"Ah, another Malfoy," the hat sounded amused. "You are not what you seem, or what your family and peers see, are you? Your heart is double. A Malfoy in name, but your true lineage is hazy, which makes you quite tricky to place. You would do well in...
We had Defence Against The Dark Arts after breakfast, and our professor, who turned out to be Mad Eye Moody, walked in. He used to be an Auror, a dark wizard catcher; most the cells in Azkaban are full thanks to him.
Once everyone was seated, he started the class. "Alastor Moody," he turned around and aggressively begun to write his name on the chalkboard. "Ex-auror. Ministry malcontent." He threw the chalk away. "And your new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end! Any questions?" His glass eyes darted around the room.
"When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, who can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?"
"Three, sir," I answered in a shaky voice.
"And they are so named?" He turned his back to us, facing the board.
"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will-"
"Earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban! Correct! Now the ministry say you are too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared," he turned to the board again. "You need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than under your desk, Mr Finnigen!"
We all turned around to stare at Seamus. "Aw, no way the old codger can see out the back of his head?"
Most swung around aggressively. "And hear across classrooms!" He lobbed the piece of chalk at Seamus. "So, which curse shall we see first? Weasley!"
"Yes?!" Ron squeaked.
"Give us a curse."
"Well, m-my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse," he answered.
"Your father would know all about that. Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why," he walked over to a glass jar and took out a spider. "Hello! What a little beauty." He took out his wand and pointed it at the awful thing. "Engorgio!" The spider grew a little in size and I squirmed in my seat. This wasn't okay. "Imperio!" Moody then said, and he was controlling the spider.
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He was like a mad puppeteer as he made the spider jump onto Dean and Neville's desk, then onto Crabbe and Draco's faces and everyone started laughing.
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