A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 513: Magic Photo

Blake's old house, restaurant.

"Alastor," said Mrs. Weasley, coming up from the downstairs kitchen, holding a vegetable salad and a plate of chicken legs, "I made it with the leftover ingredients, last night's The vegetable soup is not very fresh."

"Already very good." Moody said calmly, the blue magic eye stared at the salad for a while, and then began to eat. "Oh, that's right," he looked at Neville, "Frank and Alice will be back around noon, and they sent me a valuable piece of information."

Neville nodded and his eyes lit up.

"What information?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I can't reveal more, in case you are caught by the Death Eaters to extract a confession-" Moody said gruffly, staring at a chicken leg, holding it up to his nose and sniffing it, "Thanks, Molly." He bit down hard.

Harry didn't know which was more pitiful - his mutilated nose, or a bitten chicken leg. Or Moody imagined them being caught and tortured by Death Eaters?

"Don't think I'm joking, many people think they can stand up and be a tough guy, but they only need a Cruciatus Curse—" Moody grinned ferociously and gestured towards them, the little wizard at the dining table Qi Shushu leaned back.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him reproachfully.

Moody has picked up a second drumstick. "Molly, they can take it. I heard that they train a lot. It's not for showing off in dueling class, is it? I'm just introducing them to a more real world...you all want to be Aurors?" His normal eye looked at the crowd.

Harry, Ron and Neville nodded, Hermione hesitated and nodded, and surprisingly, Ginny did the same.

Mrs. Weasley looked shocked.

"Ginny, you're only in third grade! It's too early to think about that."

"It's not too early, I'm in the fourth grade."

"I said it early! You're a girl, and I won't allow—" Mrs. Weasley said furiously.

In the next few minutes, the restaurant became very lively. Ginny made a loud noise and quarreled with Mrs. Weasley. Crookshanks at his feet returned to his master, his flat, hairy face staring at the two sources of noise.

"We're going back upstairs." Hermione winked at Harry and the others, wanting to flee the battlefield, but Ginny left before them, stomping on the stairs, Mrs. Weasley Chasing after her, it seems that he must persuade her to change her mind.

"Then let's, uh—go to the training room?" Hermione stood there, looking at her companion uncertainly, she didn't really want to train, she just wanted to get away from Professor Moody's spinning around Keep the magic eye away.

Others felt similarly, and stood up swiftly.

"Are you all right, Potter?" Moody said gruffly.

"I'm fine." Harry didn't tell the truth. On the one hand, he hesitated to reveal to Ron and the others that he had mastered the three Unforgivable Curses. On the other hand, he began to worry about Dumbledore. What will I think after seeing my own memory? My heart is in a mess, up and down.

He suddenly had an idea.

"Professor Moody, I have a question," Harry said, before noticing Moody's eyes following him, "Aurors were once authorized to use the Unforgivable Curse...is the situation really that bad? ? And the spell won't affect you?"

"That's what you said." Moody muttered, took out the flagon at his waist and took a sip, "It was almost in the later period of the war. The more people fight, or the more people are forced to join..."

"The real Death Eaters are all elite, and they can see the mysterious people directly, but there are still many—such as werewolves—who are not high in the mysterious people's team, but no matter what, the war has been fought for almost ten years. In 2010, people felt more or less hopeless, Batty... He is definitely a tough person, and the reason why many people can continue to persevere is because of him... He suggested to the new Minister Bagnor to allow Aurors to get some Privileges, such as being able to use the Unforgivable Curse on Death Eaters, and other miscellaneous things, are all for Aurors to let go... And Bagnor also agreed, a very courageous witch, I think she is better than the previous one .”

"But, does it really work?" Harry asked eagerly, "I mean, can a disarming spell subdue the enemy, or a stunning spell?"

Moody stared at him for a moment, then laughed softly. His face became more ferocious.

"That's right. The Killing Curse is just a spell. Cutting off a person's head can kill people," Moody said frighteningly, "but they are completely different. These three The spell was designated as the Unforgivable Curse in 1717, and the users would face severe punishment. After that, the public rarely heard it. Of course, they have not disappeared, and have been circulating among black wizards..."

"It was the mysterious man who brought them back to the public's attention. Death Eaters and his vassals blatantly used these spells, coupled with the overwhelming publicity in the newspapers, so they were spread like a god. Batty wanted to change this situation, He believes that it is necessary to restore the confidence of the people, and the death curse is definitely more deterrent than the disarming curse."

"Then you—" Harry froze, he didn't know how to ask further.

"You want to know if I've ever killed someone with a Killing Curse? Or how it feels when I kill someone?" Moody asked softly.

Harry faltered, and the others fell silent.

"Of course I did it. I used the Death Curse to kill people. I remember very clearly that the Death Eater named Evan Rozier died like this..." Moody showed a perverted smile, " But as long as it can be avoided, I will try my best to catch them. I have many acquaintances in Azkaban, but unfortunately a group of them escaped a month ago." He muttered in a low voice, which sounded like he was swearing.

Or maybe Harry misheard, maybe Moody suddenly wanted to eat Fudge flies, which was a kind of fudge.

"As for the feeling, I don't really feel much... When the war is at its most intense, we wish the other party would die cleanly. We don't have time to think about so much." If it is rich enough, you can—"

Footsteps are heard upstairs. Mrs. Weasley came down, and Moody picked up a drumstick and gnawed on it again.

The conversation seems to have ended there.

"Oh, by the way, I have something here that you might be interested in," he said, pulling out a battered photo of magic from his pocket. Harry saw a small group of people moving, some waving, some raising their glasses.

"This is—" Mrs. Weasley walked over to take a look and frowned.

"The original Order of the Phoenix," said Moody in a low voice, "you saw it too, didn't you? I'm not sure if you had one, but there was one." He said to Mrs. Weasley, "Your Both brothers are good, but unfortunately they died young... I went to see Emmeline yesterday, oh, she is fine, but she was injured—"

He noticed that Harry and the others wanted to ask questions, so he said in advance. Mrs. Weasley's lips were pursed tightly.

"Is that the fishing plan?" Harry asked softly. He knew Emmeline~IndoMTL.com~It was a witch dressed in dignified and elegant clothes, and she didn't like to talk much. She was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, whom Harry had met a few times before.

"It seems that you are aware of the plan, and you are right, you are going to receive the award, and you cannot avoid it." Moody said.

Harry felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle. He had heard from Ms. Burns that the Weasleys had been replaced at the time, but he had no idea that the replacement was Emmeline Vance from the Order of the Phoenix, and she was also injured.

"She's lucky, there are a few of them here who can't even find the corpse, or only part of the corpse..." Moody seemed to notice that Mrs. Weasley was holding back his silence, so he handed the photo to Harry, "Keep it, the one of James and Lily may not be found... I went there once, in Godric's Hollow... now it's in ruins."

Harry forced a smile, not knowing what to say.

He caught sight of his parents, who were smiling at him, and Harry suddenly wanted to go to Godric's Hollow. As he lay in bed at night, the idea grew stronger, and it was strange that he hadn't thought of it at all before.

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