Taking classes with professors was a strange experience for all the students present.
The sixth and seventh grade students present in the advanced class were all brought out by William himself. This was the first time that the professor was not on the podium but among them during class. This caused everyone to look at him from time to time. He glanced behind him, as if expecting something.
This caused the attention of everyone present to suddenly lose concentration - especially after William led others to expand the classroom space and deliberately sat at the back of the classroom.
Moody quickly discovered the problem as he tried to regain control of the classroom.
The students began to get distracted by the professor behind them, and the act of turning around and looking behind them was particularly contagious.
'A test of teaching ability? '
He stood on the podium, his evil eyes fixed on William who was sitting calmly behind him - was he making things difficult or was he uneasy about his teaching ability? Or both?
But to him, these don't matter.
He shook his head, shook his gray hair away from his scarred face, looked at William, grinned with his broken mouth, and smiled at William, "Professor William, there are so many new students here, I feel that I It's necessary to re-introduce myself, after all many of them don't know me."
"You are so humble, Professor Moody. Your name is known to everyone from Azkaban to the Ministry of Magic," William responded with a smile as he unfolded his notebook. "I personally think that a person who can defend himself is If you are a seventh-year academic student who doesn't know your name, you can just give up on this subject."
"Practically speaking, in the past thirty years, half of the famous dark wizards in the UK have been killed or arrested because of Professor Moody's intervention." William looked around at the students around him and took notes carefully. , I can't find that many practical cases to show you."
"Only a third of it," Moody said with a twisted and weird smile - almost the friendliest expression his scarred face could muster. "They left me a lot of gifts. Woolen cloth."
He walked to the center of the podium with his wooden legs, "Before I came to the school to teach, I had a very friendly exchange with Professor William, and I had a full understanding of your study progress."
He glanced at William and said, "Professor William and I have somewhat different views on your learning progress - he feels that you have properly mastered the basic know-how to protect yourself and have met various requirements stipulated by the Ministry of Magic, but I think there are too many people."
Moody's magic eye began to move crazily throughout the classroom, "Almost everyone participates in the improvement class. There are too many people, and the level will be affected accordingly."
"I have led a group of Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic is always very cautious when recruiting Auror interns, but even so, we often encounter situations where intern Aurors fail to pass the test after they come in. "
"To be serious," Moody stood up straighter, "I think only some of you have met the requirements for advancement."
He glanced at the students with extremely arrogant eyes.
"Why are they exactly the same..."
Nancy sat in the back and whispered to her friends, "Don't the professors have other tricks..."
"The lady over there——"
Moody's voice sounded, "It seems you have a different opinion. So, let me ask a simple question - what are the Unforgivable Curses?"
"The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, Avada's Kedavra Curse, and the three Unforgivable Curses."
"What is the most essential difference between black magic and normal magic?"
"The irreversibility of the damage and the pressure on the soul, unless the corresponding curse is known."
"What is the response strategy of the Voldemort Bat?"
"Patronus Charm."
"…"
A long list of questions was asked by Moody, and then answered easily - unfortunately, the person he chose to establish his power was the theoretical number one in the seventh grade.
This method of questioning made William feel a little embarrassed.
It really wasn't arranged by him...
Some sixth-grade children could no longer control the expressions on their faces, especially the twins over there. The two of them were Gryffindors among Gryffindors, and they even dared to steal Dumbledore's words.
'Wait a minute, didn't these two kids say they won't sign up for the sixth grade improvement class? what happened? '
While he was in a daze, the twins were picked up again because of their outstanding performance...
It has only been a summer vacation since these two unlucky children took the OWLs exam, and they have been reviewing the theory solidly because they have to do experiments-this has led to a new and quite embarrassing scene...
'I'm just here to take advantage of the class...I didn't arrange this...'
William didn't even know what to say for a moment, so he could only pretend to be calm.
Fortunately, Moody was well-informed, "Well, it seems I have to take back my inaccurate evaluation. Congratulations, Professor William, these students are even better than you described."
'Where, where… it's purely up to you to choose well…'
William could only pretend to be pleased and nodded.
"I guess the people in the office will be very happy during next year's recruitment. To be honest, we haven't recruited Auror trainees for some days."
"It seems like the courses I originally prepared are not enough. Maybe we can do something more serious?"
Moody opened the drawer, took out a glass bottle, and took out a big spider.
"Zoom in a little first so that the students behind you can see it more clearly."
He tapped the spider, causing it to double in size.
"The Unforgivable Curse is the three most unforgivable spells in black magic. But if we think those guys only know these, we would be wrong. Every wizard has his own magic, and dark wizards are no exception. ."
"Like Avada Kedavra, its spell can even be recited by anyone, but not everyone can master it easily. As for using this spell to the level of the Dark Lord, that's even more difficult. It's something that's impossible to accomplish."
"This is also the reason why there are so many black magics - each dark wizard is doing all his energy to develop and research his own black magic and master its unspelling, so as to make the spell more deterrent. "
He pointed to his legs, "First the soles of the feet. That guy is good at a pretty cruel spell."
"The bones are standing."
A pale white light spurted out from his wand and hit the poor spider directly.
Its belly was immediately opened, but nothing came out. It was just like something was loosened. As the spider struggled painfully, more and more loose things became loose. The struggling spider was divided into two parts - one was intact. 's shell plus a slimy spider that's still alive with slime.
"Dark wizards of the Umbilical Party—that's what they call themselves."
Moody recalled with emotion, "The suffering man brought good black magic book materials. That guy was a good hand there back then. If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, I would have been their trophy." ."
"But even so, he still managed to take away one of my feet. What a powerful guy."
"Okay, let's look at the next one."
After sending the first one back to the west, he picked up the second spider and continued to click on it with his wand.
…
"Finally, get out of class is over..."
When Moody announced the end of get out of class with a look on his face that he had everything under control, all the students breathed much easier.
"The professor doesn't seem to have come out. He should be talking to Professor William, right?"
"Probably - but this Professor Moody, he really means it..."
The sixth-grade students lamented that after a year of test paper education, such on-site education was very new to them - although many people already showed obvious discomfort.
Not everyone can face skinning, bone extraction, burning and a series of near-murderous behaviors calmly, but this is the normal state of black magic.
They not only kill for fun, but also collect various dark magic materials conveniently - compared to the expensive casting materials and the expensive processing fees of goblins, they select specific Muggles and then perform black magic. The effect of the props obtained by processing is actually not much different.
The famous Hand of Glory is such a prop - cruel but useful, with no practical benefits. How many wizards would practice it just to think that black magic is cool? How can there be so many fools...
"I feel like every scar on Professor Moody's is a mark of dark magic."
"Don't feel it, it must be - he is definitely experienced in many battles!"
"Don't worry, the professor has already said that all the dark wizards in Britain were almost captured by Professor Moody!"
The group of children with the highest interest kept discussing, while the rest of the students were thinking about it - if this year's improvement class has always been like this, should they continue to learn?
Once they pass the fifth grade, all Hogwarts courses are electives, and they, the sixth-grade children, can completely give up this year's courses.
'But Professor William has almost made it clear that if we miss this one, we probably won't be able to find such a brilliant professor who is good at fighting...'
——
While the students were struggling, William was also discussing with Moody in the classroom.
"You seem to have made the class a little too bloody, Professor Moody."
William sat on a chair and chatted with Moody, who also sat down.
"That's what black magic is, even if I don't reveal it to them - the enemy won't stop using it just because you haven't seen this or that spell."
"The first lesson for an Auror is to see blood, right?"
William suddenly asked confusedly.
"Of course, how can a guy who has never seen blood and doesn't even know how to fight be qualified to be an Auror?"
Moody replied matter-of-factly.
"But most of them are not qualified to be Aurors - to be precise, some students are not even suitable to be strikers."
"You can't ask everyone to be able to face everything like a warrior. What I ask of most of them is that they can use spells to protect themselves in times of danger, and then take the opportunity to run away."
William spread his hands, "Besides, to be honest, Professor Moody, probably in the next class, many students will give up on the advanced course of this course..."
"I'm not blaming you for this - improving classes is a two-way street. When students choose professors, professors also choose students. Grades are one criterion, and acceptance is another criterion."
"But I am firmly opposed to the public display of overly bloody black magic in the fifth grade. I think it is not difficult to do, okay, Professor Moody?"
"Of course it's feasible," Moody nodded and expressed his approval - he had weighed the level of the sixth-grade students and was very satisfied. As for the education of the first-grade students, he could completely make concessions.
"That's good, and besides -" William shook his head, "Professor Moody, although I don't agree with demonstrating enough black magic in the classroom, there is no doubt that you are the second best at this that I have ever seen. The wizard."
"second?"
Moody stared at William, but William shook his head and left without answering - although it was the professor's discretion to decide how to recruit students for the advanced class, he was still a little angry.
Therefore, the first thing about Dumbledore is to let him guess.
'The club suddenly seems to have a goal - to recruit students who don't like black magic very much but are willing to learn how to escape from danger...'
'It can be regarded as a supplement to the curriculum. After all, the advanced class will inevitably teach some content related to black magic, because there are strict requirements in the exam syllabus. '
'Students who can't keep up with the progress can concentrate on learning life-saving skills. It's unreliable to require all wizards to be good at dueling, but running away can still be discussed. '
That's it.
He clapped his hands and thought happily.
"Just in time, a batch of funds have been approved for the summer vacation... now everything is ready..."
"I used to worry that the NEWTs certificates for self-defense for those children who were promoted and didn't like fighting were of no use. Instead, they wasted their study time. If you hold a club, you don't have to worry so much about the exam syllabus..."
'that is…'
He had fun for a long time, and finally discovered the biggest problem - he had little time this semester, unless he gave up the elixir, but that was obviously impossible.
'With a little more squeezing, it will be great if the Triwizard Tournament starts. The preliminary work is almost done. There will be no changes. Then the club can be built. '
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"The Triwizard Tournament? What does the European stuff have to do with us?"
In the club lounge, a member of the Magic Congress who had just finished his speech was carelessly looking through the summary of opinions sent by his assistant.
"That's not possible. There are a lot of public opinions down there... Next year will be the day for the re-election of the Magic Congress. Over in Europe, there is the Quidditch World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament, but we have no chance to show up at all. Don't you think so? Are you planning to retire early, Congressman?"
His assistant half complained and half suggested - if it were before, he would definitely lack this kind of courage, even if the congressman is not a descendant of one of the thirteen families.
"Ah... If you put it this way, it seems that this game is a bit interesting."
But it is a pity that legislators who care about votes did not pay attention to this change.
"The public has been very vocal, especially the British Ministry of Magic, which took this opportunity to arrest another batch of Death Eaters."
"Okay, so what do the Ilvermorny school think of this match?"
"They feel like there's still a pretty telling trophy missing from the school's honor room."
"Then let us spread some rumors and see how the public reacts if we—remember, we proposed sending a negotiation team."
"Okay, I'll get ready, Congressman."