettigrew to attack him.

So a few people spent some time to let Moody figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

"A very bold plan..." Moody's one eye looked deeply at Dumbledore: "Albus, are you so sure that he will recover?"

Dumbledore sighed slightly: "Voldemort has mastered a lot of dark magic. He is an out-and-out genius, pushing many fields to ten unprecedented heights...

He didn't want too many people to know about the Horcrux, but this plan required the cooperation of Moody and Snape, so he reluctantly revealed some information. 19

Moody felt horrified and inexplicable. Several Horcruxes... Is this something a human can do?

"So, rather than letting uncontrollable events occur in the future, it is better for us to complete all this."

"I'm already old, and I don't have time to spend time with him." The old man's eyes were deep, and he unconsciously exuded a heavy aura, which made both of them breathless.

"Resurrect him, then kill him completely."

Wayne held his chin up and stared at Fox in a daze. Snape suddenly turned to look at him: "Lawrence, what do you think?"

"See with your eyes." Wayne yawned, "It's up to you to decide. I can provide some technical support."

"What technology?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Does beating Voldemort violently or killing him count?"

All three of them were silent.

Well, it is indeed a technical job

"I'm looking forward to that day." Dumbledore smiled, "In the duel between the two most outstanding students in the school, I believe you can win.

"It's easy to defeat him, but it's troublesome to kill him." Wayne shook his head and said nothing more.

"I agree." Moody agreed concisely.

As for Snape, he was still hesitating, but Lao Deng was known as the White Devil, and he was sometimes very domineering, and it was difficult to change his decisions.

Snape now didn't have the ability or value to make him change his mind.

In the end, Snape could only slam the door angrily and leave.

Moody took Barty Crouch Jr. away, and before leaving, he asked Wayne for a bottle of enhanced truth serum to facilitate the extraction of information.

Originally, Wayne was also going to leave. After Moody agreed to Dumbledore's plan, his major system event was completely completed, and he was ready to go back to draw a wave of prizes, but Phineas suddenly spoke:

"Lawrence boy, please wait a moment, I haven't told you what happened last time.

Wayne stood under the portrait: "Then tell me."

"Wait a moment." Phineas said, looking at Dumbledore who was still sitting there:

"The next topic is not suitable for you to listen to. You can go out."

Dumbledore:"???"

He is the owner of this office, right?

"Why are you still standing there, Dumbledore? What follows is a private matter of our Black family, and you are not suitable to listen to it." Phineas urged again impatiently.

Although they have to be used by the current principal, they will also have autonomy when the interests of the school are not involved, and they are not the principal's servants.

Being so disgusted, Lao Deng helplessly shook his head and went downstairs to eat.

When he went out, Phineas couldn't wait to say: "Lawrence boy, you are not honest!"

Wayne raised his eyebrows: "Phineas, you must provide evidence when you speak, otherwise I will sue you for defamation. Why can't I be honest?"

"I helped you solve Sirius' case, and I didn't promise you anything other than this, right?"

"Who said you solved it?" Phineas' beard stood up in anger: "Didn't we agree at the beginning that you would watch Sirius continue the bloodline of the Black family?"

"Now that he has adopted Potter as his godson, he has no intention of getting married and having children."

"What's the difference between this and Jue Si?!"

Wayne looked at him speechlessly: "At first, you said that if Sirius was still a criminal, I could do this for you, but now that he is completely free, I still want to be his matchmaker?"

"If you want descendants, go and tell your great-great-grandson not to come to me."

"That traitor didn't listen to me at all." Phineas puffed his beard and glared angrily: "Wayne, how about you help me again, drugging that kid, a love potion, a love potion, anything.

"Goodbye, farewell, I can't help you." Wayne walked out of the room without looking back.

Ignoring Phineas's yelling.

Even love potions are out...

The product of the last love potion was Tom Riddle, a guy who was born with no idea of ​​what love is. If Sirius took it and created a Tom Black, he wouldn't be able to survive?

Arriving at the auditorium, Wayne took Astoria to the suitcase world, and after a while the two of them world.

Fu Loli complained about the increasing amount of homework recently, which reduced her sleep time by half an hour.

Wayne helped her think about it. Professor McGonagall was difficult to deal with. If she wanted to reduce the burden, she had to start with Professor Flitwick. As long as she performed at a higher level, not to mention full exemption, half of the burden would not be a problem.

There is also Potions class. Astoria has a good talent and doesn't need to do so many boring homework.

But you have to wait, wait until Snape has almost used up the materials, and then beg him again.

Wayne told Fu Loli his thoughts, and the girl clapped her hands happily.

Suddenly, Astoria's little eyes rolled, "How about we steal the materials back, so that the professor will soon beg you for help."

Wayne pinched her cheek dumbfounded. This was the first time he discovered Astoria's Slytherin traits. He couldn't even think of such a bad way.

The young couple lingered for a while before Wayne sent the reluctant Astoria back to the dormitory.

Then he returned to the small world of the suitcase and opened the gift package given by the big event.

He originally thought that such a simple task would not yield anything good, but the result surprised him.

[Resolute Talent——Aftershock: Gives the host the power of the earth. After contacting the earth, the recovery speed of magic power increases. When the power of the earth surrounds the body, the physical and chemical resistance will be greatly improved. (Note: After collecting all the resolute runes, the talent quality will change.)]

It's not the talent he most expected to improve physical strength and life essence, but Aftershock is pretty good, and its current quality is epic, and it's a gold-level rune.

Standing on the ground, he felt that his strength was much stronger. In a flash, the green shield wrapped him tightly.

Looking at this special effect, Wayne's eyelids twitched and he decided to use it sparingly in the future.

The week passed quickly. During the two days of the weekend, Wayne made a lot of galleons and points. The temptation of double the first deposit was not too great. He made nearly a thousand galleons just by selling cards. Several people paid for tuition, and the points they had on hand suddenly exceeded the 30,000 mark.

But he didn't draw the card directly, he just saved it.

I am going to digest a lot of inheritance and templates in my body first.

Recently, he has been focusing on the classification of souls in black magic, and wants to further understand the most mysterious souls.

Thursday morning.

The fourth grade students finally had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The students arrived early and wanted to see what Moody, who is known as the strongest Ao Ling, will teach him.

As the bell rang, Moody limped into the classroom on his prosthetic legs.

Hannah was reading the textbook "The Power of Darkness: Self-Defense Guide" when Moody stopped in front of her, his blue demonic eyes rolling around, making Hannah's face turn pale with fright.

"Put this thing away, you won't need it.

The students put their books into their schoolbags, and Ronald looked very excited.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head and began to call names. His normal eye moved down the name, while his magic eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered.

"Okay." When the last student finished answering, he said, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin, introducing the situation of this course, and he praised you all."

Many people had smiles on their faces, but they heard Moody growl:

"But I think that's because his requirements for you are too low. You are in fourth grade and can only deal with some simple dark creatures. You don't know how to deal with orthodox wizards at all!"

"This world is not that dangerous." Dean Thomas muttered and complained, and Moody's magic eyes locked on him:

"Thomas, could you please explain the riots at the Quidditch World Cup?"

Thomas was speechless when asked, and many people subconsciously looked at Wayne.

The boy had no reaction at all.

"Never underestimate the dangers around you." Moody suddenly softened his voice:

"In the first grade, you have a Death Eater professor. In the second grade, there was a basilisk attack. In the third grade, Black is innocent, but if he is really a criminal, he may be more dangerous than the first two, because He is smarter."

After Moody said this, many people realized that they actually lived in such dire straits.

"Even so, Hogwarts is still known as the safest place in the UK because Dumbledore is here and there are many outstanding professors.

"You never know when two people will suddenly jump out and attack you." Moody paused here and clenched his fists: "So, always stay vigilant. This is responsible for your personal safety."

"It's time to open your eyes and see the world

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The atmosphere in the classroom instantly became much more serious.

Moody felt a little tired from standing, so he sat directly on the chair and used crutches:

"This semester, your main learning content is spells, spells that can really be used in battle, and various breaking spells."

"Logically speaking, if you are in sixth grade, I shouldn't tell you what the illegal Dark Demon Week looks like, because you are still in a young grade and cannot deal with it."

"Not including you, Wayne." Moody added an additional sentence. Toby and Norman wanted to laugh, but as soon as their mouths split, the magic eye looked over, and their expressions instantly froze.

Moody ignored them and continued, "But I feel that the Ministry of Magic has underestimated your ability to accept. I am not teaching you black magic, but I am asking you to

We realize what exactly black magic is. "

"Let's play a game." Moody said something that was very inconsistent with his style.

"Although I am an Auror and have never been a judge in the Department of Legal Enforcement, I still know a lot about the length of sentences for black magic."

"Next, if you name a kind of black magic, I will tell you how long you will be sentenced after using it."

All of a sudden, everyone was interested and eager to try.

"Who comes first?" Moody scanned the room.

Hermione raised her arms high.

"Miss Granger."

"Can we also say the three unforgivable curses?"

Many wizard students are exciters.

"Of course." Moody encouraged: "It's very representative. Please name one."

"Then let's use the Killing Curse." Hermione thought for a moment and threw the King Bomb directly.

Moody's crutch hit the ground hard, and a picture flew out of the book he took, enlarged and pasted on the blackboard.

The picture was filled with wizards, who were besieging a hooded man. Suddenly a green light flashed, forming a green lightning. All of a sudden, there were five wizards silently attacking.

fell to the ground.

Everyone felt their scalps numb, and Harry felt a dull pain in his forehead, and a picture emerged.

Moody's voice sounded: "Back then, the Ministry of Magic sent hundreds of combatants to capture the Dark Lord. This is a record based on the memories of people in the world.

The timid little wizard lowered his head and trembled.

"The killing curse is the only fatal spell among the three unforgivable curses. If you use it, no matter whether you hit someone or not, you will stay in Azkaban for the rest of your life."

Moody thought for a while, "There used to be a regulation in the Ministry of Magic, proposed by Crouch. After encountering a Death Eater using the Unforgivable Curse, Aurors could also use such a spell to commit suicide."

We fought back, but unfortunately it has been abolished now. "1

Anyone can hear the regret in his words.

At this time, Neville stood up tremblingly: "Professor, there is also the Cruciatus Curse."

Moody stared at him: "Are you Frank and Alice's child?"

Neville nodded.

"They were once my students, but they only received Auror training for a few years after graduation. I believe you will be proud of them, right?"

Neville's eyes turned red and he nodded heavily.

"Sit down, child. Although it is not fatal, the severity is the same as the killing curse. Anyone who hurts your parents will stay in Azkaban for the rest of their lives."

Neville sat down and was silent for two seconds. When no one got up, Ronald suddenly stood up:

"Professor, Slug Curse."

"What?" Moody seemed not to hear clearly and asked again.

"Slugs, the spell is——EatSlugs!" Ronald said loudly.

Moody fell into a deep silence, until Ronald's face turned as red as his hair, Tuanshi said:

"Next time, you sit at the children's table."