Chapter 171：

"He probably mentioned it," Moody said, scratching his chin nonchalantly, "but I think it needs a good scare."

"We can put him in detention, Moody!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, "or report it to the dean of the college where the person is located."

"I will do that." Moody turned to glare at Malfoy in disgust.

Malfoy would not be outdone, and Moody wanted to take him away.

A hand stretched out from the side, John held his hand, stared at the face, and said coldly: "You don't want to do that."

Professor McGonagall did not expect the development of the matter and asked in surprise: "Mr. Wick?"

"What if I just want it? The dean of your college is Snape, right?" Professor Moody roared: "He is also an old friend. I have been looking forward to having a good chat with my old buddy Snape!"

"I said," John refused to give in, and the force in his hand increased, "you don't want to do that."

A trace of anger flashed in Moody's eyes, and he wanted to take Malfoy away by force.

Unconsciously, many Slytherin students were surrounding him.

They looked at Moody with indifference in their eyes.

"Let go, kid!" Moody growled.

John said nothing, but the Slytherin students took a step forward, making the originally small circle even smaller.

Professor McGonagall looked around, and she felt that maybe Dumbledore could handle it.

"I will not abandon my friend, not to mention when someone presses his head to admit his mistake."

John's hands were strong enough to crush rocks. He stared at Moody and said word by word: "Don't make it so ugly, Professor."

Heinrich didn't know when he had arrived behind Moody, followed by more and more people.

Daphne also stood beside John, her face full of arrogance and disdain.

The atmosphere was tense.

The pressure was erupting silently. Even Moody, who had experienced hundreds of battles, still had an incredible look in his eyes.

John looked at Professor McGonagall, spoke calmly to her, and said, "Professor McGonagall, maybe our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a little uncomfortable with the school rules, so that he does things that are not in compliance with the school rules. I believe Filch is very happy with it." Give him a manual."

His hand loosened, and Moody's dropped.

Looking up again, John's face returned to its normal expression and he said calmly: "Go back."

As soon as these words fell, the Slytherin students spread out a path.

John walked out first, Daphne trotted two steps to follow John, and Heinrich was already on the left.

Malfoy snorted coldly, turned to Harry and said, "Potter, you should confront me head-on, not your new nanny."

Harry's face turned red when he was told that. Ron was angry at first, but as the Slytherin crowd surrounded them, he put away his anger.

Hermione looked at John, very surprised at his current prestige.

Snape arrived just as Slytherin dispersed.

Several people led by John wore the Star Club badges on their chests, emitting a little starlight.

He looked a little complicated and said to himself: "John Wick."

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School is never a good place to hide secrets, especially when, for the first time in history, conflict breaks out between students and professors.

No one wants to delve into the cause. People in the other three houses only know that Slytherin is like green glass made from loose sand, shining brightly under the light.

This matter also fell into Dumbledore's ears, and he did not expect that such a thing would happen.

However, it seems that Moody's got it wrong.

Even McGonagall was very angry when this old friend used transformation punishment on students. She and Dumbledore complained about Moody's excessive punishment.

"John Wick, has he grown to this point?"

After Dumbledore learned that John and Moody had exchanged three moves, his expression was complicated.

There is no doubt about Moody's strength. He is a legendary Auror who contributed half of the prisoners to Azkaban.

Dumbledore even thought that if he died, the person who could take over his position and fight against Voldemort would have Moody's name.

With such an experienced Auror, neither of them suffered any loss when John fought against him.

"Severus, what do you think?" He looked at Snape in the principal's office and asked.

"I said," Snape said calmly, "Slytherin is already in his possession, you should see it."

Yes, I saw it.

In addition to the deans of the Fourth Academy, there are others who can do this.

The group of Slytherins even surrounded a professor for John, which had never happened before.

Even when Voldemort was in school, no matter how extreme he was, he would never reach this level.

Students have a natural awe for their teachers, and for John, the group of Slytherins overturned their awe without hesitation.

Dumbledore could no longer clearly see John's future. All he could do was to make the student turn around from the irreversible path.

For the first time, Dumbledore wavered in his idea of ​​a savior.

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The King of Slytherin, handsome, right?

The price was that in Potions class the next day, John was asked crazy questions by Snape.

For this reason, John went crazy for points.

Just kidding, even if you ask how to make the elixir of life, John can tell you.

Snape: I’m so angry, but I still need extra points.

Just like that, just two days into the school year, Slytherin's points skyrocketed, causing people in the other three houses to shout that someone had opened the school.

In response, Slytherin smiled disdainfully, not as good as John Wick.

Just like that, the time came to the third day of school.

Lesson 1 Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.

It is a very coincidence that Gryffindor and Slytherin have Defense Against the Dark Arts classes together almost every year.

This time is no exception.

Professor Moody’s class is well received by the sixth grade students, so the students are looking forward to it.

As the thumping of footsteps came along the corridor, Harry and Ron looked forward to it.

That scarred face appeared in the classroom.

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Chapter 194 Hardcore Teaching and Three Unforgivable Curses

Seeing Moody's unfriendly face, the timid person was frightened.

They quickly took out their respective copies of "Black Magic: Self-Defense Guide" and waited. The atmosphere was exceptionally quiet, which was unprecedented in previous classes.

"Put these things away," Moody said gruffly, walking to the podium with a cane and sitting down. "You don't need these textbooks."

The students looked at each other and finally put their books away.

Ron was very interested. He heard from Fred and George that this course was very interesting.

The first step is to roll call, which is also a good way for the professor to quickly get to know the students.

Moody didn't need to raise his head. He looked down the list with his normal eyes, while his magic eyes wandered around to look at the students who responded.

"John Wick."

"Here." John's expression was calm.

When the name was mentioned, the atmosphere became even weirder.

Moody just paused slightly and continued reading with a normal expression.

"Okay," after all the students' names were read out, Moody started teaching. He said, "I received a letter from Professor Lupine, introducing your progress last semester. You have already mastered a lot of basics on how to deal with dark magical creatures. ”

When talking about the students' favorite Professor Lupin, they became bolder and expressed their approval in low voices.

However, Moody changed the subject and said, "But you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells, not enough!"

Seemingly dissatisfied, Moody tapped his wooden leg on the ground.

Moody stared at the students, his magic eye moving around, and said: "Therefore, I am going to let you understand what wizards do. I have one year to teach you how to deal with the black devil..."

Before he finished speaking, Ron blurted out nervously: "What, what did you say?"

The blue-eyed demon eyes turned around and stared at Ron.

Ron swallowed hard, and it was only after his brain twitched that he said that facing Moody, he would rather face the spider.

Just when Ron thought he might be the first person to be sent to Azkaban for interrupting in class, Moody smiled.

"You are Arthur Weasley's son, right?" Looking at the red hair, Moody said: "A few days ago, your father helped me get out of a very difficult situation. Yes, I only teach One year, do Dumbledore a favor, and then live a peaceful retirement."

He didn't seem to care about Ron's interruption, which made Ron relieved.

Malfoy sneered softly, which was very obvious in class.

The smile on Moody's face suddenly faded, and his magic eyes suddenly turned to stare at Malfoy.

Malfoy suppressed his smile, but he still couldn't say he was very friendly.

After all, no one can have a good impression of a person who starts a relationship in class, especially when that person attacked him yesterday.

Moody looked at Malfoy for a while, laughed hoarsely, and clapped his rough hands to signal everyone to concentrate.

He also got to the point, the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of this semester.

Holding a piece of chalk tightly in his hand, he said loudly and gruffly: Do you know which spells will be punished the most severely by wizard law? "

After the words fell, several hands were raised tremblingly, including those of Ron and Hermione.

Moody looked over, glanced over, and pointed at Ron.

The tone was hoarse, but much softer and lower, "Weasley."

"Uh, that's right," Ron said uncertainly, "My dad told me about one, it's called the Imperius Curse or something, right?"

"Ah, yes!" Moody said loudly and appreciatively, "Of course your father knows that spell. The Imperius Curse has caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic."

With that said, Moody quickly wrote the Imperius Curse on the blackboard, walked to the podium with difficulty on his prosthetic legs, opened the drawer, and took out a glass bottle.

"Not all of you have experience facing the Imperius Curse, right?"

The magic eye was staring at John. In the glass bottle, three **** spiders were crawling inside.

Ron regretted it and swore he didn't want to be with spiders.

"As far as I know, a poor child was affected by the Imperius Curse when he was in first grade." Moody reached into the bottle and grabbed a spider without fear.

He very thoughtfully placed the spider on his open palm so that everyone could see it more clearly.

Pointing at it with the wand in one hand, he muttered: "Imperio"

The spider was controlled and jumped away from Moody's hand, dangling on a thread like a swing.

Spinning and somersaulting in the air, the spider fell onto the table, stood up on its hind legs, and danced a tap dance.

Everyone laughed, and Moody raised his lips slightly.

"You think it's fun, don't you?" He asked in a rough voice, "Would you like it if I did it to you?"

The laughter disappeared almost immediately.

Moody looked at John, who had said something since he came in, and said softly: "Completely controlled by the caster, the controlled person, I can make him jump off the window sill, or let him drown himself, or else Controlling...killing someone."

His words were straightforward, and the students' faces turned pale.

Staring directly at John, Moody said: "Wick must have felt it very much, that feeling of being involuntarily."

Brush it.