I'm a priest at Hogwarts

"To be honest, as long as I refuse, no one can force me to perform magic on me, so don't worry about me at all. It's you, Hermione. I'm worried that he will target you instead of me."

"Why do I?"

"Because you are my weakness, and you are so good, and you are from a Muggle family like me. With the piss-taking behavior of these lunatics, I have no doubt that he will do this."

"Let's go find Dumbledore. Only he can stop fake Moody."

"It's useless. It's impossible for Dumbledore to target a professor because of our baseless speculation, and this professor is also his friend in private."

"Then what should we do?" Hermione frowned and stamped her feet extremely irritably.

"Don't worry, my dear. The reason why we don't expose him is because we want to see what they are planning. We are not afraid of them. Now you can go to Professor McGonagall and find any reason to take a day off."

"What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I, haha. I'm going to give him a surprise, a big surprise." Orlando grinned, his eyes shining.

"Be careful, don't go too far." Hermione knew that it would be useless to say anything else. Her boyfriend was stubborn and extreme. He was a person who couldn't get rid of the dirt in his eyes. When his temper got angry, he would beat Moody even if he didn't care.

The two left the Room of Requirement, Hermione turned and went to the Headmaster's office, while Orlando returned to the common room.

"Where have you been? Where's Hermione?" Ron and Harry were discussing the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and asked hurriedly when Orlando came back.

"Hermione is feeling a little uncomfortable. She's taking a leave of absence."

"Ask for leave? Oh my god, do good students also have time to ask for leave?" Ron said exaggeratedly.

Orlando rolled his eyes at him, "If Hermione hears this, be careful if she gives you little shoes to wear. Don't blame us for not helping you then."

Harry covered his mouth and snickered.

"That's such a pity. You don't know that everyone is talking about Professor Moody now. Many senior students say that this is a rare experience and an unforgettable experience." Ron hurriedly changed the subject. He was frightened by Hermione.

"Okay, let's get ready. Let's go to class and see what an unforgettable experience is."

The group of people came out of the lounge, and the little lions of Gryffindor were already a little impatient. They talked loudly, and it seemed that everyone had become an expert in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Come in, everyone." Moody arrived in the classroom early, and with a wave of his magic wand, he caused the desks to move aside, leaving a large open space in the center of the classroom.

"Professor, you said - using it on others is -" Neville walked over tremblingly and said in a voice that only he could hear.

"Professor Dumbledore wishes to teach you how to feel," said Moody - his magical eye turning and staring at him eerily and unblinkingly. You can learn the method, or wait for someone to recite this spell to you, and completely control you in the palm of their hand, that’s good, I agree, you can go.”

He stretched out a rough finger and pointed at the classroom door.Neville's face turned red and his body trembled even more violently. He insisted on not rushing out of the door. This may be his last bit of stubbornness.

Orlando couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward and pulled him back, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

Moody didn't say anything, didn't stop him, just stared at him with his horrible fake eyes, but Orlando didn't care at all.

"Okay, no need to talk nonsense, let's get started. Whoever's name I read will come up." Moody took out the roster and said.

Moody began to call on his classmates to come forward in turn and recite the Imperius Curse to them.

Orlando noticed that under the influence of the spell, the classmates acted abnormally one after another.Dean Thomas jumped around the classroom three times, singing the national anthem.Lavender Brown impersonates a squirrel.And Neville actually performed a series of amazing gymnastics moves, which he would never be able to do under normal circumstances.

Orlando rubbed his chin and pretended to be watching their performance, his mind already going to nowhere.This fake Moody seemed to have unusual control over black magic. None of the students could resist this spell. In the end, they all returned to normal after the fake Moody eliminated the spell.

"Potter," Moody said with a hint of excitement in his voice, "it's your turn."

Harry stepped forward and walked to the center of the classroom, to the space vacated by Moody's desk, closing his eyes tightly and not looking at him.

Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said fiercely: "Out of body!"

At this time, after a period of Taoist training, Harry was no longer what he used to be. He kept Orlando's instructions in mind, stayed close to the mourning platform to free his mind, and quickly entered a state of selflessness when carving the talisman. The animals are moving but the hearts are one, allowing their souls and bodies to blend together.

"Soul out of the body!"

"Soul out of the body!"

Moody cast the Imperius Curse three times in a row, but Harry remained motionless and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Moody was a little furious, but he couldn't show it. Just as he was about to cast the Imperius Curse for the fourth time, Harry suddenly opened his eyes.

"Professor, did I pass?"

The fake Moody suppressed the urge to shoot him the Avada Kedavra, put down his wand, and said with a smile: "Very good, Harry successfully resisted the attack of the Imperius Curse. Twenty points to Gryffindor." .”

The students cheered loudly and clapped their hands vigorously, as if they had won a big victory.

Then it was Ron's turn. Harry's success seemed to inspire him. He walked to the center of the classroom with his head held high, but within a second he was attacked by a spell. After completing a series of backflips, he He limped down.

"Orlando Bloom." Moody held up the roster, and he was the last one.

The crowd separated from both sides, making way for a passage, revealing Orlando, who was standing at the end. There had been a successful case, which made everyone full of confidence in him, and everyone was looking forward to Orlando's performance.

Orlando did not disappoint everyone. He strode to the center of the classroom and looked at Moody with a calm expression, waiting for him to cast the spell.

"This is an experience class. The purpose is to allow you to feel the power of black magic in advance. No words can be as effective as experiencing it in person. This is the significance of this teaching."

Moody did not cast the Imperius Curse as soon as he came up. He talked a lot, as if he wanted to dispel Orlando's worries and encourage himself.Orlando didn't say anything, just looked at him calmly.

"Soul out of the body!"

A ray of green light shot out. At this moment, he used all his strength, and the spell he cast was radiant, dazzling and dazzling.

Orlando had been prepared for a long time. He made a decision and said silently in his mind: "The psychic bracelet protects my soul!"

The Imperius Curse hit Orlando, but what was unexpected was that the curse quickly rebounded after touching his body, and shot Moody's body with lightning speed.

Even though Moody was well prepared, he had no time to dodge. After being hit, his eyes were dull and he was captured by his own spell.

"Go, let's do a tap dance." Orlando was amused in his heart, asking a guy with a lame leg to dance. This scene is so beautiful.

The students burst into laughter, and one impudent guy shouted, "Do a striptease." He was chased and beaten by a bunch of girls.

"What should we do now?" When the fake Moody got tired and couldn't dance anymore, the students gathered around and asked.

"How do I know? I don't know how to do this spell, let alone how to break it." In fact, it is very easy for Orlando to break this spell. He only needs to use his powerful soul power to break the shackles of the spell. But why does he What to do?

"How about we send him to find Dumbledore?" Lavender Brown said, covering her cheek, her mouth still hurting.