HP: For a better world

"get out of class is over."

Moody picked up the box and limped away.

Harry looked anxiously at Ron who was rubbing his bruised eye. He had just touched the magic prop that jumped onto the table and kept trying to climb onto it. Hermione tried to stop him, but he wanted to fight with others. Hermione couldn't stop him alone, so she had to ask a group of people to hold him down and punch him to sober him up.

This punch had some effect, but it was not obvious. Among the students queuing behind Ron, few of those who encountered the magic props were able to break free.

But a few people still broke free in the heat of the moment. Hermione was one of them, and she drew the prop that Moody brought back from the Ministry of Magic - the Imperius Curse that made people dance and sing loudly, and in the process encouraged people to gradually abandon their restraints and take off their outer robes.

And the more people dance, the more obvious this urge becomes.

There are dance music such as tango, waltz, Swan Lake, etc. that test the dancers' sense of shame and physical flexibility.

——Hermione stepped on almost everyone's feet before she broke free from the unbearable shame.

And Harry and some others might have won the third grand prize... the most dangerous item Moody found in Knockturn Alley.

Until now they have not responded at all.

Naturally, no one won the prize.

As for Winster, he seems to be skipping classes recently. Ever since he became famous and caused several crowds in the classroom, which seriously affected the class order, he seemed to have disappeared. He can only be seen in Potions class. The other professors also seemed to have an inexplicable tacit understanding and would not deduct points for this when calling the roll.

Ron rubbed his eyes and hummed absentmindedly. Although he stood still, his eyes were still looking at the occupied table longingly without blinking.

"I'm just going to stand there... What's the problem? My eyes hurt from your hitting me."

"I want to ask the professor something," Harry said, "You go ahead, I'll catch up later."

"Okay, Harry." Hermione glared at Ron who was still muttering, and said to Harry, "I'll take Ron to the hospital wing first... I suspect he still wants to go to the table to take a look - I told you that if you still blame me for pulling you to the ground, I won't care about you even if you want to jump downstairs next time... The Imperius Curse is still controlling your head... You need to wake up, Ron! Don't let it completely control your brain... Let people dance naked in public... The person who invented this prop must be crazy..." Hermione complained and chattered to Ron.

"…You have to learn to resist it instead of jumping at it like it's a bone… That's not your throne… It won't make you famous all of a sudden…"

"...Please, can you shut up, Hermione?" Ron's voice was still very clear in the noisy corridor. "...Sometimes I really get annoyed by your mouth - ow!"

Ron suddenly screamed, but the sound spread far away and into the classroom, leaving only Ron's indistinct shouting.

I don't have the heart to care about him.

Harry chased Professor Moody up the stairs.

"...Professor." Harry suddenly felt something warm on the stair railing and stepped on someone's foot, but when he looked down, there was nothing on the ground.

Moody was carrying the box, his magic eye half drooping as if he was tired. He used one hand to poke it hard, uttered a slightly strange grumble, and looked at Harry with his normal eye.

"What is it, Potter?"

Harry was a little nervous. He tried to grab his hair but dropped it halfway.

"I, I have some questions to ask..."

Moody tilted his head. "Let's talk in my office."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and followed Moody upstairs, who was carrying the box.

The Dark Magics classroom has a spiral staircase leading directly to the professor's office - it has always been used exclusively by the professor.

Harry wanted to use the levitation spell to help the limping Moody to lighten his burden. He had just taken out his wand when Moody's hoarse voice sounded above his head: "Do you like wizards who come out of boxes?"

Harry shook his head quickly.

"Then don't touch or cast your spells randomly."

"Why?" Harry asked puzzledly.

Moody waved his wand to open his office full of spyglasses - as soon as he opened the office, all kinds of spyglasses buzzed in unison, and sharp sirens, alarm bells, and the roar of unknown animals came at the same time.

"Yes, a wizard - a dark wizard who snuck past you with a portkey!!"

Moody yelled the last few words, and the sound of the spyglass completely drowned out the voices of the two people.

Harry covered his ears.

Moody swore something irritably, but Harry could not hear it over the blaring alarm.

Moody waved his wand vigorously, and a cabinet door in the room automatically opened. The box flew up and slammed into the cabinet, closing the door along with it.

As soon as the door closed, the buzzing sound of the endoscope stopped abruptly.

Moody's voice could also be heard, he was muttering, "This is terrible... I have to hear the screaming again!"

He put his wand back into his sleeve, limped to his wooden chair, and asked, "What do you want to ask, Potter?"

"What kind of spell did you encounter and when can it be lifted? Oh... you are worried." Moody narrowed his eyes, took out the striking magic eye, put it in the cup and washed it.

"...You're not the only one who didn't react. That's because you didn't touch the triggering object... I think you must have touched the necklace from Knockturn Alley - it looks the same as the one that 'jumps onto the table', both are made of pearls... to prevent some naughty kids from cheating... let me see... try this!" Moody said, while reaching into his drawer to find something and throwing something like a wine bottle at Harry.

"Pour it into my glass." Moody took out a wine glass and put it on the table.

Harry caught the bottle and looked at the large wine glass covered with scars in front of him in confusion. Just as he was about to step forward, a voice suddenly sounded in his heart, a strange voice... like a witch's.

Her voice merged with Moody's.

Harry felt a little light-headed when he saw a huge goblet on the table. It was covered with colorful patterns and there was a deep indentation on the surface of the cup... as if a fist-sized ball could fit in it.

Yes... that's it, right there. Pour the wine in...

The voice suddenly said.

But Harry was still a little confused.

But...what about Professor Moody?

He is waiting for you to pour him a drink... pour it, pour it in...

The image of the cup suddenly distorted in Harry's eyes, and he saw a newer, smaller - normal-sized cup, right next to the large cup he had just seen.

What's the point of me pouring wine when Professor Moody is not here...

Professor Moody's voice reappeared.

"Here it is, look carefully, Harry, and pour it into this cup."

The scene in Harry's eyes became distorted again, and the distorted vision made him want to throw the thing in his hand at the other person's head angrily.

"Looks like he's under control... Harry?" Moody's voice was sometimes louder and sometimes softer, and Harry couldn't even make out what he was saying... What control?

"...don't really hit me on the head..." Moody muttered, preparing to temporarily remove the spell from Harry.

He was surprised to see Harry retract his hand that was stretched out towards his head, and a trickle of golden wine poured into the glass next to Moody's hand... Moody put down his hand.

The cup was full, and Harry looked up, sweating all over. His eyes were still switching back and forth between clarity and trance, and his perspective kept drifting to the top of Moody's head.

"I poured the wine into the glass, and then what?"

"How do you feel now? Can you tell the difference between me and the glass?"

Harry resisted the addictive feeling of lightness - it was no warmer than a stove in winter, but it attracted his attention all the time, like a strong idea that urged you to act.

Smash the bottle on his head!

No, that's the professor, I don't want to lose points.

He answered truthfully:

"Not really...but I can still control it - I can control myself not to move."

It's just a cup.

The scar-cup replaced Moody's face in cognition again.

No, that's the professor.

Cup. No, professor.

Cup, professor, cup, professor! ...

Conflicting thoughts conflicted in his mind, and suddenly a sharp voice rushed into his ears, breaking his painful desire to destroy something.

Moody's voice and image entered Harry's mind, mixed with a sudden sense of relief.

He held the bottle of wine and had been motionless for a while.

Moody broke the spell, but a looking glass also started to ring.

"It's a bit difficult, isn't it?... Why is another one broken?" Moody grinned, then frowned and went over to destroy the sound of the mirror.

Now that the noise had stopped, Harry had thought it was the looking glass that had woken him.

"Compared to the one I made and the props that are malicious to Muggles, the necklace in Knockturn Alley will be more difficult. It targets wizards, especially those who are unprepared. In addition, it has been left for too long, and its magic is dissipating. The commands are simpler and more brutal. Guess where I found this 'sweetheart'?"

Moody's laughter sounded like a hum coming out of his chest, low and hoarse.

"Um... I don't know, a shop?" Harry guessed.

"It's a small liquor store. When I went there, I saw a customer holding a bottle of liquor and trying to smash it on the owner's head... It was top-quality sherry." Moody smacked his lips, looking a little regretful.

"Oh...how interesting." Harry said dryly, "What if, what if other students' heads really get smashed?"

Moody glanced at him; the empty eye socket looked a little scary.

Harry avoided his gaze.

"Then smash his head... Go to the medical wing and let Poppy take a look at him. The danger of the Imperius Curse is more than that. Let's try it now while they can still feel it, otherwise it won't just be a head problem." he said.

"You don't have to worry too much... In the next week, I will keep letting you try to get familiar with and fight this feeling, so as to avoid being attacked without knowing it... Dumbledore hopes that you can be more capable of protecting yourselves, especially you, Harry. You have to work harder."

"From now on, you have to be the first to try every class... You want me to teach you more in this year, but I don't want you to take too many risks... It's a very contradictory idea. Unfortunately, I don't think a warm harbor can support a big ship that can break through the wind and waves."

Moody studied Harry's shocked face:

"It seems you still don't quite understand... I just want to make you clear about your situation." He muttered

"What's my situation?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Someone, a Death Eater, or former Death Eater, has your sights on you, and we suspect he'll be coming for you," Moody said simply.

"Isn't that the norm? I'd be surprised if an escaped Death Eater didn't come looking for me."

Harry complained.

"Humph... this sentence is directed at those fanatical lunatics... they will come to me if they have the chance." Moody snorted and said, "I have arrested so many of them, at least half of them... in the eyes of some people, I am more hated by them than you are."

"If they had the chance to kill me, they would take it," Moody grinned.

"...So I'm being bullied?" Harry asked, pointing at himself.

"Think of it this way... half of them believe you are incredibly powerful, as powerful as You-Know-Who, to have defeated him in his infancy... the other half believe you are just an ordinary little wizard... it was Dumbledore who schemed to destroy the Dark Lord, their master - and they want revenge."

"These people are gutter rats, no more dangerous than the Dark Lord. We, your father's friends, are only concerned about your safety.

"Some people advocate that you should hide and accept protection and not cause more trouble... Some people think you should know more and decide whether to accept it or not." Moody said, "By the way, I support the latter. If you just wait for someone to protect you, these people will disappear sooner or later... through various different means."

Harry guessed who it was. "Is the second person Sirius?" he asked happily. "I feel like him!"

"It's him, your godfather, he also thinks you should learn to protect yourself. Instead of waiting for someone to rescue you." Moody said.

"So if you want to learn something from me to protect yourself, you can come to me - let me be clear, my methods will be more intense, much more violent than those in normal classes. I will train you like an Auror so that you can have the ability to protect yourself as soon as possible," Moody said.

He glanced at the time, muttered a few words unhappily, and then said to Harry, "Any more questions? I should go downstairs to teach the fifth grade students. You can go back and think about what I said today, Harry. Come back to me when you have thought it over. You still have classes."

Harry came back to his senses suddenly, grabbed his bag in a panic and rushed out the door, "I forgot - I'll go right away, I'm sorry Professor Moody, thank you for your help - I'll think about it!"