HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Chapter 145 The Three Unforgivable Curses

The laughter all around stopped abruptly.

Moody's magic eyes were still rolling in his eye sockets, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was getting deeper and deeper.

"Does anyone know what the three unforgivable curses are?"

Neville's voice was particularly clear in the suddenly silent classroom.

No one expected that Neville Longbottom, who was usually timid and cowardly and even spoke in a timid manner, seemed like a different person at this moment.

He lowered his eyes, looking abnormally calm.

Cruciatus Curse

"Very good, Cruciatus Curse"

Hearing Neville's words, Moody walked to the podium and took out another spider from the drawer.

“Getting bigger fast”

Ron was terribly afraid of spiders to begin with, and when he saw this, his face turned pale and his body uncontrollably moved towards Harry, wishing he could crawl into Harry's arms.

His lips trembled slightly, and the little good impression he had of Moody disappeared with the appearance of the second spider.

"Why are there spiders again? I've had enough."

"Drilling out the bones"

A red light shot out from the tip of Moody's staff. The spider struggled painfully under this cruel spell. Its once agile legs twitched wildly, and it soon became dying.

The students in the classroom gasped in fear, and several of them covered their eyes, not daring to look anymore.

When the red light hit the spider, Segnus heard Draco gasp.

His face looked even paler, and his cold hands held Cygnus even tighter.

The red light from the wand tip illuminated his trembling eyelashes.

However, Cygnus did not comfort him immediately as usual, but turned her head to look at Draco who was sweating.

He'd also been shaking when the Dark Mark was launched during last year's Quidditch World Cup.

She was waiting, waiting for Draco to get used to it.

She never needs trash around her.

Moody stood there, waiting for a good show.

He knew very well that Neville Longbottom's parents were admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital because they were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. He thought Neville would collapse and cry bitterly.

But Neville's actions were completely unexpected.

At this moment, Neville's eyes were full of red, but there was no trace of cowardice.

Under the guidance of Cygnus and Hermione, he was no longer a cowardly and incompetent person.

On the contrary, he was disgusted by Professor Moody's so-called teaching method.

You know, Segnus's methods are much more cruel than his.

Moody didn't get the expected response and felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and the smile on his face froze.

But after all, he had many years of experience as an Auror, and he quickly adjusted his emotions and regained his composure.

"Very good, our Mr. Longbottom is very brave. I hope that when the next Unforgivable Curse appears, other students will be as brave as Mr. Longbottom."

As he spoke, he waved his wand, shrunk the dying spider, and stuffed it back into the drawer.

"Now, one last spell."

Mad-Eye's evil eye suddenly turned towards me, and that terrifying blue eye stayed on Draco's face for a full three seconds.

Cygnus twirled the emerald ring absentmindedly until Moody looked away in dismay.

This time, Hermione raised her hand high and her name was finally called.

Her voice was soft, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

"Avada Kedavra, Professor Moody"

The moment the green light exploded, Draco's knee hit Sensenas' knee heavily, but this time he didn't tremble violently, and Sensenas was relieved.

Very good, it seems that the heir to Malfoy Manor is not hopeless after all.

The moment the spider was hit by the green light, its whole body immediately became stiff, and its eight legs that were originally moving around also stiffened.

I counted the spider's twitches, and on the third one it began to ooze blue-green fluid.

This was much milder than the Defense Against the Dark Arts manual that Theodore had given Sensei last Christmas—the illustrations in that book even moved.

This forbidden spell is notorious in the wizarding world. There is no way to break it. Anyone hit by it will almost certainly die.

Under its power, only one person escaped.

Everyone's eyes turned to Harry at the same time, or to be more precise, to the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

The Boy-Who-Lived is the only person known to have escaped the Avada Kedavra curse.

Being stared at by so many eyes, Harry felt very uncomfortable and didn't know what to do with his hands and feet.

He really didn't like the feeling of being the center of attention. If possible, he really wanted to give the title of "savior" to Draco. After all, Draco always liked to be the center of attention.

As for me, it would be nice to be Segnus's younger brother, at least it would save me some trouble.

Moody stood on the podium, looking at everyone with a smile on his face: "Now that everyone knows about the Avada Kedavra curse, who can tell me how its effect is different from the other two Unforgivable Curses?"

The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to speak.

Hermione slowly raised her hand again, and when Moody nodded, she stood up.

"The Avada Kedavra curse kills people directly without any painful struggle, while the Cruciatus Curse tortures people and makes them want to die. The Imperius Curse controls people's will."

“That’s a very accurate answer.”

Moody nodded approvingly and continued, "However, I must remind you that if you cast these three Unforgivable Curses on someone and are caught by the Ministry of Magic, you will be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

So don’t even think about trying.”

When he said the last sentence, his eyes always swept over Segnus intentionally or unintentionally.

This made Segnus a little curious. Could it be that he saw her when she was dealing with something?

But then I thought about it and felt that it was impossible. If he really knew, I would have been kissing the Dementors in Azkaban prison.

"Listen up, you little brats! Go back and write me a paper on the Unforgivable Curses on no less than ten inches of parchment."

At this point, he paused for a moment, his eyes swept across everyone, and finally landed on Cygnus, and added again: "Miss Malfoy can only write five inches."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a slight commotion in the classroom.

The classmates looked at Seignus with envy and jealousy, but Seignus just frowned slightly, with a barely perceptible displeasure flashing across his face.

She knew in her heart that Moody's so-called "special treatment" was more of a different kind of temptation than care.

When Moody's heavy footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, the students' hearts finally settled down in their chests.

The classroom suddenly exploded and everyone started complaining.

This was their first memory of Gilderoy Lockhart.

Although he didn't have much ability, at least he couldn't cause any harm to them.

God knows how afraid they were that Professor Moody's wand would accidentally go off.