A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Black House, restaurant.

"Alastor," Mrs. Weasley said, coming up from the kitchen downstairs with a green salad and a plate of chicken thighs in her hand, "I made it with the rest of the ingredients. Last night's vegetable soup didn't work. Too fresh."

"Already good," Moody said calmly, the blue magic eye staring at the salad for a while, then gulping. "Oh, by the way," he looked at Neville, "Frank and Alice came back around noon, and they sent me a piece of information that is very valuable."

Neville nodded, his eyes lit up.

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

"I can't reveal more, just in case you get caught by the Death Eaters for a confession—" Moody grumbled, staring at a chicken leg and sniffing it, "Thanks, Molly. ' he bit hard.

Harry didn't know which was more pitiful - his mutilated nose or a bitten chicken leg. Or were they, in Moody's imagination, captured and tortured by the Death Eaters?

"Don't think I'm joking, a lot of people think they can stand up and be a tough guy, but just a Cruciatus—" Moody gave them a grim smile and gestured towards them, and the little wizards at the table brushed together. Lean back.

Mrs Weasley looked at him reproachfully.

Moody has picked up a second drumstick. "Molly, they can take it. I heard they train a lot. It's not just to show off in dueling class, right? 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 nodded hesitantly, and, surprisingly, Ginny did the same.

Mrs Weasley looked shocked.

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

"It's not early, I'm in the fourth grade when I start school."

"I said 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, her hair was tossing around like an angry cat, which was lying at her feet. Crookshanks returned to his master, his flat, hairy face staring at the two sources of noise.

"We're going back upstairs." Hermione gave Harry and the others a wink, trying to flee the battlefield, but Ginny left before them, stepping on the stairs with a thud, Mrs Weasley chasing after her Behind him, it seemed that he had to convince 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 stay away from Professor Moody's wandering eye. point.

The others felt similar, and they stood up deftly.

"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 that Dumbledore would see him. What will I think after the memory, my heart is messed up and down.

He suddenly had an idea.

"Professor Moody, I have a question," Harry said, before noticing Moody's eyes following, "Aurors were approved to use the Unforgivable Curse... Is the situation really that bad? And the spell Won't it affect you?"

"You said that." Moody muttered, taking a sip from the jug at his waist, "It was almost the end of the war, and it was really difficult at the time, mainly because the vassals of the Death Eaters fought more and more, Or, more and more people are being forced to join..."

"Real Death Eaters are all elites who can meet You-Know-Who directly, but there are a lot of them - like werewolves - who don't have a high status in the You-Know-Who team, but anyway, the war has been going on for almost ten years, and people I'm a little desperate, Barty... He is definitely a tough guy, and the reason why many people can continue to persevere is because of him... He suggested to the new Minister Bagno that the Aurors should be allowed to obtain some privileges, such as Unforgivable spells can be used on the Death Eaters, and there are other miscellaneous things, all to make the Aurors let go... And Bagno also agreed, very powerful witch, I think it is better than the previous one."

"But does it really work?" Harry asked eagerly. "I mean, a Disarming Charm can overpower an enemy, or a Stunning Charm?"

Moody stared at him for a moment, then laughed sullenly. His face became even more hideous.

"That's right, the Killing Curse is literally a spell that kills as much as it cuts off a person's head," Moody said in a terrifying understatement, "but they are very different. These three spells were created in 1717. It was designated as the Unforgivable Curse, the user would face severe punishment, and then the public rarely heard of it. Of course, they did not disappear, and have been circulating among the dark wizards..."

"It was You-Know-Who brought them back to the public eye. The blatant use of these spells by the Death Eaters and his vassals, combined with the hype in the newspapers, made it all the rage, and Batty wanted to change that, he thought— -It is necessary to restore the confidence of the people, and the Life Sucking Charm is definitely more deterrent than the Disarming Charm."

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

"Do you want to know if I've ever killed someone with a Life Sucking Curse? Or how I feel about killing someone?" Moody asked softly.

Harry hesitated, and the others were silent.

"Of course I did it, using a life-suppressing spell to curse people to death, I remember very clearly, that's how the Death Eater named Evan Rozier died..." Moody showed a perverted smile, "But as long as you can Avoid, I try to catch the live ones. Azkaban has a lot of acquaintances with me, but unfortunately a group ran away a month ago." He whispered, sounding like cursing.

Maybe Harry got it wrong, maybe Professor Moody was suddenly craving Fudge Flies, a fudge.

"As for the feeling, I don't really feel it... When the war is at its most intense, we want the other side to die cleanly. How can we have time to think so much." Moody said disapprovingly, "Your heart must be hard enough and your experience rich enough. can-"

Footsteps came from upstairs. Mrs Weasley came down, and Moody picked up a drumstick and nibbled it again.

The conversation seemed to end just like that.

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

"This is—" Mrs. Weasley walked over to take a look, frowning.

"The original Order of the Phoenix," Moody said solemnly, "you saw it too, didn't you? I'm not sure you had one, but there was one." He said to Mrs Weasley, "Your two brothers All good, unfortunately passed away young...I took a look at Emmeline yesterday, oh, she's fine, just hurt—"

He noticed that Harry and the others wanted to ask questions, so he said ahead. Mrs Weasley pressed her lips together tightly.

"The fishing plan?" Harry asked softly, knowing Emmeline, a well-dressed witch who wasn't very talkative. She was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, which Harry had met a few times before.

"Looks like you knew about that plan, and yes, you're here to receive the award, and you can't get around it," Moody said.

Harry felt like he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. He had heard from Ms. Burns that both the Weasleys had been replaced, but he had no idea that the replacement was Emmeline Vance of the Order of the Phoenix, who was also injured.

"She's lucky, there are a few here who can't even find a body, or only a part of it..." Moody seemed to notice that Mrs. Weasley was holding back and handed the photo to Harry. "You keep it, the one from James and Lily may not be available...I went once, in Godric's Hollow...now in ruins."

Harry forced a smile, not knowing what to say.

He caught a glimpse of his parents, who were smiling at him, and Harry suddenly wanted to go to Godric's Hollow. When lying in bed at night, this thought became stronger and stronger. It was strange that he had never thought about it before.