CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "I saw the look he gave you! He's totally into you."
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─── Y/N POV ───
The door creaked open, and in came Alastor Moody. His face was covered with scars, his magical eye spinning in its socket, taking in the classroom. His wooden leg hit the floor with each step as he approached the front of the room. I let in a sharp gasp as he passed by.
"Alastor Moody," he began, his voice low. "Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story. Goodbye, the end. Any questions?"
The room was silent. No one dared to speak.
I sure as hell wasn't going to.
"When it comes to the Dark Arts," Moody continued, "I believe in a practical approach. But first, who can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"
"Three, sir," Hermione answered.
"And they are so named?"
"Because they are Unforgivable," she replied, her voice steady. "The use of any one of them will—"
"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban," Moody interrupted, his lips curling into a grim smile. "Correct. Now, the Ministry says you're 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. And you need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!"
Seamus Finnigan jumped as Moody's spinning eye fixed on him. A collective gasp rippled through the class.
"No way," Seamus muttered under his breath. "The old codger can see out of the back of his head."
Without missing a beat, Moody spun and hurled a piece of chalk straight at Seamus, narrowly missing his ear. "And hear across classrooms!" he barked. "So, which curse shall we see first?"
Merlin. My heart was pounding, and I wasn't even the one under fire.
"Weasley!" Moody's shout made me flinch, and Ron jumped visibly in his seat.
"Y-Yes?" Ron stammered, his face pale.
"Stand!" Moody ordered.
Ron stood reluctantly, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.
"Give us a curse," Moody demanded.
"Well... my dad told me about one...the Imperius Curse," Ron said hesitantly.
Moody's scarred face twisted into a dark grin. "Oh, yeah. 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."
