Chapter 151

"Yes, I heard that his name is...Molan, Sebastian Moran." He pretended to be racking his brains to show that he wanted to express himself.

He stared at the professor, hoping to hear something useful from him.

"It turns out it's him..." Moody's magical blue eyes turned around, and his twisted face was filled with hesitation, "Boy, are you really sure that person's name is Sebastian? Moran?"

This was the first time that the students saw that such a tough guy could show fear and regret.

They invariably focused their attention on Nietzsche, conjuring up some thrilling images in their minds.

The impression of this man lingered in Nietzsche's mind. In the few encounters he had, he could tell that the other party was an unscrupulous and decisive careerist - if he could beat him, he would kill him, and if he couldn't beat him, he would run away. .

He is an enemy who is dedicated to his goal and never hesitates to fight.

This kind of super high quality can only be trained by Aurors.

"Is it a Death Eater?" The one who raised her hand was a strong girl like a bear. She was Bosted who was hanging out with Daphne.

"Death Eaters?" Moody smiled, and the wounds on his face made him look weird. "The relationship between Death Eaters and him is that of pure prey and hunter. When he was once an Auror, he was famous. Very cruel."

Nietzsche noticed that he glanced vaguely towards Malfoy.

"You mean 'once', why did he leave the Ministry of Magic?" Nietzsche asked.

Former Auror, wounds that cannot be healed, lameness...the combination of these factors makes Moody's first reaction one of fierceness.

But once this kind of person starts to fall into memories, the whole atmosphere in the classroom becomes a bit scary. Professor Moody walks to the window with a cane, and the gray tone of the sky is his opening statement.

"Although the mission of the Aurors is to capture dark wizards, we all try to avoid casualties and do not kill if we can. However, this rule does not exist for Moran. He likes to chase and kill..."

He scratched the air several times viciously, imitating the movements of a cat catching a mouse.

Then he changed the topic and asked a question: "Do you know why the Department of Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic has this unwritten rule?"

"Because killing too many lives will distort the wizard's mind and gradually degenerate?" Nietzsche answered uncertainly.

"Slytherin plus five points... Yes, that's the truth. Unless the dark wizard kills him, the Auror will retaliate... But Moran won't. Even if the other party begs for mercy and surrenders, he will kill him. Kill each other."

Moody suddenly turned around and walked quickly to Nietzsche, his footsteps very hasty.

Theodore and others next to Nietzsche, under this pressure, held the chairs with both hands and began to lean back unconsciously, holding their breath and immersed in the situation described by the professor.

"But there is such a person...you...can actually survive from his hands..."

"The reason he left the Executive Department was because he was crazy?" Nietzsche frowned.

He only remembered Moran's extreme calmness, and it was difficult to imagine that the other party was a madman.

"It's not that simple. The reason why he was expelled from Auror is because he did not recognize the results of the Ministry of Magic's trial. After the war, he ignored the laws of the Ministry of Magic and continued to kill those dark wizards...killing too many."

Moody rubbed his nose in annoyance, took out his wine bottle, took a sip, and staggered back to the podium.

The story ended, but Nietzsche was not satisfied with this, but he also understood that Professor Moody would not continue telling it.

To be honest...he suddenly didn't understand, and he actually showed some approval towards Moran, and even gradually began to understand the reason why the other party attacked the Ministry of Magic---it was more or less a personal grudge.

While Moody was lecturing, Grindelwald quietly leaned toward Nietzsche's desk.

"At that time, there were many wizards who had an affair with Voldemort. Even the Wizengamot couldn't capture them all, let alone kill them directly. This would seriously damage the wizards' vitality." He pointed out the problem straightforwardly. .

Moran's behavior is undoubtedly to let fear suppress people's fear of Voldemort.

It is true that you kill chickens to scare monkeys, but kill thirty chickens to scare the remaining seventy monkeys...

"No, I feel something is wrong." But Nietzsche couldn't explain, so he could only shake his head and continue to listen to Professor Moody's class.

The professor spent a long time making the atmosphere in the classroom very tense in order to make them tense up and concentrate on what he was going to say next.

"Although I don't know how he survived, not everyone is so lucky. For you, a simple soul-stealing curse is enough to cause a commotion within you." Moody turned around.

He pointed his wand at the student and whispered: "The soul leaves the body!"

Goyle, who was in the back row of the classroom, stood up and suddenly pounced on Crabbe. The two fat men struggled with each other, knocking other people's desks and chairs around.

What's interesting is that even though Goyle's nose was bleeding after being beaten, he didn't stop pumping his fists, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"The Imperius Curse can control people's souls and make others completely under my control... It seems that classmate Gregory Gower's will is not firm, but can you notice it? Can you! One day you will be around People are forced to act!”

Moody suddenly lost his temper and yelled like crazy, startling the students.

They hid behind Nietzsche, like a group of woodchucks, all looking at Grindelwald.

And Grindelwald also enjoyed the look in their eyes - expectant, full of hope, as if he was the only choice, he was the savior of this classroom... Nietzsche heard a laugh coming from Grindelwald .

'Riddle is laughing again. ’ thought Nietzsche.

"Okay~ Look at you guys, the Imperius Curse is already the easiest to guard against among the Unforgivable Curses." Grindelwald snapped his fingers, and Galton suddenly woke up.

He looked at the professor and classmates blankly, and rolled on the ground holding his nose.

"Who hit me?"

"You hit me suddenly!" Crabbe kicked him away and sat further away unsteadily.

Moody was stunned by this move. He didn't even react. The Imperius Curse was lifted so easily.

But this is not over yet. In this vicious field of black magic, Grindelwald has always been the best. His proud skills quickly attracted everyone's attention.

"The Imperius Curse is not as good as the Coma Curse for those with a strong will. You have to rely on your brain... to force yourself to wake up from your sleep!"

But this is just a small episode, and it does not prevent Moody from introducing the other two unforgivable curses.

"Then do any of you know about the Cruciatus Curse and the Death Curse? Huh?" The professor was very annoyed by Grindelwald's interruption. He sneered and said, "The Cruciatus Curse, you can tell how cruel it is just by hearing the name..."

No one dared to look into his eyes, for fear that they would become the next experiment for a curse.

In the following time, they all focused on taking notes. The Slytherins did not show any displeasure with Moody's dark magic, even Goyle, who had just been controlled - they were in awe of the professor.

After they walked out of the classroom, they started excitedly discussing the Imperius Curse.

Chapter 223: Riddle’s laughter is particularly harsh

Students who have taken Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class are not that interested in other classes. They always talk about the Unforgivable Curse, talk about it with relish, and imitate the professor and repeat the activities of dark wizards. .

And Moody also fulfilled his promise - he would keep an eye on Malfoy, and any troubles caused by dark magic demonstrations in class would always appear next to Malfoy.

"Maybe I should be prepared to deal with it..." Hermione, who had also finished class, carried a few books on Muggle Studies and headed to the eighth floor.

After she heard about the content of Moody's class, she first doubted it, and then believed it.

To be honest, it is not without benefits to learn about the Imperius Curse, Cruciatus Curse and Killing Curse early. I heard that some graduates cannot even cast the standard Ironclad Curse.

"Compared to you, I think Harry Potter will be remembered by Professor Moody." Nietzsche comforted, "Don't forget his influence among wizards. He is a symbol of victory and hope."

"Maybe he would prefer being first in his grade."

"Then you should hope that you won't be liked, in case of the Cruciatus Curse..."

"Oh~ don't worry about that." Hermione said confidently as she jumped up and down the corridor on the eighth floor. "Since the Patronus became physical, the influence of the Cruciatus Curse has been very weak on me. I have always been in good spirits. "

The two came to the Room of Requirement. Sirius Black, who hid here last year, was gone. Therefore, it became their secret base--even the Marauder's Map couldn't see it.

Nietzsche piled the basilisk scales on the edge of the hearth and began to build the remaining parts of the armor and the helmet.

The weak fierce fire slowly melted the scales and poured them into the mold. The temperature in the entire room began to rise due to the creation of the armor, which made Hermione, who was sitting by the bookshelf and looking through the white magic notes, start to sweat.

She took off her school robe, leaving only her knee-length plaid kilt and white shirt.

"The Ministry of Magic thinks the Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup was just a...prank?" Hermione opened the latest newspaper and read it carefully.

The sound of the "Prophet Newspaper" being crumpled made Nietzsche look away from her bent calves.

At this time, a girl appeared in the portrait hanging on the fireplace. She looked at the two people sitting here, grinned, and said hesitantly: "Principal Dumbledore is looking for you."

After saying that, Nietzsche and Hermione ran away shyly before they could reply.

This is not the first time he has seen this girl. Last year, she often came to the Room of Requirement, and the position of the portrait would not change with the changes in the room, as if it was the only fixture here.

But at the same time, he had not seen this mysterious girl anywhere else in the school.

"She ran away before she could even say the password," said Hermione.

It was already night when the two walked out of the Room of Requirement, but they did not need a password because the gargoyle at the entrance automatically jumped aside when it saw the two coming.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore was pacing back and forth in front of the stove worriedly, his hands behind his back.

The most surprising thing was Riddle who was released. When he saw the two people coming in, he pretended to be a gentleman and bowed slightly. Unfortunately, Hermione didn't take this trick.

"You are finally here." Dumbledore just paused for a moment, then continued walking, "The situation is a bit tense now... Want some butterbeer? Forget it, it's not good to eat something too sweet at night... "

He looked like a weird old man talking to himself. Nietzsche and Hermione rarely saw the principal showing such a panic.

Looking around the office, I found that there was no one else here except Riddle. Even the wall with portraits of past headmasters was covered by a magic curtain.

"By the way, how is your Patronus Charm?" Dumbledore suddenly asked again.

"My Patronus is Phoenix, Nietzsche's... he is still practicing." Every time Hermione mentioned this, her head would unconsciously raise.

"You called them here just to ask about learning?" Riddle didn't give him any face at all.

"I've said it many times, this is not just about learning, but a way to fight Voldemort." Dumbledore was very calm about his rudeness, "Love... not only do they need to understand, you also need..."

Riddle rolled his eyes, came to Nietzsche very familiarly, and separated Hermione from the corner.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that Dumbledore can find Voldemort's soul, in addition to me, there is another one."

"Where?"

"Not where, but 'who'."

But Hermione and Nietzsche didn't understand the difference for a while.

Headmaster Dumbledore hesitated and took out a few pieces of letter paper and chocolate from his pocket. The sender was Sirius Black.

He said slowly: "During the summer vacation, Sirius told me that Harry said he started to have a headache and dreamed of Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew... He said he saw it kill a Muggle."

"Prophecy?" Hermione guessed.

They personally handed Peter Pettigrew to Fudge, and then he was taken away by Aurors and Dementors.

However, Dumbledore shook his head, which immediately made the mood of the two people fall to the bottom. Obviously, Peter Pettigrew had been rescued by Voldemort or escaped by himself.

"When the Death Eaters attacked the stadium, the Ministry of Magic mobilized a large number of Aurors for support. When they came back, they found that Pettigrew had disappeared." The headmaster explained.

The Death Eaters launched the Dark Mark in the place where wizards were most concentrated to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic. This was not a prank.

"But isn't Azkaban guarded by Dementors?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Is there any difference between Voldemort and Dementors now? No, he has many ways to make Dementors fall."

The office was temporarily quiet, and Nietzsche suddenly realized what Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to express - Voldemort's souls would be connected, and if Harry Potter could know Voldemort's thoughts, it would mean...

He stared at Hermione, both of them were full of disbelief in their eyes.

"You mean---"

"I'm not sure, because this is the worst conclusion."

"What about the Death Eaters who took the opportunity to disrupt the Quidditch World Cup?"

"A misguided house elf, its owner is Barty Crouch, the current Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation." Dumbledore lowered his eyes tiredly and continued, "We need to reconsider the issue of Horcruxes."

Only by destroying the Horcruxes can the soul of Voldemort stored in them be destroyed.

But if it is according to the worst scenario, it means that Harry Potter must die.

Riddle laughed, "That child's fate is really tragic...isn't it? He was lucky and escaped, but in the end, he had to die at the happiest moment. Dumbledore, can he bear it?"

As long as there is a Horcrux, Voldemort will not die.

But the question is, does Dumbledore really dare to do this? It was he who handed Harry Potter to the Dursleys, and it was he who asked Hagrid to bring Harry Potter into the wizarding world...

Although Dumbledore rarely appeared in front of Harry, it must be admitted that he has been watching Harry from behind.

"But you must have a way to call us." Hermione said with courage.

Riddle laughed grimly and crossed his legs. Now, he is the only happy person in this office.

"Yes, that's right, he has a way. His way is to rely on the person he once wanted to kill the most. The reason why Potter can speak Parseltongue is also because of Voldemort!"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and acquiesced to his words.

The meaning is self-evident - if necessary, Riddle needs to use the magic that he cast on Ginny in the second grade on Harry again.

"But unfortunately, what I like to do most is to say to you: No!"