Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

"The Arms Dealer from Hogwarts ()"

Fake Moody's first class looked radical, not only by the students, but by the teachers, but what they didn't expect was that more radical classes were to come.

Over the next two weeks, Moody demanded more and more from his students, asking them to note the power and effect of each curse, and how to fight it.

Fortunately, he didn't leave any homework that needed to be written. As long as the students learned the spells he designated, they could use them in the second class. This also made the students who were tired of homework like him a lot.

But Jemini knew that fake Moody's was far more radical than that.

As he thought, in the new week of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Moody proposed to cast the Imperius Curse on the students in turn.

"Dumbledore wants to make you feel—"

That's what he said, putting the pot on Dumbledore's head with his backhand.

But this is not wrong. In the Unforgivable Curse, the only spell that is not too harmful is the Imperius Curse, and if you have strong mental power, you can get rid of the control. Under controllable circumstances, using the Imperius Curse to exercise willpower can also be used. It's a way of learning.

Many spells are closely related to the wizard's willpower and concentration. If these aspects can be improved, then the control of spells will naturally be beneficial.

"Use the Imperius Curse on the students..."

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Jemini said quietly, his thoughts were divergent.

"What? Mr. Fox, you seem to be a little repulsive, but it doesn't matter, if you don't want to experience this experience, I agree, you can leave." On the podium, Moody's eyes rolled: "But I personally suggest You'd better try this feeling, it will definitely be good for you, after all, you don't want to have any shortcomings in yourself, right? Dumbledore is very optimistic about you."

Jemini shook his head: "It's nothing, I just think this is a good place, and I feel it."

Moody: "???"

What book?

He didn't understand what Jemini meant, but he didn't get to the bottom of it.

For him, the most important thing right now is to take advantage of this great opportunity to use the Imperius Curse to control Jemini.

Naturally, Jemini could think of such things, but he wasn't worried that Moody's Imperius Curse could control him.

Devoured two pieces of Voldemort's soul, as well as the powerful spiritual power of the Kaleidoscope Shaker, plus the hundreds of magic chakras flowing in the body, not to mention Moody, even Dumbledore himself could not control it. he.

If he has the time to worry about himself, he might as well worry that Moody accidentally stimulates the writing wheel, and is killed on the spot by the backlash chakra.

"Okay, come on, form a line and come forward in turn." Moody waved his wand and moved the desk to both sides of the class: "Which of you will come first?"

The students consciously lined up behind Jemini.

"..." Jemini sighed: "Okay, I'll come first."

He didn't know whether the group of people respected him or what, but since he was standing here, he couldn't say anything else.

Jemini took a few steps forward and walked to the center of the classroom. Opposite him, Moody raised his wand: "Out of body!"

Unlike other spells, Imperius's expression is very subtle, without the green light of Arvada, nor the red glow of your weapon, as if the air fluctuated a little, like the heat on the asphalt road in summer, A spell fell on Jemini.

The hostile Imperius Curse made the back of Spider's head feel uncomfortable, but it didn't feel threatening, as if someone threw a pebble at him.

The moment the curse hit Jemini, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared in Moody's sight.

Then, the surrounding scene changed.

The whole world was pitch black, and Fake Moody was stunned to find that his own body had changed back to what it was, his own young body.

where is this?

Did the compound decoction fail?

No, I was just in class!

A series of thoughts flashed in Barty Jr.'s mind, and the sight in front of him made it a little difficult for him to understand.

"So...I personally don't recommend casting the Imperius Curse on students as a teaching method."

A cold voice appeared in Barty's ear, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He raised his head in disbelief and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

It was a transparent black giant. The giant was hundreds of meters high, dressed in armor, with wings on its back, and stood quietly in front of Barty.

Jemini stood in the crystal above the giant's head with his arms crossed, looking down at Barty, his scarlet eyes were cold, as if he was looking at an ant.

"what is happening?"

Barty's eyes were full of shock, and he couldn't help asking in a trembling voice.

"It's like the ant bit the fire dragon while it was sleeping. The fire dragon naturally couldn't feel anything, but the ants broke their teeth. This is probably the case between us."

Jemini said in a nonchalant and warm voice: "This is the spiritual space constructed by the writing wheel, because of the Imperius Curse, you were pulled in by the stimulated writing wheel. In the end, it's my fault. Although I have tried my best to control it, your weakness is still beyond my expectations."

Barty Jr.'s face was shaking, he could understand that Jemini was insulting him.

He reached out and touched his body, but was embarrassed to find that there was no wand on his body.

"In the spiritual space constructed by the wheel-eye, I have the final say in everything. Of course, there will be no such thing as a magic wand." Jemini shook his head and laughed: "Mr. Barty Crouch."

"What do you want to do?" A trace of fear appeared on Barty's face.

This unheard-of method completely exceeded his expectations, and Jemini's ability also refreshed his understanding of the word wizard, both of which made him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

"It's not up to you to ask me this question." Jemini smiled briskly: "I should be the one to ask you, why would someone who has been dead for more than ten years pretend to be Alastor Moody Appearing at Hogwarts?"

"I guess you don't want Harry to participate in the Triwizard Tournament and then find a chance to bring Voldemort back to life?"

Jemini asked with a smile.

"How did you know this?" Little Barty's lips trembled. "What do you want? Kill me? Or send me back to Azkaban?"

"Of course not. I'm just an ordinary student. How can I have bad intentions?"

Jemini shook his head and said gently, "I just want to thank you. After all, it was because of you that I discovered the new abilities that my eyes have evolved."

"So to express my gratitude to you, Mr. Crouch, please also accept the gift I gave you—a chance to be my dog."

Saying that, Jemini looked at Barty's eyes, the scarlet writing wheel eyes spinning rapidly.

"Soul out of the body!"