Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Someone may ask, if there is no curse, why should I show you this?” Moody yelled out loud and frightened the class again, "because you have to understand something and be fully aware of what's worst. You don't want to find yourselves in the situation you're facing, stay alert! ”

“Well, these three spells, Avada's curse of life, the curse of soul snatching and the curse of heart drilling, are all called unforgivable spells. Using any of these spells on humans is enough to spend the rest of your lives in prison in Azkaban, and that's what you have to learn to resist. That's what I'm going to teach you to resist. You need to be prepared, you need to be alert, but most importantly, you need to be alert and never let loose. Take out the feather pen and write these down..."

No one spoke, everyone was busy taking notes and recording these three unforgivable spells.

And just as you thought this lesson was about to end, Moody's suddenly said, "Next, I'm going to show you the power of this spell by using a soul-killing spell directly on you, to see if they can resist its effects. This was something we would have learned in the back class, but since Ivan Mason is a genius known as the future star of magic, I think we can try it in advance. ”

His words just said that the sounds of the classroom exploded, and the discussions suddenly seemed like a flood of mouths.

Everyone looked at Moody and Ivan in surprise, and a little face filled with excitement.

Are they listening correctly? Moody the MadEye actually wants to use a soul-killer spell on Ivan.

God, this is insane!

Everyone was excited to die and a little scared to wait for what was going to happen in the middle of anxiety.

As for Slytherin's students, let alone a misfortune wanting to see Ivan suffer.

What Moody had just done to control the spider was still in sight.

If Ivan had a tap dance like that in front of the crowd, it would have been a big story that would have stunned the whole school.

Everyone is talking, and only Colin, Ginny, and other well-connected students are worried.

They were afraid of Ivan's loss, and it was absolutely bad for such wicked dark magic as a minor wizard.

Ivan didn't have any feelings, so he told himself in advance last night that he was ready to do so.

I just didn't expect this imposter to be so impatient.

“Mason, come out!” Moody waved a wand and the desk leaned aside, leaving a large open space in the middle of the classroom.

“Professor, naturally you have no problem with the use of a soul-killer spell against me, but I must remind you that it is a serious offence to use it against someone else.” Evan said slowly, "As you just said, it's a crime enough to stay in Azkaban for a lifetime, and it's not a pleasant place, there's probably no food like fresh blood. ”

After a moment of silence, the others blinked and stared at Ivan, seemingly not understanding what he meant by what he said.

Moody's crippled nose trembled unnaturally and she had no expression on her face.

“Thanks for the heads-up. I'll keep an eye out!” He only turned his magical eyes around, staring at Evan in the shadows and blinking, and said in a cold voice, "Professor Dumbledore wants me to teach you to feel that if you are willing to learn the spell of soul capture in a more cruel way, waiting for someone to recite it to you and keep you completely in your hands, that's good, I agree, you can go, never show up in my classroom. ”

The atmosphere was so tense that students in the classroom looked at two people as if Ivan was leaving.

Of course Ivan can't just be scared away. That's so pathetic. He has confidence in his brain closure. Now that the other party has made up their minds to use the soul-killing spell against him, let's give it a try and see who loses in the end.

Ivan stood up and gently photographed the school uniform robe.

After all the nervous attention, he walked to the centre of the classroom and to the empty space that Moody's had just removed from the desk.

Moody lifted up his wand and looked at him violently, as if he were going to swallow Evanson.

“Professor, you can begin!” Ivan said softly.

Moody was polite and raised her wand and said, "Soul out! ”

The next second, Evan felt his soul floating lightly.

The thoughts and worries in my mind swept away, leaving nothing but a lukewarm, invisible and untouchable joy.

He stood there feeling particularly relaxed and worry-free, only vaguely aware that everyone was watching him.

Unlike the ordinary soul capture spell, Moody's Magic carries a strange power.

This power is extraordinarily powerful, extraordinarily evil.

Driven by it, the power of the soul-snatching spell far exceeds that used by ordinary dark wizards.

Powerful power leads Ivan's soul away from his body and never returns...

But compared to the power of evil gods, this is far from enough.

Nearly as soon as Moody's spell was recited, Ivan's brain closure started naturally.

All outside spiritual invasions are being resisted, and the power of magic cannot penetrate Ivan's brain.

Less than a second after that floating feeling appeared, his consciousness returned to his mind.

The scenery in front of him gradually became clear, and Ivan broke the other man's powerful soul-snatching spell.

But Fake Moody doesn't know.

Whoever he is, no matter how powerful he is, he probably didn't expect Ivan to break free from the soul curse so quickly, he thought Ivan was under his control.

It is clear that his horrible face flashed with a hint of uncontrollable delight.

Ivan didn't say anything, either. He wanted to see what they were going to do next.

Then, Moody's voice was heard and echoed in some distant corner of his head.

“Jump up, jump three times in place, jump three times...”

The request was so simple that Ivan jumped three times and followed the other party's orders.

He could hear a repressive mockery in the classroom, and Slytherin's students probably thought they'd been controlled by a soul-snatching spell before making such a ridiculous move, yelling at Moody to control Ivan to do something even more excessive.

Moody nodded and said yes, seemingly satisfied with the reaction Ivan had just made.

The next second, the voice in Ivan's mind comes back to mind.

This time it is no longer an order, but... intoxication!

As Ivan envisioned, this guy, after controlling him, couldn't help but begin to explore his memory.