Chapter 40 The Strangeness of Moody

Clark, Hermione, and Neville stood at the end of a corridor. On the other side of the corridor, the students who had just finished class were enthusiastically discussing the content of the class just now.

"The power of the old gods, the fire of hell, the breath of death, what are these things?" Neville asked curiously after hearing Clark's words.

Clark was silent for a while before speaking.

"The so-called old gods refer to those supernatural high-dimensional creatures that existed long before the appearance of human beings.

Some of them, after the emergence of human beings, accepted beliefs and were kind to others, we call them new gods.

And those evil gods worshiped by humans are often called evil gods, or old rulers.

Only those who are completely disconnected from humans and indifferent to human existence, we call them old gods. "

Hermione and Neville nodded, this was the first time they had heard such a statement.

"The power of the old gods contained in the Imperius Curse is very similar to a god I have heard of. Of course, I can't name her, but it is said that when she is asleep, she unintentionally exudes power fluctuations, It can affect the spirit of many people.”

"But didn't you say that the gods have long since disappeared?" Hermione asked.

Clark nodded.

"Yes, long before the golden age, the old gods were driven into the deep space of the universe by the new gods and the old rulers.

However, it is unimaginable for human beings to have the mighty power of the gods. Sometimes a little bit of their flesh and blood, a little bit of power, may remain for a long time, and even develop and strengthen on their own.

Perhaps the original wizards discovered the power left by an old god and integrated it into magic power. "

he guessed.

"Witchcraft and magic originated from the priests who sacrificed to the gods. Many different magics, or divine arts, can only be performed with the help of the gods of faith.

Therefore, it is not unusual to use the power of the old gods to perform the Soul Seizing Technique. "

"Besides this, the Cruciatus Curse should have borrowed part of the power of hell.

That scorching flame breath is full of a sense of depravity, and it also does great harm to the soul, which is why the Cruciatus Curse is more painful than other spells.

You know, even the Bible says that the worst punishment for a person is sending him to hell. "

"Then the Avada Kedavra borrowed the power of Death God, right?" Hermione hurriedly said, "The aura hidden in that spell is very similar to the aura of death we felt in the Egyptian oasis. "

"That's right," Clark said, "but I don't know which Death God's power it is."

"So that's why they're banned by the Ministry of Magic?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, general black magic requires wizards to mobilize negative emotions and use dark emotions to guide magic.

The Unforgivable Curse goes a step further, not only requires negative emotions, but also requires contact with these alien energies.

In this process, there is a risk of being infected by these high-level energies at any time, and it is even possible to learn this kind of spell. It is necessary to actively contact and guide this kind of power. "

"Then Moody still teaches us this, isn't it too dangerous for the students?" Neville said suddenly.

"Didn't you listen to what Professor Moody said, this is allowed by Headmaster Dumbledore, in order for us to learn about the knowledge of black arts in advance and be prepared." Hermione replied.

However, Neville didn't seem to accept this statement very much, "Anyway, I always feel that there is something wrong with that Professor Moody. When he asked me to answer the question, I felt a little malicious."

"No way." Hermione gave him a suspicious look, "He's a professor, why would he be hostile to a student?"

"Could it be that he noticed the difference in me?" Neville looked at Clark. "After all, my profession is different from that of a wizard, and I'm more like a warrior. Could it be that he has opinions on other superhumans?"

Clark shook his head,

But I don't know what to say.

Could it be that he told Neville that Professor Moody was probably pretended by his enemy?

"I will discuss with Principal Dumbledore about teaching the Unforgivable Curse. As for Professor Moody's malice towards you..."

He glanced at Neville.

"I believe in your perception of malice as a warrior, but Professor Moody was also an elder who fought with your parents against Voldemort.

In addition, he is a teacher and has never had any contact with you before, so it is absolutely impossible for him to be malicious to you, unless..."

"Unless what?" Neville asked.

"Unless he's not Professor Moody!"

"How can it be!"

"It's impossible for Professor Dumbledore not to find out!"

Both Neville and Hermione's eyes widened, and it was harder for them to believe Clark's words than the fact that Moody had ill will towards Neville.

"Who can say for sure," Clark shrugged his shoulders, "Moody is already very old, and he fought on the front line against black magic before, and he also learned and used the Unforgivable Curse .”

"You all know the influence of chaotic magic power. In this case, it is very possible that he, who is old and frail and has weakened willpower, is affected by magic power, distorting his mind and turning into another person.

That's why we're spreading the new class system, isn't it? The hidden danger of chaotic magic is really dangerous. The older and stronger the wizard, the higher the risk of corruption. "

The corridor fell into silence for a moment, Neville and Hermione both had worried expressions on their faces, and neither of them spoke.

At this moment, there was a strange sound behind them.

The three turned around and saw Professor Moody limping towards them.

They looked at each other, and for a moment they couldn't understand each other's intentions.

Moody limped closer, looked at Neville and asked, "Are you feeling better, Neville?"

When he spoke, his voice was much lower and softer than they had heard it before, though it was still harsh.

Neville's reaction was also quick, he licked his lips, swallowed his saliva, pretended to be very nervous, and didn't say a word.

"It's okay, kid," Moody said to Neville. "The past always needs to be faced. Can you come to my office? Come on... we can have a cup of tea together..."

Neville seemed even more frightened at the thought of having tea with Moody.

He didn't move or speak.

Moody turned his magic eye to Clark.

"Are you all right, Prewett?"

"Of course it's okay, Professor," Clark said calmly, "It's just a few Unforgivable Curses, nothing to be fussed about."

Moody's blue eyes looked Clark up and down, their pupils quivering slightly in their sockets.

Then he said: "I know that many people have objections to teaching you the Unforgivable Curse, but you must understand. There is no need to hide. . . well . . . Come on, Longbottom, I have a few You may be interested in this book."

Neville glanced at Clark and Hermione, silently allowing Moody to put a rough hand on his shoulder and lead him away.

"You just let him take Neville away?" Hermione looked worried.

"Hermione, I trust Neville's strength as much as I trust you." Clark said, "He must have full confidence that he will go with Moody."

The two left the corridor and rejoined the crowd, first went to the Great Hall for a meal, and then returned to the Gryffindor common room.

When they climbed into the hole, they saw Harry and Ron holding their divination homework, preparing to predict their fate for the next month.

"Oh, this is so unusual today," Hermione laughed when she saw the two of them, "He even took the initiative to do homework."

The faces of the two immediately collapsed, and Clark excused them from the side.

"It's not because of you that you can say that. If you are still taking divination classes, they can naturally wait for you to finish it before copying. Now they can only support themselves."

Harry and Ron couldn't tell for a moment whether Clark was helping them or laughing at them.

The two bid farewell to the homework duo, and Hermione was stopped by Ginny to ask her about the content of the next issue of the Hogwarts School Journal.

Clark came to the upstairs dormitory alone, and when he opened the door, he found that Neville was alone in the room, sitting on the bed reading a book.

He looked normal, and when he saw Clark came back, he greeted him with a smile.

"How's it going?" Clark asked him.

"Well... I can't figure it out," Neville replied, "Moody took me to his office, just to comfort me, and then lent me this book..."

He held up the book in his hand: "Mediterranean Miraculous Aquatic Plants and Their Properties".

"Apparently Professor Sprout told Professor Moody that I'm pretty good at herbalism, so he thought I'd like this book."

There was a hint of doubt in Neville's voice, "This is very strange, logically, it should be Professor McGonagall who told him that I am better at close combat than herbology."

Clark took the book from him and flipped through it, then smiled and said, "It seems that you are being sentimental, this book is not for you to read."

"Who was that for?" Neville asked.

""Mediterranean Magical Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics", one of the content of this Triwizard Tournament is related to the marine environment." Clark said, "It is said that the players need to go deep into the water to complete a certain task. .”

"Then what would he do for me?" Neville's eyes widened. "Does he think I can be a representative of Hogwarts?"

Before Clark could speak, however, he shook his head.

"Impossible. If the junior students can become Hogwarts representatives, then your chances are better than mine."

Clark laughed immediately when he heard this, "You still have a little self-knowledge, but although you didn't guess right, it's not far from the truth."

"You mean, Moody wants to borrow my hand to give this book to that Hogwarts contestant?" Neville reacted quickly and understood his meaning in an instant, "But he How can I be sure that I know that contestant very well?"

Having said that, he glanced at Clark again, "Moody doesn't think that you will participate in the competition, does he? He knows that you and I have the best relationship, and we are almost inseparable."

Clark shrugged, "Who knows, maybe Professor Moody really thinks highly of me."

The two discussed for a while, and even though Clark was unwilling to disclose more information, they couldn't talk about anything.

Seeing that it was still early, they returned to the common room.

At this moment, Harry and Ron were sitting at a table, and it was obvious that they had made no progress. Many pieces of parchment full of numbers and symbols were scattered on the table.

However, this state did not last long, and soon, they adopted the repertoire of dealing with divination classes-fabricating out of thin air.

Clark looked at Harry and Ron who each made up unlucky events, and shook his head helplessly, admiring their brains, and watching the predictions they made up became more and more tragic.

At this time, people in the common room had already got up and went back to sleep one after another, and the surroundings gradually became deserted.

Hermione's painted-faced cat named Crookshanks slithered over, nimbly jumped onto an empty chair, and looked around with enigmatic eyes.

At this time, besides Harry, Ron, Clark and Neville, there were two brothers, George and Fred, staying in the corner.

When Clark walked in, they found them discussing how to furnish their first joke store.

It can be seen that they have put a lot of thought into this, and they have designed more than a dozen concept drafts of various styles.

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Clark just watched quietly and did not comment on this. After all, this is their first store, which can be said to be very commemorative.

But shortly after that, the twins rolled up the parchment too, said goodnight to them, and went back to sleep.

About ten minutes after Fred and George had left, Hermione ran out from the girls' dormitory, stepping on the stairs with a slap in the face.

"Are you done?" She glanced at Harry and Harry who were still making up their homework.

"I'm done! I'm done!" Ron hurriedly dropped the quill, ready to clean up the homework in front of him.

Hermione sat down and drew the prophecy written by Ron to her face.

"You've had a rough month, haven't you?" she said sarcastically, with Crookshanks curled up in her lap.

"Yeah, at least I was forewarned," said Ron, yawning.

"You seem to be drowning twice," said Hermione.

"Really?" Ron quickly looked down at his prophecy, "I'd better change one of them to be trampled to death by a rampaging hippogriff."

"Isn't it obvious at a glance that you made this up out of thin air?" Hermione said.

"How dare you say that!" said Ron, pretending to be angry. "We've been up here all night, working like house elves!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Sorry for the poor wording," Ron said quickly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Harry also put down the quill. He had just predicted that he would be beheaded.

"I'm done."

With that said, before Hermione could look at his homework, he dragged Ron back to the dormitory in embarrassment.

Now, only Clark, Hermione, and Neville were left in the common room.

"I'm going to organize a mage club myself." Hermione said, looking at them.