Chapter 237 Moody's Memory

"Five points for Gryffindor, two points for Ron, and three points for Hermione."

Sherlock never hesitated to give extra points to students who answered questions correctly, and he never favored the Ravenclaw house where he was born. He was much more impartial than a certain old bat who did not want to be named.

"As Ron and Hermione said, the three unforgivable curses are the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Death Curse."

"These three spells all involve magical laws. As long as any Unforgivable Curse is released on a person, the wizard who uses this spell will be imprisoned in Azkaban for the rest of his life."

"To be honest, I am not good at real black magic, that is, the Unforgivable Curse. So far, I have not even used a successful Unforgivable Curse."

"And this year, there happened to be a person in the castle who knew this very well, and had even personally used these three spells on people."

At this time, some of the students below did not raise their hands and asked stammeringly.

"Professor, didn't you say that as long as you use the Unforgivable Curse on someone, you will be imprisoned in Azkaban for the rest of your life?"

Sherlock's eyes were solemn, and he did not criticize the Hufflepuff student for not obeying classroom discipline, but nodded.

"Very good question, Williamson. The reason why he was not arrested for using the Unforgivable Curse on people was because during that time, in order to deal with dangerous enemies in the magical world, the Ministry of Magic made an exception and released Aurors. Limitations on the Unforgivable Curse."

"Although such restrictions were quickly added again, during that time, more than three dark wizards died under his death curse."

All the students couldn't help but hold their breath. Everyone knew who the person Sherlock was talking about was.

There is only one Auror who came to Hogwarts this year - Mad-Eye: Alastor Moody!

"I originally wanted to invite him to explain or demonstrate to you in person, but the old man has no intention of dealing with a bunch of young people in class."

"But fortunately, I have a pretty good relationship with him, so I got some things from him that can make you feel the Unforgivable Curse."

While Sherlock was speaking, he took out a transparent glass bottle from his robe pocket. Inside the bottle were several silver threads swaying slowly like seaweed floating in the water.

The contents of the bottle had obviously touched the blind spots of the students. Even Hermione, who had read the most books, did not recognize what it was.

But it wasn't the key to Sherlock's teaching in this class. After he placed the glass bottle on the podium, he took out his wand and pointed it at the classroom doors and windows, and all the curtains were pulled up. The entire classroom fell into darkness.

At the same time, Sherlock used his wand as a pen and wrote a series of silver symbols on the four walls of the classroom. No one could understand the meaning of these symbols. Only Hermione could barely recognize that these were ancient symbols. Runes.

In fact, if Harry had been more careful when he went to Dumbledore's office, he would have discovered that the runes that Sherlock drew in the classroom at this time were stored in the cabinet with Dumbledore, on the surface of a stone basin. The texture is exactly the same.

These symbols that Sherlock copied from the pensieve collected by Dumbledore can give the entire classroom the effect of temporarily reading memories.

After inscribing all the runes, Sherlock opened the glass bottle, and the silver light floated out like a fish in the water.

At the same time, the runic symbols engraved on the wall all lit up with a soft silver light!

"Don't make a sound, and carefully read all the pictures that appear in front of you."

Sherlock's voice rang in the classroom, soothing the nervous hearts of the students.

Soon everyone felt dizzy, and then a scene that was different from the classroom where the class was taking place appeared in front of them.

They were in a dilapidated old house. The tattered floor was covered with dust, and a pile of furniture that could be considered tatters was piled aside.

The environment was terrible, but at this time no one paid much attention to what was going on around them. All their attention was attracted by a wizard tied up with a hemp rope directly in front of them.

The wizard looked very fierce in appearance. His face was bruised and swollen, and there seemed to be no intact spot.

He was restrained and tortured, but he still yelled wildly.

"Keep going! Is this all you have! Are there any other methods? That won't work! Your teammates won't be able to hold on for long. They will tell everything they know, and then they will be treated like Clean up like a pest! Let’s see who’s braver!”

The students looked at the wizard in astonishment, who was still arrogant even in such a situation. Just as they were in a daze, an anxious voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"Let me try again, Captain! It's really too late! We really don't have time to wait any longer!"

The students looked back to where the sound came from, only to find that behind them, squatting on the wall near the door, were three wizards wearing the Ministry of Magic's Auror robes.

They immediately recognized Moody, who was wearing a magic eye and prosthetic limbs. He didn't look as old as he did later. He had a cigarette in his mouth and looked very ugly.

The young Auror beside him urged him. He looked restless and was waiting for something. During this time, he looked at the still shouting wizard with extremely obvious disgust and hatred.

Moody seemed to have made up his mind about something. He spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth and said in a hoarse voice.

"Even if the Ministry relaxes the restrictions on the use of unforgivable curses, such things should not be done by you young people!"

"But..."

The young Auror wanted to say something else, but Moody glared at him fiercely.

"Shut up! I haven't died before you! Why are you stealing the limelight for me!"

After he said that, he drew out his wand, limped, but walked very steadily every step through those students who looked very abrupt in this scene.

Several students who were blocking Moody's way subconsciously made way for him, but Moody completely ignored them, passed through the students like a ghost, and finally stood in front of the captured wizard.