Professor Moody is certainly an interesting individual.
During the train ride back to Hogwarts and the first week back, (Y/N) and Hermione had reviewed the Fourth Year curriculum, just so that they would be prepared for what they were going to be doing. There were all sorts of things, such as new potions, plants, and spells.
What wasn't on the curriculum, however, were the three Unforgivable Curses. In addition to that, they weren't prepared for how easily Professor Moody performed the Curses.
"So — straight to it. Curses. They come in many strengths and forms. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I am only permitted to teach you certain things about these spells, not the spells themselves." Moody grumbles as he stands up. "Which, in my opinion, is a load of bullshit—"
Gasps come from all around. They haven't heard a professor curse yet. Granted, they obviously know the professors use language they probably shouldn't be using—they aren't idiots. It's just... strange? Every year, they're treated more and more like adults and (Y/N) doesn't like the thought of that.
"Apologies, everyone. I'll try to filter my language." Moody smirks and looks at Hermione. "Don't go report me to Dumbledore. That won't end well for any of us."
Hermione blinks and looks to her left, at (Y/N). They both shrug.
Moody clears his throat and grabs a piece of chalk from below the blackboard. He writes two words, "Unforgivable Curses". Silence overcomes the classroom before everyone starts nervously whispering amongst themselves.
"Can anyone tell me why they're called the Unforgiveable Curses?" Moody looks at (Y/N) now. "You. (Y/L/N)."
(Y/N) looks around awkwardly. "...Because they're unforgiveable?"
"Correct. Well, this is just my opinion, but sometimes they are necessary. In battle, you can't expect your simple disarming spell to work on a Dark Wizard every single time." Moody starts pacing the room. "You need to learn how to defend yourself."
The students in the room start murmuring again.
Moody slams his hands on his desk, causing silence to follow. "Starting today." He walks over to the other side of his desk and removes the top of a jar. After putting his hand in and grabbing the contents of the jar, he reveals a spider. "A beauty, isn't she?" He waves his wand, aware that everyone was on the edges of their seats, either in fear or anticipation.
"Can anyone tell me what the Imperius Curse does?"
Theo speaks up, "It allows someone to control another. It's typically used in inter—"
"—Interrogations, yes. Thank you, Nott. Five points to Slytherin."
Snickering comes from the back of the classroom. Slytherins, obviously.
Moody holds his wand over the spider. "Imperio!"
The entire room gasps. A mixture of can't he be sent to Azkaban? and bloody brilliant can be heard from everyone's mouths.
Moody immediately snaps his glass eye to look at (Y/N). It didn't last for longer than a second, and anyone who was paying attention to the spider wouldn't have noticed it. But (Y/N) did.
He focuses his attention back onto the spider. "Does anyone know any of the other Curses?"
Neville hesitantly raises his right hand into the air. All eyes are on him.
"Yes, Mr. Longbottom?"
Neville can't seem to look Moody in the eye. "The— the Cruciatus Curse?" he says tentatively.
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