Chapter 14:

Curse Unforgivable

The next two days passed without meaningful incidents, except for Neville who melted
his sixth grade in Potions lesson considered an incident. Professor Snape, whose appetite for
revenge seemed to increase during the summer, gave Neville a detention, and Neville returned in
a state of almost fainting, having just been told to unload a barrel full of horned toads.

"You know why Snape is so angry, right?" said Ron to Harry as they watched Hermione
teach Neville Scourers to clean the rest of the frog's intestines from under his fingernails.

"Yeah," said Harry. "Moody."

It was common knowledge that Snape wanted to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts
teacher, and now he had failed to get it for four years in a row. Snape disliked all the previous
Defense Against Dark Arts teachers and did not cover it up — but strangely he was extra careful
not to show his hatred for Mad-Eye Moody. In fact, every time Harry saw the two of them
together together — during meals or when they passed each other at corridor - he had a strong
impression that Snape was avoiding Moody's eyes both magical and normal.

"I think Snape is a bit scared of him," said Harry thoughtfully.

"Imagine if Moody turned Snape into a horned toad," said Ron, his eyes glazed over,
"and wagged it in his basement ..."

Gryffindor's fourth graders had been waiting for Moody's first lesson, so they arrived
early for lunch on Thursday and had gathered in front of his class even before the bell rang. The
only thing that hasn't appeared yet is Hermione, who arrived just before the lesson began.

"Just from ..."

"... library," Harry finished his sentence. "Come quickly, later we will not get a good
place."
 They hurried to the three seats that were right in front of the teacher's desk, took out the
Black Magic book: Self Defense Guides, and waited, unusually quiet. It was immediately heard
that Moody's step was approaching from the hall, and he entered the classroom, he looked as odd
and terrible as before. They could see the claws of the wooden legs under his robe.

"Just get rid of it," he growled, limping to his desk and sitting, "your books. You won't
need them."

They put their books back in their bags. Ron looked very excited. Moody pulled out the
attendance list, shook his long, gray hair so as not to cover his face, and began to roll away. Her
normal eyes moved steadily following the names on the list, while her magical eyes whirled,
staring intently at every child who answered.

"All right," he said, when the last child had declared himself present. "I've received a
letter from Professor Lupine about this class.

It seems that you have a complete foundation for dealing with Black creatures - you have
learned Boggart, Red Cap, Hinkypunk, Grindylow, Kappa, and werewolves, right? "The children
murmured in agreement.

"But you missed — very left out — in handling the curse," said Moody. "So I'm here to
open your horizons about what one wizard can do to another. I have one year to teach you how to
deal with the Science of Hi ... "

"What? You don't stay?" Ron blurted out.

Moody's magical eyes turned to Ron. Ron was very frightened but a moment later Moody
smiled - the first time Harry saw him smile. The effect, his face full of scars looked even worse,
but at least it was a relief to know he was doing something friendly like smiling. Ron was very
relieved.

"You must be Arthur Weasley's son, eh?" said Moody. "Your father helped me out of a
very difficult situation a few days ago ... Yeah, I'm only here this school year. Special help for
Dumbledore ... One year, and then back to my quiet retirement." He laughed hoarsely, then
clasped his gnarled hands together.

"So ... go straight to the point. Curse. There are various forms and strengths of the curse.
Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I am only required to teach you the contract, I cannot
show you what the illegal curse of black magic is like. before you are sixth grade, you are
deemed not old enough to face it, but Professor Dumbledore gives a higher value to your nerve
endurance, he suspects you will be able, and in my opinion, the sooner you know what you are
dealing with, the better. yourself from something you have never seen? A witch who will do an
illegal curse on you will not tell you what she will do. She will not ask permission first to do it.
You must always be prepared. You must be on your guard and be on guard. You have to get rid
of it, Miss Brown, when I'm talking. " Lavender jumped and her face turned red. He had just
shown his horoscope to Parvati under the table. Apparently Moody's invisible eyes could see
through the wood, not only through the back of his head.

Moody stood with difficulty at his unbalanced legs, opened his desk drawer, and pulled
out a glass jar. Three large black spiders ran inside. Harry felt Ron pull back a little to the side.
Ron hates spiders. Moody put his hand in the tube, caught a spider and held it in the palm of his
hand, so everyone could see it. Then he pointed his wand at the spider and murmured, "Imperio!"

The spider leaped from Moody's hand on the silky thread and began to swing back and
forth, like a trapeze player. He stretched his legs rigidly, then plunged while turning back,
breaking the thread and landing on the table, then somersaulted around the table. Moody jerked
his stick, and the spider stood on its two hind legs and began to move in a tap dance motion.

Everyone laughed — except Moody.

"You think it's funny, huh?" he growled. "Do you want me to do it for you?"

Laughter stopped immediately. "Total control," Moody said quietly as the spider rolled
itself and began to roll around. "I can make him jump from the window, drown myself, throw
myself into your throat ..."

Ron shuddered.

"Years ago, there were many wizards controlled by the Imperius Curse," Moody said, and
Harry understood he was talking about the days when Voldemort was in power.

"The Ministry is very busy, trying to sort out who is forced to do it, and who does it of
their own volition.

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted, and I will teach you how, but it takes a strong
character, and not everyone has it. It's better to avoid it if you can. BEWARE EVERY TIME!"
he shouted, and all the children jumped.

Harry felt his face turn red when Moody's eyes, both of them, looked into his eyes. He
could feel all the children looking at him too. Harry looked at the blank blackboard as if
fascinated, but actually didn't see it at all ...

So, that's how his parents died ... just like the spider. Are they also intact without injury?
Do they only see flashes of green light and hear the roar of death before their lives are snatched
from their bodies? Harry had repeatedly imagined the death of his parents for the past three
years, since he knew they had been killed. Ever since he knew what had happened that night:
Wormtail had betrayed his parents by telling Voldemort where his parents were, and Voldemort
came to them in their cabin. Harry imagined how Voldemort killed his father first. How James
Potter tried to hold him, while shouting at his wife to take Harry away ... Voldemort came to Lily
Potter, told him to stay away so he could kill Harry ... how his mother begged Voldemort to kill
him, not wanting to stop protecting his child ... then Voldemort kill him too, before pointing his
wand at Harry ... Harry knew these details because he had heard his parents' voices when he
fought the Dementors last year - because that was the terrible power of the Dementors: forcing
their victims to relive the horrifying memories of their lives, makingthey sink helplessly in their
own despair ....

Moody spoke again, feeling from a distance for Harry. With all his might, Harry forced
himself back to his present state and listened to what Moody had said.

"Avada Kedavra is a curse that requires great magic power — all of you can take your
wand off now and point it at me and say the curse words, and I'm sure I'm not nosebleed. But
that's fine.

I'm not here to teach you how to do it.

"Now, if there is no counter-curse, why should I show it to you? Because you must know.
You must be able to appreciate the worst. Don't let youare in a situation where you have to face
it. BEWARE EVERY TIME! "He roared, and the whole class jumped again.