HP: For a better world

"Uh... Imperius Curse?" Ron muttered uncertainly, standing out in the quiet classroom. He didn't raise his hand, clearly unsure.

Moody's magic eye suddenly turned to stare at him, and the eyes of the whole classroom seemed to turn to him as well. A drop of cold sweat dripped down Ron's face: Did I say something wrong? He thought in a panic.

"You're right, Weasley," Moody seemed to see through his thoughts and encouraged him, "You learned this from Arthur, your father is right, the Imperius Curse - one of the three unforgivable curses that controls people's minds. Compared with the other two, it seems to be more harmless... more gentle."

Moody said: "However, it has caused the Ministry of Magic no less trouble than the other two. It is difficult to judge and silent. In the past, those wizards who escaped crimes used it as an excuse to convince the jury of their innocence. Of course, I know that every wizard I have arrested is innocent."

He raised his hand and waved his wand. An iron cage flew out of the cupboard and landed on the podium. Inside the cage were several rabbits that were unaware of what was happening and were chewing vegetables stupidly.

Moody opened the cage, reached in roughly, and lifted a rabbit out by its ears.

The cage door closed, and Moody's wand hand directed it to the ground again. Moody placed the rabbit on the podium. The rabbit continued to eat grass docilely, its black eyes looking to the side, its ears twitching, and its short tail twitching cutely behind it.

The classroom became a little more lively.

"Very cute, isn't it?" Moody said in a hoarse voice, removing the cloth wrapped around one of the two items.

Well, I couldn't really tell what it was, it looked like a normal, common necklace, the kind my mom liked, with slightly faded beads on it - not real pearls.

Several classmates snickered in agreement.

He cleared away the rest of the items on the podium, leaving only the rabbit and the necklace.

"Now let's see what happens to an animal under the Imperius Curse."

Moody poked the rabbit in the rump with his wand.

The rabbit hopped forward two steps, stepped on the necklace, and continued to chew it stupidly with its three-lobed mouth.

"It doesn't seem to be responding, Professor—" someone shouted boldly.

Moody was not angry, "Yes, there is not now." He put a small stool forward, and the rabbit jumped on it impatiently.

He lifted the rabbit's ears and put it down. The bench was covered with dense spikes, but the rabbit seemed not to see them and jumped up blindly.

A raging flame ignited on the spikes, and even the vegetables he had been chewing were forgotten - the rabbit jumped back in as soon as it was put down - the hair on his body was burning, and the air was filled with the stench of burnt hair.

"The spell's commands are simple. It just makes every animal that touches the necklace jump onto the bench when it sees it," said Moody.

The rabbit's ears rapidly shone and its fur turned black as it began to break free from the spell's effects.

"Ah! Ah!"

It began to scream briefly, jumped out in the flames, fell to the ground, rolled over and screamed in pain - the students in the front row quickly stepped back.

Moody waved his hand, water spurted out from the end of his wand, and the flame went out.

The rabbit quickly became wet, the sound became intermittent, and finally disappeared.

Moody commanded the rabbit to float up and fly in front of him. He looked at the charred rabbit and said, "It's still alive. I'll give it to the kitchen later. You may still see it on the dining table."

He put the rabbit down and stuffed it back into the cage. "This is the Imperius Curse. Is it fun?"

No one dared to say a word, and the classroom was filled with a burnt smell - the rabbit's cry was too creepy.

"Magic prop," Moody grinned. "It's a bit rigid. It only has this one command. If I let it do a little dance, it might confuse you more."

Hermione looked a little uncomfortable. The smell of the burnt rabbit was right in front of her, and she covered her nose in disgust, feeling a little nauseous.

But someone vomited before her, crying and vomiting on the person at the next table, causing a scream.

Lavender squeezed her throat desperately, and fragmented "Binky, Binky" came out of her chest.

Moody stamped his feet and scolded his deskmate Lavender who was hit by vomit.

"Get her out, stop screaming, get Miss Brown to the hospital wing, and take care of yourself while you're at it."

Lavender was quickly dragged out by her deskmate.

("What's wrong with her? Such an exaggerated reaction." Ron turned his head and looked behind him in confusion. "Although it's a bit hairy, we have dealt with small animals more than once in Potions class."

"Oh," said Hermione sympathetically, "she might be thinking of her rabbit. Her rabbit died in Strawney's mouth last year.")

Moody looked a little unhappy, and his scarred face became even more ferocious. "Let's continue." He said roughly, bending his legs with difficulty and sitting back down.

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted. I will teach you how, but it requires a very strong personality. Not everyone can learn it. If you can't learn it, you will most likely be like that rabbit when you are hit. You will only wake up when you are on the verge of death." Moody said, "Or you will never wake up until the curse wears off."

"A skilled spell caster can make the person under the spell unaware, and even when the spell wears off, the person will be unaware and will take other people's orders as their own.

A small number of people will realize that something is wrong many years later. They will come to the Ministry of Magic to turn themselves in, and many cases that have been hidden for many years will be exposed... More people have done something wrong and are lucky enough to think that someone has cast the Imperius Curse on them. But the result is not so. It is a difficult problem to distinguish whether a person is under the Imperius Curse. Thoughts are difficult to detect, and only experienced people can find loopholes in it. "

"Any other spells? Illegal spells, not necessarily Unforgivables."

"The Cruciatus Curse—"

Neville didn't raise his hand, but in a surprising burst of courage he murmured clearly.

"Longbottom?"

Neville jumped up from his chair, his face suddenly turned pale, but his neck was red, and he stammered, "Yes, yes, yes, Professor."

Moody said nothing more, motioning him to sit down. Neville sat down tremblingly.

Winster didn't notice any difference. It would be really strange if it was exactly the same as the original.

He's not in a movie.

Moody then turned around, grabbed the second rabbit, and placed it on the podium.

This time the rabbit seemed much more lively. It screamed softly and tried to escape, struggling desperately in Moody's hands.

"Petrification." Moody cast a petrification spell and put the rabbit back on the podium.

"Longbottom—" Moody's magic eyes turned, staring at him and ordered: "Go and help me tell the students who just sent Miss Brown to the hospital wing, tell her not to stay in the hospital wing for too long, and come back as soon as possible."

"——I can, Professor." Neville's voice was trembling, but he insisted, "Just show me, I think I can hold on."

Moody hesitated, clearly wavering at Neville's insistence. He wasn't sure whether he should exclude Neville from the scene and take care of his mental health, or acquiesce to his courage and allow him to endure the same torture that had been inflicted on his parents.

He thought of Longbottom's parents. "Very brave, boy." He said softly, "Your parents, we once fought together. They are rare warriors, and you have inherited their bravery, child."

Neville gripped the edge of the table, tensing himself mentally, and when he heard Moody's praise, he forced a smile on his pale face.

Draco was about to laugh at him without paying attention to his expression, but Winston elbowed him in the stomach, causing him to bite his tongue. He was in so much pain that he was accusing him with his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes.

Loial quickly hit him with a ball of paper. Draco immediately glared at him, and the small area became lively.

"If you can't hold on any longer, just stop," Moody said.

The rabbit's head began to move, still shrieking softly, and Moody cast a spell to relax it, unpinning it.

He unwrapped the last item and pushed it over with his wand.

It was hard to see what it was, as it was blocked by the edge of the podium. All we knew was that the relaxed rabbit suddenly rolled over after it touched that thing, fell on the table and began to gnaw its fur desperately - its claws were gnawed open, bleeding bright red, its fur was gnawed open, and the rabbit fur was flying all over the podium.

The rabbit that was cast under the silencing spell wailed silently, leaving only a painful rustling sound in the ears of the students.

Of course, the sound would not hurt the ears, but every student looking at the podium knew what the sound was.

The rabbit's tumbling stopped quickly. Moody took the initiative to move the props away. The display stopped not long after it began. Neville was mentally prepared and hadn't even started halfway before it was over. He suddenly felt a little empty and looked up at the professor blankly.

"That's it. This is the Cruciatus Curse," said Moody. "It's a torture spell commonly used by dark wizards on innocent people. It was once very popular. It was also very popular among dark wizards." He told a joke that others didn't understand.

Winster was amused and laughed, then covered his mouth and coughed.

"There is one last spell, who will do it?"

Winster raised his hand. Moody called his name.

"Whitey, go ahead."

"Avada Kedavra," said Winster.

Hermione dropped her hands angrily.

"Yes, this is the last and most serious spell," said Moody.

"Wizards who have used it usually have their souls full of cracks." Moody did not intend to demonstrate the third spell. "Of course, without this spell, the souls of those wizards are also full of holes - the usual result of killing a person with magic. Many people don't care."

"The Ministry of Magic once allowed Aurors to use these three spells, but Aurors with cracks in their souls have sequelae in their wills - their minds will become darker, they will suffer from insomnia, irritability, easy fright, nightmares, panic, personality changes, and excessive vigilance."

Moody said nonchalantly, "It doesn't sound like there are any major consequences? That's the most serious problem - after you use it once, it will keep tempting you to continue using it because it is simpler and easier. Compared to most black magic with obvious costs, its cost is too small. You only need a little potion to solve most of the troubles."

"But you will soon become unaware of even walking among Dementors. You will use this spell on anyone at will, without any warning, at your own will, just because it is convenient. Legend has it that wizards who have used this spell will be valued by the god of death, who desires such people to bring it endless death. Those who have used it will completely change their cognition, but the person himself cannot escape death. When he casts this spell for the first time, the ending is already determined."

Moody's scarred face showed a mysterious smile. "The Legend of Beedle the Bard. Everyone has read it, right? There are three Death Brothers in it. Death is the inevitable outcome for us. No one knows what we will encounter after death. However, if any of you dare to use this spell in the future, the law will punish you before the Death."

Moody directed the cloth to wrap up all the dangerous props. "I personally appreciate the punishment of the Magical Congress of the United States. They use potions to awaken a person's most cherished memories and lead them to their own death. Compared to letting Dementors suck away a person's happiness... humph, a complete and painful death may be a better warning to some criminals."

Moody snorted, stood up and shook himself: "get out of class is dismissed." He limped up the stairs behind the podium with his crutches and went back to his office.