The next two days were uneventful, unless you counted Neville melting the cauldron in Potions, which was not the first time, nor the last. Snape's vindictiveness seemed to have reached a new high over the summer as he unceremoniously punished Neville with detention. Neville had to go and disempt a vat of horned toads, and by the time he returned he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
"Do you know why Snape's in such a bad temper?”Bance said.
"Probably because of Moody," said Harry.
Snape, as everyone knew, had been dying to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he had failed to get for four years in a row. Snape had always been dissatisfied with his previous Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, and had shown it on his face-though he seemed particularly careful not to show it in Mad-Eye Moody's case. Indeed, whenever Bunce saw them together-at dinner or passing each other in the corridor-he had the distinct feeling that Snape was avoiding Moody's eye, both the magical eye and the normal one.
"I think Snape's a little scared of him.”said Harry thoughtfully.
"Imagine if Moody turned Snape into a Longhorn Toad," said Ron, his eyes glazed with fascination,"and made him bounce around the dungeons."
Most of the Gryffindor fourth years were eagerly looking forward to Moody's first lesson. Bangs was dragged out of the classroom by Harry and Ron to line up right after lunch on Thursday, before the bell had even rung.
The only one absent was Hermione, who didn't show up until almost the beginning of the lesson.
"I'm going-"
"The library." Harry finished for her."Come on, hurry up, or we'll get no good seats.”
They hurried to the five seats directly in front of the podium, most of them pulling out Dark Powers: The Self-Defense Guide waited, and the atmosphere was particularly quiet. Soon, Bangs heard a very distinctive thump coming from the corridor. He walked into the classroom looking as odd and frightening as ever. They could just see his claw-like wooden leg sticking out from under his robes.
" Put these things away," he said gruffly. He walked to the desk with the help of his cane and sat down." These books. You don't need it."
Ron looked excited as the students began to pack their books into their bags.
Moody took out the roster, shook his head, pushed his long gray hair out of his twisted, scarred face, and began to call names. His normal eye moved down the list, his magical eye darting back and forth, watching every student who answered.
"Well," he said, when the last person had finished answering,"I've had a letter from Professor Lupin describing the course. It seems you've learned quite a bit about how to deal with Dark creatures-you've learned how to deal with boggarts, red hats, hinkypunks, grindylows, kabbas, and werewolves, haven't you?”
The students agreed in low voices.
"But you haven't learned enough-not enough," said Moody."So I'm going to give you a taste of what wizards do to each other. I have a year to teach you how to deal with Black-"
"What? What did you say?" Ron blurted out.
Moody's magical eye turned on Ron. Ron looked terrified, but soon Moody was laughing.
"You're Arthur Weasley's son, eh?”said Moody."Your father helped me out of a very difficult situation a few days ago. Do Dumbledore a favor, teach for a year, and then go back to my peaceful retirement.”
He laughed hoarsely and then patted his rough hands.
"Well-back to business. Spells had many forms and different magic powers. Now, according to Ministry regulations, I'm supposed to teach you all sorts of countercurses, that's all. I shouldn't be telling you what illegal Dark Curse looks like until you're in the sixth year, because you're still too young to handle it. But Professor Dumbledore has spoken highly of your courage, and he thinks you can handle it, and it seems to me that the sooner you know what you're up against, the better. If you have never seen something before, how can you protect yourself in front of it? A wizard won't tell you what he's going to do when he's going to put an illegal spell on you. He won't curse you frankly, fairly, and politely. You have to be prepared and alert. You'd better put that thing away while I'm talking, Miss Brown.”
Lavender jumped and blushed.
"And do any of you know which spells are the most severely punished by Wizarding law?”
Several hands, including Ron's and Hermione's, went up nervously. Moody pointed at Ron, though his magical eye was still fixed on Lavender.
"Well, you see," said Ron uncertainly,"my dad told me a name was something like the Imperius Curse, didn't he?”
"Ah, yes," said Moody admiringly."Your father must know the spell. Back then, the Imperius Curse had caused a lot of trouble for Reversal.”
Moody got to his feet with difficulty, opened a desk drawer, and took out a glass bottle. Three large spiders were crawling inside. Bunce noticed Ron shrink back slightly beside him.
Moody put his hand into the bottle, seized a spider, and placed it in his open palm for all to see. Then he pointed his wand at it and muttered,"Soul out of body!"
The spider jumped out of Moody's hand, dangling from a thread, and began to swing back and forth as if it were on a high swing. It stiffly straightened its legs, then turned around and did a somersault. The thread was snapped. It fell onto the table and began to somersault in circles. Moody shook his wand and he got to his feet again on his hind legs and did a sort of tap dance.
Everyone laughed except Bunce and Moody.
"You think it's funny, don't you?”He asked in a hoarse voice," If I hit you like this, would you still be able to laugh?”
The laughter disappeared almost immediately.
"Completely under my control," said Moody quietly."I can make it jump out the window, or drown itself, or jump down one of your throats."
Ron gave an involuntary shudder.
"A lot of wizards were under the Imperius Curse years ago," said Moody. They had to distinguish who was forced to act and who was acting according to their own wishes.”
Moody paused, then continued,"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I'll teach you how, but it takes a lot of strength of character, and not everyone can master it. You'd better avoid being hit by it. Stay alert at all times!" He suddenly shouted, startling everyone.
Moody seized the still tumbling spider and threw it back into the jar.
"Does anyone else know any spells? An illegal spell?"
To the surprise of many in the class, Hermione raised her hand high again and Neville did the same. Neville's only confidence was in Herbalism, after all, the subject he was best at.
"Tell me." said Moody, fixing his magical eye on Neville.
"There's one-the Cruciatus Curse," said Neville very quietly but clearly.
Moody was watching Neville very intently, this time with both eyes.
"You're Longbottom, right?" he said.
Neville nodded nervously, but Moody asked no more questions. He turned his back on the class, took out a second spider from the glass bottle, and put it on the desk.
"Cruciatus Curse," said Moody."You'll need to enlarge it a bit more for you to see," he said, pointing his wand at the spider.”
The spider swelled up. It was now bigger than a Tarantula. Ron, no longer trying to hide it, pushed his chair back as far as he could from Moody's desk.
Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and said quietly,"Drill the heart and gouge the bones!"
The spider's legs were all curled up, sticking close to its body. It flipped over, and at the same time, its body twitched violently, swaying left and right. Moody did not remove his wand, and the spider began to tremble and twitch more violently-
"Stop!" shrieked Hermione.
Bunce looked around at Neville, who was clutching the table in front of him so tightly that his knuckles were white and his eyes were wide with fear.
"Quickly shrink." muttered Moody. The spider shrank back to its original size and Moody put it back in the bottle.
"Extreme pain." said Moody quietly."If you can do the Cruciatus Curse, you don't have to torture people with thumbclips or knives.”
"Now, does anyone else know any spells?”asked Moody, looking around.
Hermione raised her hand for the third time, but it was trembling slightly.
"Go ahead." said Moody, pointing at her.
"Avada Kedavra," whispered Hermione.
Several people looked around at her uneasily, including Ron.
"Ah," said Moody, smiling."Yes, that was the last and most powerful spell. Avada Kedavra Curse."
He put his hand into the glass bottle, and the third spider seemed to know what was coming and crawled around the bottom of the bottle desperately to avoid Moody's fingers, but he caught it and set it down on the dais. The spider began to crawl on the wooden table again.
"Avada Revenge!" roared Moody.
There was a blinding flash of green light, and a cacophony of noises as if some invisible monster had flown through the air-and at the same moment, the spider had flipped over and was lying on its back on the table, unharmed but dead. A few students tried their best not to shout. The spider slid toward Ron, who lurched backward and almost fell out of his seat, but Bunce pulled him back just in time.
"Thank you." said Ron quietly.
"Very unpleasant," said Moody quietly."Very unpleasant. And there was no counterspell. There was no way to resist it. As far as anyone knows, only one person has escaped this curse, and he is sitting right in front of me.”
The whole class looked at Harry, and Bunce saw that he was blushing.
"The Avada Kedavra Curse requires a very powerful magical power as its foundation. -- You can all take out your wands, point them at me, and say this, I doubt I'll get a nosebleed or something. But that didn't matter. I'm here to teach you how to chant.”
"So why should I show you all this if there is no countercurse? Because you must understand. You must be fully aware of what the worst is. Stay alert at all times!" he roared again.
"Now these three curses-the Avada Kedavra Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Cruciatus Curse-are known as the Unforgivable Curses. Using any one of them on a human would be enough to put you in jail for life in Azkaban. This is what you have to resist. This is what I want to teach you to resist. You need to be prepared. You need to be on guard. However, the most important thing is that you need to be vigilant at all times and never relax. Take out your quill and record this."
For the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes. The classroom was quiet, and no one spoke until the bell rang-when Moody announced the end of the class, all sorts of discussion burst forth like a flood. Most of the students were talking about the spells in awe.
"Hurry up and leave." said Hermione nervously.
"Going to that damned library again?" said Ron.
"No," said Hermione curtly, pointing down a corridor."Neville."”
Neville was standing alone in the middle of the corridor, staring at the stone wall opposite him, his eyes still wide and his face frightened, just as he had looked when Moody had demonstrated the Cruciatus Curse.
"Neville?" said Hermione quietly.
Neville looked around.
"Oh, hello," he said in a much louder voice than usual."Interesting lesson, isn't it? I wonder what's there to eat in the evening. I-I'm starving, aren't you?”
"Are you all right, Neville?" asked Harry.
"Oh, nothing, I'm fine," said Neville, still in his abnormally high voice."What an interesting dinner-oh, I mean this lesson-what's there to eat?”
"Neville, how the hell did you-" said Ron in surprise.
At this moment, a strange sound came from behind them. They turned and saw Professor Moody limping toward them.
"It's all right, boy," he said to Neville. Come on, we can have a cup of tea together."
"Are you all right, Potter?"
"I'm fine." said Harry defiantly.
"You must understand. It might seem cruel, but he had to understand. There's no need to hide it. Come on, Longbottom, I've got some books you might be interested in.”
Neville looked pleadingly at Bunce, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but none of them spoke. Neville had no choice but to let Moody put a large, rough hand on his shoulder and lead him away.
"What is the meaning of this?" asked Ron.
"It's just a cup of tea. What's the point?”Bance said.
"Don't tell me you're going to teach him a lesson?" said Ron.
"Is that possible?" Bance said.
"I was just joking." said Ron.
Then they went to the Great Hall for dinner and then to the common room, Hermione wolfing down her food as usual and hurrying to the library.
"Are you really not going to do this homework?”asked Harry.
"Indeed." Bangs leaned back in his chair.
"Why don't we stop writing?" said Ron.
"Yes." said Harry.
And so they played some crack-bang cards in the common room, borrowed from Fred and George. It wasn't long before Fred and George appeared beside Bangs and the others.
"You guys are actually playing cards here?" said Fred.
"You didn't even call us to play cards." said George.
"I didn't see you guys." Ron muttered.
After about an hour of playing, Fred and George decided to go upstairs to bed. Less than ten minutes after they had left, the hole behind the portrait opened and Hermione climbed in, holding a roll of parchment in one hand and a box in the other. As she walked, the contents of the box rattled. Crookshanks began to snore.
"Have you finished your homework?" asked Hermione.
"No, we decided not to write it." said Ron.
"Have you decided to give up on divination?”said Hermione.
"Not yet, but soon." Bance said.
"What's in the box?" said Harry, looking up.
"Vomiting Badge." Bance said.
"What?" said Ron.
"Vomiting?" Harry opened the box and looked inside.
"What is this? It says 'vomit.'”asked Ron, holding up a badge.
"It's not vomit," said Hermione impatiently."It's-p-e-w. It meant the house-elf rights promotion society.”
"Never heard of it." said Ron.
"Of course you haven't," said Hermione briskly."I just started it.”
"Ah?" said Ron, slightly surprised."How many members do you have?”
"Well-if the three of you come-there'll be four.”said Hermione.
"Do you think we want to walk around wearing badges that say 'vomit?”said Ron.
"It's S-P-E-W!”said Hermione irritably."I was going to call it the Movement to Ban the Cruel Treatment of Our Magical Creature Friends and to improve their legal status-but it didn't quite fit. That's why I made this the title of our association's declaration.”
She waved the parchment at them.
"I've been studying this question in the library. The elves 'slavery could be traced back to centuries ago. I can't believe no one has done anything about it.”
"Listen, Hermione," said Bunce."They like it, they like to do it for free.”
"Our short-term goal," said Hermione, raising her voice,"is to ensure that house-elves receive reasonable wages and good working conditions. Our goals at Long Cloud include changing the law against wands, and trying to get an elf into the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures, because it's shocking how little elf interest is represented.”
"Your idea is even more shocking, Hermione.”Bance said angrily.
"Let's not talk about anything else. How can we do this? It's not realistic at all." said Ron.
"First of all, we need to recruit members.”said Hermione in high spirits."I think the participants will have to pay two Sickles-to buy badges-which will pay for our flyers. You'll be Treasurer-Ron-I've got a piggy bank for you upstairs-Bunce, you'll be the secretary, you'll need to write down everything I say now as a record of our first meeting, Harry-you'll be Minister of Public Relations, and you'll be in charge of the publicity from now on.”
"I'm not going to be the secretary, Hermione.”Bance said.
"Why?" asked Hermione.
"Is there a need to say that? You're the only one who enjoys it.”said Ron.
"But-" said Hermione.
"Alright, it's too late. It's time to sleep. If there's anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Bangs stood up and said.
"Let me clean this up." said Ron, grabbing the Exploding Crackle card from the table.
Then the three of them walked up the stairs to the boys 'dormitory and disappeared.
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