Dark Magic

On Tuesday night, a Slytherin prefect brought a note from Professor Snape to Jon.

Snape asked Jon to go to his office for detention work on Saturday night. The content was to open a vat of horned toad and take out his heart.

Jon took the note helplessly and had to accept the reality of confinement.

For the next two days, everything was flat.

Many students were eagerly looking forward to Moody's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Having had lunch on Thursday afternoon, the class bell hadn't rung, so they lined up outside Moody's classroom early.

When the class bell just rang, the door of the Dark Demon Defense Class classroom suddenly opened automatically.

The students of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw rushed into the classroom to take out their respective "Dark Forces: Self-Defense Guide" sitting in the front row; the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet.

"You don't need those textbooks!" In a few minutes, a distinctive sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and Professor Moody dragged his heavy wooden leg into the classroom. "In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you only need magic wands and to listen to me!"

Everyone was excited to put the textbooks back into their school bags.

Moody took out the roster and then started one by one.

His normal eye moved down the list, and his magical eye kept turning around, staring at every student who shouted.

"Very good..." Finally, he put down the roster in his hand, his voice hoarse and low. "I see the desire for learning in your eyes!"

"... Just a few days ago, I received a letter from Professor Lupine. He introduced me to your progress in this course. Professor Lupine told me how to deal with some dark magic creatures. You have mastered a lot of the basics—you have learned how to deal with Bogut, Red Hat, Shinkpunk, Grindillo, Kabbah, and Werewolves, right?"

"Yes!" The students nodded in unison.

"Yet, you haven't learned enough about how to deal with real dark magic... it's a long way away!" Professor Moody paused and continued. "So Professor Dumbledore invited me specially. I have a year's time to teach you how to deal with black magic spells—"

Seeing the suspicious look in the eyes of several students, Moody nodded. "Yes, I only teach for a year, do Dumbledore a favor... only teach for a year, and then live my peaceful retirement life again."

"Black magic, they are terrifying, dangerous, and cunning..."

Moody took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the blackboard. Soon, a huge portrait appeared on it.

"Does anyone tell me what this is?" Moody said in a deep voice.

Jon frowned because he saw a person in the portrait... more accurately, it was a corpse whose skin and facial features had rotted and dilapidated; he saw it running in vain in the dark, biting and shattering everything around...

A girl from Ravenclaw raised her hand tremblingly.

"Very well, Miss Probin!"

"Professor Moody, I think... this should be..." Melinda Probin of Ravenclaw stood shaking and stood up. "The corpse!"

"Yes, this is a corpse... There is no life, no soul, and no thoughts. It is summoned by black magic and is also manipulated by black magic... The real walking corpse!" Moody said in a low voice.

"The corpse is a dead person first. If you brutally kill a Muggle or wizard without destroying his corpse, you can turn it into a corpse..."

"In the era when the Dark Lord was raging, there were countless Muggle massacres, but all the corpses disappeared... At that time, Minister Millicent Bagnold had been speculating that the Dark Lord was trying to create an army of corpses, but before he was finally finished, he was defeated by a one-year-old kid, and this matter was gone!"

Jon was keenly aware of Moody's slip of the tongue, but apparently, the other students did not notice.

"The corpses also have obvious weaknesses; they fear fire and light, and like darkness and humidity... So some simple magic will work wonders when dealing with them!"

"Now, let's continue to introduce the next..."

Moody waved his magic wand lightly, and the content on the portrait disappeared, replaced by a cloud of flames.

This group of flames seemed to have a soul, constantly changing into various ferocious beasts, devouring and burning everything.

Almost everyone, faced with a puzzled expression on their face, Jon also sat there quietly without raising his hand.

"Calendar!" Moody sneered. "An unquenchable flame!"

"Yes, you can hardly extinguish it, no matter whether it is water or sand; a terrifying flame, it can burn everything it can touch, including summoning its owner... The most powerful fire in history, almost destroyed a city with a million people!"

"There are a few spells that can stop the calendar fire. They are all extremely clever spells..."

Moody stood there and thought for a moment, but he did not continue to introduce the calendar.

Then, he waved his wand one last time.

The last portrait appeared in front of everyone. It was a woman, a living woman... Her face was full of pain and hideousness, her body changed constantly, and finally, the whole person became a huge spider.

Zacharias Smith raised his hand high.

"Oh, Mr. Smith?"

"I know what this is, Professor Moody!" Zacharias said excitedly. "This is an Animagus, right?"

Moody was taken aback for a moment, and then an ugly smile appeared on his face.

"Animagus... no, of course, it's not Animagus!" Moody shook his head. "Animagus is a powerful transformation spell, not black magic; obviously this is not, it is. The most terrible and cruel curse!"

"Blood curse!" The expression on Moody's face became extremely serious. "Curse the soul of a monster on the soul of a wizard... an unbreakable curse, unless you combine two The souls that have been fused together are destroyed at the same time..."

"Generally speaking, the blood curse can only be applied to the mother's body or the wizards in early childhood. Male wizards and souls with weaker souls will be swallowed quickly; while female wizards will persist for a while, but obviously this persistence. Not a good thing!"

"The monster's soul will still gradually control the wizard's soul and dominate; in the early stage, the wizard will transform into a monster from time to time and involuntarily; but in the later stage, the wizard will completely lose memory and consciousness at a point in time, and change Become a real monster!"

"It could be a giant spider, it could be a snake, or something more terrifying..."

"The wizard who transforms into a monster will have more power than ordinary monsters!"

"There is no cure unless you destroy two souls at the same time... There are known spells that can alleviate the outbreak of the blood curse, but they can also alleviate for more than ten or twenty years..."

Moody stood there, and the students listened intently, absorbing the information about dark magic spells.