Chapter 518: Three Unforgivable Curses

All the third-year students seemed to realize that Ivan knew a lot.

In the past, they only knew that Ivan was very strong, but they never had a clear idea about the extent of his knowledge and power.

The young wizards at Hogwarts generally believed that he was just ahead of his peers, but he was still weaker than the senior students.

It wasn't until the recent World Cup that everyone realized that Ivan was strong enough to shake up the wizarding world.

In class today, Ivan talked all at once about so many types of dark magic that none of them had ever heard of before.

The young wizards in the class gasped and looked at Ivan in disbelief.

Needless to say, some of them had heard of a few types of dark magic, a couple, maybe even a dozen, but tens of thousands?

For a moment, they were all under the illusion that Ivan was the real Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!

It was clear that Moody was also very surprised when he heard Ivan talk about it.

None of the things Ivan said was the answer he wanted, but there was no mistaking what he said.

He knew he had to stop it, or he could go on about it for the rest of the session.....

At that point, needless to say, the demonstration of black magic was estimated to make everyone dizzy.

Ivan even talked about Necromancy, which was beyond everyone's comprehension.

Although to Ivan, it was very basic stuff, or not even basic, but just common sense, to the other students, the descriptions of these branches of black magic from hundreds of years ago sounded like incomprehensible gibberish.

In the end, Moody interrupted Ivan for his outstanding performance, awarding 10 points to Gryffindor.

"What Mr. Mason said is very good, but I think it is imperative that you understand the three Curses most commonly used by dark wizards, the so-called Unforgivable Curses, rather than the cold, remote dark magic of centuries ago," Moody said. "So, can someone tell me what these three Unforgivable Curses are?"

After a while, Ginny held up her little hand shaking. "There's the Imperius Curse, Professor!" she whispered.

She still had fresh memories of Ron being controlled by Peter Pettigrew last year, and him staying in the hospital for a long time after that.

The Weasleys had discussed the whole incident and the curse many times, so Ginny could never forget it.

"Yes, Miss Weasley!" said Moody gratefully. "Your father would know that... It gave the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time, the Imperius Curse."

Moody stood up, opened his desk drawer and pulled out a glass jar. Three large black spiders were slithering around inside, looking terrible.

All the students backed a little in their chairs and stared at him.

Moody reached into the jar, picked up one of the spiders and held it in the palm of his hand for all to see. Then he pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Imperius!"

The spider jumped out of Moody's hand on a thin silken thread and began to swing back and forth as if on a trapeze. It stretched its legs stiffly, then did a back flip, breaking the thread and landing on the desk, where it began to spin in circles. Moody waved his wand, and the spider rose up on two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.

Everyone was laughing, everyone but Moody.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" he growled. "You'd like it, wouldn't you, if I did it to you?"

The laughter disappeared almost instantly, and everyone looked at Moody in horror.

"Total control," Moody said quietly as the spider curled into a ball and began to roll over and over. "I could make it jump out the window, drown itself, throw itself down one of your throats..."

"Years ago, there were a lot of witches and wizards controlled by the Imperius Curse," Moody said, and everyone knew he was talking about the days when Voldemort had been all-powerful. "At the time, the Ministry of Magic was very busy. They had to figure out who was being forced to act, and who was acting of their own free will. But this was difficult to do. Depending on the caster's own magical power, the spell could last a long time. By the time people found out, it was often too late. "

At that time, it was felt that no one dared to trust the people around them because they could not determine whether or not they were controlled by the Imperius Curse.

You may well utter a few words against Voldemort to your best friend in the morning.

When you get home from work, you'll see the Dark Mark drifting over your house and all your family members dead.

How horrifying!

"The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I'll show you how, but it takes real strength of character, and not everyone has it. Best to avoid being hit with it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" It barked, and everyone jumped.

Moody picked up the somersault spider and tossed it back into the jar.

"Anyone else know of one? another Unforgivable curse?"

Next, a Slytherin student stood up and named the remaining two, the Cruciatus Curse and the Death Curse.

Moody explained them to everyone again, practicing them on the spiders.

It was definitely not a pleasant experience to see a bloated spider moving horribly, rocking back and forth, twitching violently and breaking its legs abruptly.

As for the killing curse, needless to say, after Moody's wand gave a flash of blinding green light, the spider jumping alive in front of them died silently.

She turned around and stood with her back to the table, unharmed.

In the open classroom, it felt as if an invisible thing was rising through the air. It was the shadow of death.

It had just arrived, taking the life of the spider in front of Professor Moody's wand.

Several students couldn't stand it, screamed loudly, and all seemed terrified to the extreme.

In the subtle, messy sound of the "Avada Kedavra," Ivan could feel a powerful force.

This power acted directly on soul and life, and no one could resist it.

Of all the protective magic Ivan knew, only a few were able to defend against the deadly curse, but at a high price.

Among them was the love sacrifice used by Harry's mother, Lily. She used the love sacrifice to protect Harry, but the price paid was her own death.

"It's not nice," Moody said calmly, sweeping the dead spider off the desk onto the floor. "It's not nice. And there's no quid pro quo. There's nothing to block it. Only one known person has survived."

Everyone knew the person he was referring to was Harry.

"Avada Kedavra is a curse that needs some powerful magic behind it... you could all pull out your wands now and point them at me and say the words, and I doubt I'd get a nosebleed," Moody said his magic eye sweeping over everyone's frightened face. "But that doesn't matter. I'm not here to teach you how to do it."

Of course, Ivan was definitely not included in these people he was talking about.

Although Ivan's soul had not fallen into evil thoughts, but his strong magic was enough to allow him to use an extraordinarily powerful killing curse, horrifying beyond the general sense. What he would cause would definitely not be a simple nosebleed....