Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 289 Professor Moody's Dark Magic Lesson
"Don't be so angry, Albus," Nicholas Flamel's languid voice came through the crystal ball.

“Actually, compared to Grindelwald, I think what he said makes a lot of sense,” Nicholas Flamel added. “I think those three contradictions are very well summarized. They are indeed the biggest drawbacks in the current magical world, and the general solutions he proposed later… I think they are still quite feasible.”

"Feasibility?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and asked. "This is a rebellion!"

“Heh,” Nicholas Flamel said, “as if you care so much about the Ministry of Magic.”

"..." Dumbledore opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but—

“And I remember that even after you parted ways with Grindelwald, you planned to secretly take control of the Ministry of Magic through Hogwarts,” Nicholas Flamel added.

Dumbledore: ...

“Everyone has a youthful period, and I was too young back then…” Dumbledore explained.

“Thiara is young too,” Nicholas Lemaille interrupted. “He is younger than you now, younger than Grindelwald, and Albus, if I may be so bold, his ideas and beliefs are far superior to those of you when you were young.”

“Lema…” Dumbledore rubbed his temples helplessly. “I have deeply realized my past mistakes, so let’s not bring it up again, okay? The key is, how do we deal with the mistake that Tierra is about to make?”

“I think it’s great,” Nicholas Flamel said. “He doesn’t care about fame or fortune; he just wants to make the world a better place. I don’t quite understand why you’re worried, Albus.”

"Heh..." Dumbledore chuckled as well. "Anyone can say that. Gellert said even nicer things to me back then, and what happened?"

"And yet he still became a Dark Lord?" Dumbledore retorted. "Power is a tempting poison, Flamel. Once you're hooked, no one can escape its allure."

“But I don’t think Tierra has this problem,” Nicholas Lemaire said after taking a sip of tea from the other side of the crystal ball. “I may be old, but I’m not senile. I can see what Tierra is pursuing, but it’s definitely not power; it’s more like knowledge…”

"Wait!" Dumbledore suddenly interrupted, his expression hardening. "Why did Tyrell invite Miss Granger to join the Tarot Club? Miss Granger is just an ordinary student; what qualifications does she have to join the Tarot Club?"

Nicholas Lemaître paused. "Albus, you mean..."

"Could he have said these things on purpose for us to hear?" Dumbledore asked with a grave expression.

Inside the crystal ball, Nicolas Lemaître's expression changed.

……

"Good morning~" The next morning, Hermione greeted Tyella, Harry, and Ron happily and politely asked for a blueberry pie.

Hermione now felt full of energy and enthusiasm.

After her talk with Tierra yesterday, she decided never to mention anything about the liberation of house-elves again.

Because she is now a warrior of faith, she understands that simply liberating house-elves is meaningless if this evil pyramid is not overthrown, since the pure-blooded tycoons at the top of the pyramid will use other magical creatures, or even Muggles, as the foundation stones at the bottom of the pyramid.

and--

Hermione, the High Priestess.

"Hehe." Hermione chuckled softly, silently reciting the title she had just received yesterday.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron asked uncertainly.

Harry looked at her with concern.

Hermione's unusually cheerful behavior clearly startled Harry and Ron.

"Huh?" Hermione looked at Ron, puzzled. "Oh, nothing, it's just that the weather is so beautiful, we should be happier."

After saying that, Hermione smiled again, picked up her knife and fork, and started eating her breakfast.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both a little confused.

The first two days of school were uneventful, with no particularly serious incidents occurring.

Aside from Neville melting his cauldron during Potions class, this is the sixth cauldron he has melted.

Professor Snape's vengeful nature seemed to have reached new heights during the summer holidays, and he ruthlessly punished Neville by making him stay at school to do chores. Neville had no choice but to gut a large bucket of horned toads, and when he returned, he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

But what does this have to do with Tiera?

Tierra's experiments were always so perfect that even Snape couldn't find any flaws.

The first class on Thursday afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and everyone eagerly anticipated it because, according to the Weasley twins who had already taken the class, it was simply—

"That's awesome." So even before the school bell rang, the fourth-grade students were already lining up outside Moody's classroom.

As class was about to begin, Tyrell, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurriedly took their seats in the four seats directly in front of the podium, took out their copies of "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense," and waited in an unusually quiet atmosphere.

Soon, they heard Moody's distinctive thumping footsteps coming down the corridor.

He walked into the classroom, looking as strange and frightening as usual.

They could see his claw-like wooden foot peeking out from under his robe.

"Put these things away," he said gruffly, as he walked with difficulty to the podium, leaning on his cane, and sat down. "You have absolutely no need for these textbooks."

The students packed their books into their bags, and Ron seemed very excited.

Moody took out the roster, shook his head to clear his long, gray hair from his twisted, scarred face, and began calling out names.

His normal eye moved down the list, while his magical eye darted back and forth, fixing its gaze on each student who answered—

His eyes lingered on Tierra and Harry for a moment longer than usual.

“Alright,” Moody said after the last student finished answering. “I received a letter from Professor Lupin introducing the course. It seems you’ve grasped quite a bit of the basics about dealing with dark magical creatures—you’ve learned how to handle Boggarts, Red Hats, Hinkpunk, Grindylows, Kaba, and werewolves, haven’t you?”

The students murmured their approval.

“But you haven’t learned enough, far too little, how to deal with spells…” Moody said. “Therefore, I’m going to show you the magic spells that wizards use against each other. I have a year to teach you how to deal with dark magic—”

"What? What did you say?" Ron blurted out.

Moody's magical eye turned and stared at Ron.

Ron looked terrified, but Moody quickly smiled—

His smile made his scarred face look even more distorted and bizarre, but it was always comforting to know that he could still offer a friendly smile. Ron seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

“You’re Arthur Weasley’s son, right?” Moody said. “A few days ago, your father helped me out of a very difficult situation… Yes, I’ll only teach for a year. Do Dumbledore a favor… just teach for a year, and then go back to my peaceful retirement.”

He laughed hoarsely, then clapped his rough hands.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. Spells come in many forms, each with its own unique magic," Moody said, rubbing his hands together.

"Now, according to the Ministry of Magic's regulations, I should teach you various anti-charm spells, nothing more. In principle, since you're not yet in your sixth year, I shouldn't tell you what illegal dark magic spells look like, because you're too young to deal with them. But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage greatly, believing you can handle them, and in my opinion, the sooner you learn what you're dealing with, the better. How can you protect yourself in front of something you've never seen before? If a wizard wants to cast an illegal spell on you, he won't tell you his intentions. He won't cast it frankly, fairly, or politely. You must be prepared and vigilant. You'd better put that thing away while I'm talking, Miss Brown."

Lavender was startled, her face turning bright red. Just now, she had shown Parvati the celestial divination diagram she had drawn under the table. Clearly, Moody's demonic eye could not only see through the back of his own head, but also through hard wood.

"So... do any of you know which spells carry the harshest penalties under wizarding law?"

Several hands were raised hesitantly, including Ron's and Hermione's—

But Moody didn't call anyone; instead, he let the Magic Eye continue to look around.

However, Tiera could sense that Moody's magic eye swept over her several times.

"Ugh……"

Tierra helplessly raised her hand—

He knows Barty Crouch Jr.

Barty Crouch Jr. is ruthless and enjoys the pain of others.

In the original work, he called out the names of three people:
Ron, whose father dealt with the Imperius Curse; Neville, whose parents were driven insane by the Cruciatus Curse; and Harry, whose parents were killed by the Death Curse.

However, now that there's Tiera who has personally experienced the Imperius Curse, Barty Crouch Jr. no longer needs to keep harping on Ron—

"Mr. Lockhart!"

Professor Moody smiled cruelly to himself. He knew very well that although most of the stories about Tiera reported in the newspapers were false, Tiera had indeed been subjected to the Imperius Curse by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Get up, and you answer."

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