Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)

Chapter 518 Three Unforgivable Curses

All the third-year students seemed to realize that Evan knew a lot.

In the past, they only knew Evan was very strong, but they never had a clear idea of the extent of his knowledge and power.

The young wizards at Hogwarts generally believed he was one step ahead of his peers but still weaker than the students in higher grades.

It wasn't until the recent World Cup that everyone realized Evan was strong enough to shake the magical world.

In today's class, Evan talked about so many types of Dark Magic in one go that none of them had heard of before.

The young wizards in the classroom were all left speechless, looking at Evan incredulously.

Of course, some of them had heard about some types of Dark Magic, a couple, maybe even a dozen, but thousands?

For a moment, they all had the illusion that Evan was the true professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It was evident that Moody was also very surprised when he heard Evan passionately speaking about it. None of the things Evan said were the answers he expected, but there was no error in what he was saying.

He knew he had to stop him, or he could go on with it for the rest of the session...

At that moment, it was expected that the demonstration of dark magic would leave everyone feeling dizzy.

Evan even talked about Necromancy, something that was beyond everyone's comprehension.

Although for Evan it was something very basic, or not even basic, but simply common sense, for the other students, the descriptions of these branches of dark magic from hundreds of years ago sounded like incomprehensible gibberish.

In the end, Moody interrupted Evan for his outstanding performance, awarding 10 points to Gryffindor.

"What Mr. Mason said is very good, but I think it is imperative that you understand the three techniques most commonly used by the Dark wizards, the so-called Unforgivable Curses, rather than the cold and remote black magic of centuries ago," said Moody. "So, can anyone tell me what these three unforgivable curses are?"

After a while, Ginny raised her trembling hand. "There's the Imperius Curse, Professor," she whispered.

She still had vivid memories of Ron being controlled by Peter Pettigrew last year, and of him being in the hospital for a long time after that.

The Weasleys had discussed the whole incident and the curse many times, so Ginny could never forget it.

"Yes, Miss Weasley!" appreciatively said Moody. "Your father would know that. The Imperius Curse has caused many troubles for the Ministry on a certain occasion."

Moody stood up heavily on his mismatched feet, opened a drawer in his desk, and took out a glass jar. Three large black spiders were moving rapidly inside, looking dreadful.

All the students slightly leaned back in their chairs and watched him attentively.

Moody reached into the jar, grabbed one of the spiders, and held it in the palm of his hand for everyone to see. Then he pointed his wand at it and murmured, "Imperio!"

The spider leaped from Moody's hand on a thin strand of silk and began to swing back and forth as if on a trapeze. It extended its legs rigidly, then somersaulted, breaking the thread and landing on the desk, where it started to spin in circles. Moody sharply flicked his wand, and the spider rose on two of its hind legs and began what was undeniably a tap dance.

Everyone was laughing, except Moody.

"Do you find this amusing, eh?" he growled. "Would you like me to do it with you?"

The laughter almost instantly faded, and everyone looked at Moody with horror.

"Total control," said Moody quietly as the spider curled up and began to roll one way then the other. "I could make it jump out the window, drown itself, throw itself down your throats..."

"Years ago, many witches and wizards were being controlled by the Imperius Curse," said Moody, and everyone knew he was referring to the days when Voldemort had been all-powerful.

"At that time, the Ministry of Magic was truly busy. They had to figure out who was being forced to act and who was acting of their own will. But this was difficult to do. Depending on the magical power of the spell caster, it can last a long time. When people realize, it's often too late."

At that moment, it was estimated that no one dared to trust the people around them because they could not determine if they were being controlled by the Imperius Curse.

It was quite likely that in the morning you would utter some words against Voldemort to your best friend. Upon returning home from work, you would see the Dark Marks floating above your home and all your family members dead.

How horrifying everything was!

"The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I will teach you how, but it requires true strength of character, and not everyone possesses it. It is better to avoid being hit by it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" growled Moody, and everyone jumped.

Moody picked up the spider that was spinning around and tossed it back into the jar.

"Does anyone else know of any others? Another illegal curse?"

Next, a Slytherin student stood up and named the remaining two, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse.

Moody explained them again to everyone, practicing on the spiders.

It was definitely not a pleasant experience to see a swollen spider writhing horribly, swaying back and forth, trembling violently, and abruptly breaking a leg.

As for the Killing Curse, it should be noted that after Moody's wand emitted a dazzling green light, the spider leaping in front of them died so silently.

It rolled over and lay motionless on the table.

In the open classroom, it felt like something invisible was cutting through the air. It was the shadow of death.

It had just arrived there, taking the life of the spider in front of Professor Moody's wand.

Several students could not bear it, they screamed loudly, and everyone seemed terrified to the extreme.

In the subtle and chaotic sound of "Avada Kedavra," Evan could feel a powerful force.

This force acted directly on the soul and life, and no one could resist it.

Of all the protective magics that Evan knew, only a few were able to defend against the Killing Curse, but at a high price.

Among them was the loving sacrifice used by Harry's mother, Lily. She used the loving sacrifice to protect Harry, but the price paid was her own death.

"It's not pleasant," Moody said calmly, sweeping the dead spider from the desk to the floor. "It's not enjoyable. And there's no counter-curse. It can't be blocked. Only one person has survived it."

Everyone knew the person he was referring to was Harry.

"Avada Kedavra is a curse that needs great magic behind it... you could take out your wands right now and aim at me and say the words, and I doubt you'd even make me bleed from the nose," said Moody as his magical eye scanned the frightened faces of everyone. "But that doesn't matter. I'm not here to teach you how to do it."

Of course, Evan was definitely not included in those people he was talking about.

Although Evan's soul had not succumbed to evil thoughts, his powerful magic was enough to enable him to use an extraordinarily powerful killing curse, terrifying beyond common sense. What it would definitely cause would not be a simple nosebleed...