Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Ron sat down with a flushed face, burying his head deeply in his arms. Moody stopped the little wizard who was about to stand up and said loudly:

"I hope you can distinguish the difference between Charm, Curse, Jinx and Hex."

"Before answering the question, use your brain first, don't appear stupid!"

After he finished speaking, Ron buried his head even lower, and the others looked at Moody blankly, not understanding what he was saying at all.

"Damn..."

Moody cursed inwardly: "You really don't know anything? Didn't the previous professor tell you?"

Except for Hermione and Wayne, everyone else shook their heads subconsciously.

In their cognition, a spell is a spell, which can be divided into illegal black magic and legal white magic at most.

"Damn it." Moody stood up irritably: "I don't know what you have learned in the past few years. It's only been a few decades, and Hogwarts has regressed so much."

"No wonder the new Aurors are getting worse and worse."

"Okay, gentlemen and ladies, the teaching plan has changed. Before learning these spells, you must have a sufficient understanding of the classification of spells to determine whether you are on the road to Azkaban."

The classroom was silent, and everyone looked at Moody eagerly. This was an aspect they had never touched before.

Under the expectation of everyone, Moody finally spoke.

"Except for Transfiguration and some special unpopular categories, all spells can basically be classified into four categories."

"First is the charm. This type of spell does not change the original properties of the object, such as the Levitation Charm, the Flying Charm, the Fire Charm, and the Freezing Charm. They are all ordinary spells."

Seamus, who had just recovered from his injury, shuddered when he heard the Flying Charm.

"Secondly, there is the Jinx. This type of spell is the lowest level of damage type spell, such as the Hanging Bell, the Tripping Charm, and the Dancing Charm, which will not cause serious damage."

"Then there is the Hex." At this point, Moody glanced at Ron, who had raised his head and listened carefully.

"The Slug Curse that Weasley just mentioned is a poison curse. This type of magic has stronger consequences than the evil curse, but it is still easy to deal with, and usually has a solution. Most of them can be removed by the almighty Curse Stop."

"Now, Mr. Weasley, do you understand? If you are imprisoned in Azkaban even for using poison curses, it will burst."

Ron lowered his head in shame.

Next, Moody took a deep breath and his face became serious: "Finally... it's a curse."

"I want to make it clear that not all curses are black magic. The petrifying curse and the coma curse are curses, but black magic must be a curse. I hope you can understand this."

A group of little heads nodded repeatedly

Moody said so much in one breath, and took out his own wine flask and took a sip.

"Now, tell us all the dark magic you know."

Soon, someone stood up and said the Imperius Curse.

"Yes, the last of the three remedial forgiveness spells, but the cost of using this spell is lower, not because the harm is low, but because it is too difficult to obtain evidence."

"Whether someone has been cursed by the Imperius Curse is a state that is difficult to judge. In the past, many minions of the Dark Lord lied that they were cursed by the Imperius Curse and escaped trial."

"Malfoy is it." Ron whispered, "His father donated a large sum of gold to the Ministry of Magic, and nothing happened."

Harry nodded imperceptibly and suddenly stood up: "Professor, I also know the Corrosion Curse."

Moody nodded, "It's a very common dark magic. If you use it alone, you won't be sent to Azkaban. If you hurt someone, you will be sentenced according to the injury, with a minimum of three months and a maximum of five years."

Harry sat down with some regret. He wanted to use this spell to send Malfoy away in one go, but it seems that there is no chance.

"Skull Bloating Curse!" Susan Bones summoned up her courage and said the name of a spell.

"It's a very evil spell. If it is used on a person, even if no one is killed, the person will be imprisoned for more than five years."

Moody sighed slightly and glanced at the class.

Another son of an old friend!

The Bones family is really full of loyal martyrs.

Except for that living fossil, the only one still alive in Susan Bones' parents' generation is Amelia Bones, and the rest were all brutally killed by Voldemort's men.

Susan's parents died from the cruel spell of the Skull Bloating Curse. Compared with the clean and neat Avada Kedavra, this spell is obviously more torturous.

Although Neville's parents didn't die, they were tortured to insanity, and Ron...

His mother Molly was from the Prewett family, also one of the 28 pure-blood families, and two of them were killed by Death Eaters...

Moody's eyes dimmed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal after seeing too many life and death.

"Gut-pulling Curse"

"Three years."

"Poison Mist Curse."

"Six months."

"Plague Curse."

"Depends on the number of deaths, there is no upper limit."

"Bone-pulling Curse."

"One year."

"Fire Curse."

Suddenly, the classroom was quiet, and Moody's magic eye also looked at the student who said the Fire Curse.

"Mr. Sherlock, you said a very dangerous spell."

Norman shrank his neck: "I don't know much, but I heard someone say that this spell is very scary and very similar to the fire spell Wayne used in the World Cup."

After that, he quickly added: "Wayne, I'm not saying that you used the Fiendfyre, I just said it's very similar."

"I know." Wayne smiled: "WhenThere were so many Aurors at that time, I dare not use it. "

Hannah was shocked: "You really can do it."

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Wayne denied it three times directly. He is a good boy, how could he use black magic.

Moody laughed directly and believed him.

Then he saw the students' trusting expressions and was speechless.

It's really a ghost!

Do they trust Wayne so much?

"The Fiery Curse is indeed very dangerous. This danger is not only for your enemies, but also for yourself."

"Because this spell is very difficult to control, even well-trained Aurors find it difficult to do it. They can only watch the fire spread and devour themselves and the enemy."

"So, if you are not ready to die with the enemy, don't think about using this spell. "

Parvati Patil asked curiously: "What type of spell did Wayne use? The one on the cover of the newspaper."

As she said that, she actually took out the "Daily Prophet" of that day.

Wayne's eyelids twitched wildly. These people must be sick. They still carry such old newspapers with them.

He was not the only one who had this idea. Many people looked at Parvati strangely. She also realized that her behavior was a bit... perverted. She explained embarrassedly: "I think this photo is very handsome, so I have kept it."

Hermione pinched the boy quietly, and her little face puffed up.

Wayne was also innocent. What does this have to do with him?

"That spell..." Moody pondered for a moment: "The prototype is an ancient magic called Vulcan Opens the Way, which does not belong to the current spell classification system. And I have read the introduction in the report, which also uses the magic mimicry and deformation technique. ”

“If you insist, this is a combination spell that applies the theories of spells and transfiguration at the same time.”

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The two-session class came to an end before we knew it. When the bell rang, Moody assigned this week’s homework - each student should write an article to analyze in detail how to deal with the black magic just mentioned with the spells they currently mastered, two feet long.

The little wizards reluctantly walked out of the classroom.

Although this class was all about chatting and Moody did not teach any new spells, there was no one People feel bored.

It's really like what the sixth graders said, Moody is really something.

And he has a temperament that the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors didn't have.

Rather than saying that this is a course to introduce dark magic, it's better to say that it's a popularization of law. Moody also teaches some skills on how to beat people badly without going to Azkaban.

This is really too cruel.

At the same time, it also lets the young wizards know what consequences those cruel dark magics will cause.

"I dare say Malfoy and the others must be more interested in the Dark Arts." After leaving the classroom, Ron said to Harry: "He mentioned more than once that he almost went to Durmstrang."

"What happened there?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Durmstrang teaches the Dark Arts." Ron whispered.

Harry was shocked: "Isn't it illegal to use the Dark Arts? Isn't it illegal in Durmstrang?"

"It's just that teaching is not illegal. Just like my dad, I'm sure he knows a few Dark Arts."

Ron was not surprised by this: "Those Slytherin students must have mastered more, but they just don't dare to use them."

"I don't know if the students of Durmstrang will be very powerful in this Holy Grail War." Harry thought of the competition in the near future and was a little worried.

Although he couldn't participate in the competition, he still hoped that Hogwarts could win.

In the classroom, Wayne stayed at the end and looked at Moody beside him and asked:

"How do you feel?"

"Very simple stupidity." Moody commented sharply on Harry, "I heard from Dumbledore that you have given him two years of tutoring, how come he is still at this level?"

Wayne also spread his hands: "Harry is a practical player, as for the theory... you can treat him as if he has none."

This is the standard configuration of most protagonists, extraordinary combat intuition, and below-average knowledge reserves, so that the supporting roles can play some role and shine.

It's a pity that Hermione, as a think tank, has been poached by Wayne, so now Harry is still stupid and cute, and doesn't understand a lot of common sense.

"Can you really become the winner of the Holy Grail War like this?" Moody was a little worried that he would not be able to complete Dumbledore's task.

"That depends on whether you are willing to help." Wayne smiled, and suddenly thought of something, and said: "By the way, don't be too obvious in your help to him, it will have the opposite effect."

Moody asked curiously: "What?"

"He has been tricked by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor three times, and now Barty wants to trick him for the fourth time. Even if he is a pig, he should be vigilant."

After saying that, Wayne left, leaving Moody still thinking.

After a long time, the old Auror sighed and shook his head.

"This unlucky child..."

After lunch, Hermione went to the arithmetic divination class. Qiu happened to have no class, so Wayne took Qiu to upgrade the Beauty Fountain.

"Recently I have conceived several new magic patterns that can make the water purer and shrink pores."

While using a carving knife and metal solution to transform the inside of the fountain, Wayne explained to Qiu the meaning and use of each magic pattern, and received the admiring gaze of the girl.

Well, in fact, these magic patterns are not very useful. The most important thing is the inheritance of the tide-calling mermaid.

Water can not only stir up storms, but also the source of life. After being strengthened, long-term use of the spring water of the Beauty Spring can slow down the speed of aging.degree, which can be regarded as a benefit that Wayne gave to his classmates.

However, he did not add the functions of treating acne and removing blackheads.

First, it is too troublesome, and second, he still relies on this to make money.

After listening to his idea, Qiu also agreed: "I think it is a good idea. Marietta and Freya discuss beauty potions and skin care every day, and most of their pocket money is spent on this."

Sixteen years old is the age of beauty, and they like to use all kinds of messy things on their faces.

It is better to let your classmates be cheated by outsiders than to be cheated by yourself.

No, the magic potions he invented are definitely effective, but they are not long-lasting and need to be purchased all the time, which is not a disadvantage.

There are also weight loss pills, which must be arranged.

Because of eating habits, the obesity rate in the school is not low.

"Are these potions difficult?" Qiu's eyes sparkled: "If they are not difficult, I can help."

"Not difficult, it's mainly the formula."

With Morgana's mastery of pharmacology, it couldn't be easier for him to invent such a simple potion.

Wayne simply handed all the work in this regard to Qiu, letting her take full responsibility (with money), and maybe she could become a cosmetics giant in the wizarding world in the future.

After working hard for an afternoon, the water of the Beauty Spring was finally transformed. Wayne took a handful of clear water and drank it, which was still a little sweet.

The water was extremely pure, and there was no problem drinking it directly.

Qiu found something he was interested in, took the formula given by Wayne and entered the suitcase world to try it out, and didn't even plan to eat dinner.

Watching Snape leave, Wayne hurriedly finished the beef stew on the plate and chased after him.

After entering the office, Wayne asked, "Professor, how are you thinking about the fusion of blood."

Snape was alert, not knowing why Wayne was so concerned, but still said:

"I have read ancient books recently and found some relevant information. I have some ideas, but I am still considering which magical animal to fuse."

"Is a fire dragon not okay?" Wayne said the most famous one.

"Fire dragon..." Snape hesitated slightly: "Dragon blood is too violent, I can't bear it at all."

"I plan to proceed step by step and improve my tolerance step by step."

Wayne took out a transparent glass bottle and shook it: "Thear blood."

Snape's eyes lit up.

Thear is a good choice. It is a relatively docile dark creature. Its own level is not low, and it has a considerable increase in black magic.

However, Snape still did not let down his guard: "Lawrence, why are you so concerned about my blood fusion?"

"Professor, you are being too polite." The boy smiled shyly: "I just want to ask, how is your resurrection potion, do you have any stock?"

"And the Thestrals' blood, this thingIt’s harder to get than dragon blood...”

Snape: “.......”

Although the boy was laughing, he seemed to have seen a butcher knife in Wayne’s hand, waiting for him to stick his head out to be slaughtered...