Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL)

Lavender Brown muttered something.

“What did you say, I didn’t hear you?” Moody said gruffly, and he took a few steps closer.

Lavender jolted, as she subconsciously leaned her body back as the book on her lap fell, hitting the floor with a thud, which she hurriedly picked up and put it on her desk.

“I, uh, I just said that it was probably because he wasn’t targeting me.” She said with a red face.

A low chuckle sounded in the classroom.

Moody didn’t laugh, nor did the few people in the front seats – Harry, Ron, and Hermione – who knew the answer ahead of time.

“You guys think that’s a brilliant answer, don’t you?” Moody said softly, “What if you guys happen to get in the way of his plans … What will happen next?”

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze. Moody dragged his wooden leg a few steps forward and moved closer to Lavender, whose body trembled abruptly.

Next to her, Parvati gathered her courage and said, “Professor Moody, I think … the dark wizard must have his own goal for sneaking into the school, isn’t it? We encountered a similar situation in the first year when a dark wizard tried to get the … er, magic stone that was hidden in the school?”

“It’s Philosopher’s Stone.” Hermione corrected her quietly while staring at the back row with the rest of the class.

Moody’s one intact eye looked over at Parvati, the magic eye still fixed on Lavender Brown.

“Miss Patil, you’re right, dark wizards have their own goals for infiltrating the school, and they will inevitably act with caution until their goals are achieved. But this is based on the assumption that everything goes well …”

“But what if it doesn’t goes well?” His mangled nose twitched, “Like now, I noticed you because of a book, if ‘I’ am the dark wizard, and if ‘I’ happen to want to divert others’ attention …”

Moody suddenly drew his wand and from its tip flew a blinding ball of fire, the classroom windows suddenly exploded and a series of screams resounded through the room.

He calmly waved his wand, then the shattered glass and window prisms recovered automatically.

“In the eyes of a dark wizard, that window is no different from human life. If he feels at some point that one or two insignificant people should die in the school, … Why should it not be you that dies? What’s more, he wasn’t just any dark wizard, but a more dangerous Death Eater, who was obsessed with the Dark Lord, a person who single-mindedly planning the resurrection of his lord-”

“Professor, You-Know-Who is already dead!” A student said with dread, looking at Moody with an expression saying are you finally gone mad.

“Is that so?” Moody grinned, “During the war, the Dark Lord would occasionally disappear for a while, and some people thought he was dead, but he always announced his presence with a bloodbath, so maybe he enjoyed this kind of drama.”

He held his rough hand out, “Miss Brown?”

“Wh, what?”

“The book.” Moody said calmly.

Lavender stood up, shivering, as she handed him the newly purchased issue of Against the Black Terror.

Moody flipped through two pages and showed an expression of disgust as he handed the book back to her. He limped back to the podium, as he rummaged through the stack of parchment, “Before I officially begin my story, there is one thing that must be addressed – I suddenly realized a problem: you are all not ready for the war, as your minds don’t even have such a notion… …”

“As it happens, I spent my leave working on compiling some information.” Moody pointed to his head and said, “Professor Hap suggested that I should write down everything I could remember from the past six months, compiling a list, and perhaps I could retrieve some lost memories …”

“I refused to write it down on paper, but I still spent a short time reviewing my past experiences and remembering things from further back in passing, and I think some of them are still valuable enough to be used in teaching … Miss Brown, will you read it for me?”

He pointed his wand at the podium and several parchments floated over, Lavender Brown took a look at them twice and her face turned white in a flash.

“Miss Brown?” Moody stared at her viciously.

“Oh, I … well.” Lavender’s expression looked like she was about to cry as she faltered and read the contents.

“Bellatrix Lestrange, a Death Eater who has tortured untold numbers of Muggles and non-supporters of the Dark Lord during the Wizarding War; she extremely prefers the Cruciatus Curse. She was involved in at least 137 acts of torture, with the known definite victims consisting of 206 muggles and 29 wizards, the list of those who were killed by her: Polk Keane, who died under the Cruciatus Curse, along with his wife Winnie, and their five-year-old son Johnny; Salisbury Joshur, who was burned to death under the Fiendfyre … Bellatrix Lestrange was eventually sentenced to life imprisonment.”

“Rodolphus Lestrange, Death Eater, involved in the vast majority of the deeds committed by his wife Bellatrix Lestrange and brother Rabastan Lestrange … sentenced to life imprisonment.”

“An- Antonin Dolohov, Death Eater, participated in the brutal murder of Fabian and Gideon Prewett who dared to resist the rule of the Dark Lord … the list of murdered … sentenced to life imprisonment. ”

“Evan Rosier … was killed by Auror while trying to resist arrest after the Dark Lord lost his power.”

“Mulciber I, Death Eater … died during the war years.”

“Wilkes, Death Eater … died during the war years.”

“Mulciber II, Accused of using an Imperius Curse on multiple people, forcing them to do horrible things and causing constant chaos and terror … sentenced to life imprisonment.”

“Fenrir Greyback, werewolf and werewolf community leader, notorious for his savagery and preference for attacking children. He strived to infect as many people as possible with lycanthropy, hoping to build a powerful army to fight against wizards … Followed the Dark Lord during the war, and the Ministry of Magic issued a wanted notice, but he is still on the loose …”

Till the bell rang, Lavender didn’t finish reading it, she looked pale like she had a serious illness.

Moody calmly retrieved the parchment, “We’ll continue it in the next class, I think this class is very meaningful. Today’s assignment is to find out the names of the Death Eaters you can and list what they did … I’ve given you a sample, haven’t I?”

“I will reveal the content of the next lesson now – it’s something I just thought of – those who died during the war because they fought against the rule of the Dark Lord, you can look up the information in advance and preview it. ”

Moody dragged his crippled leg and left.

The students gathered their things quietly, not in the mood to talk. Lavender let out a dry heave and ran out of the classroom, crying, with Parvati chasing after her, carrying both of their things.

Ron stared at them and said uneasily, “She’s had a hell of class, I thought we’d have a better class environment in the new semester …”

Harry looked pale as he sat on the edge of his seat.

“Harry, what’s wrong with you?” Ron looked at Harry as Hermione shook her head at him, and it suddenly occurred to him that Harry’s parents had died during the war. He patted Harry’s shoulder.

“Fenrir Greyback.” Harry abruptly said.

“What?” Ron and Hermione looked at him in confusion.

“Fenrir Greyback,” Harry gulped, “Sirius told me that Remus was bitten by a werewolf named ‘Fenrir Greyback’ when he was a child, and I thought that werewolf had been put in Azkaban, I didn’t expect that he would escape the punishment!”

Ron was first taken aback and then showed a dazed expression. Then he said comfortingly, “Don’t worry, he won’t end up well, big deal, we’ll catch him later when we encounter him.”

He sounded as if he had heard that there is a little mad cat roaming around, and all he had to do is kick it away when he came across it.

Harry, however, smiled. But Hermione said, “We’d better learn some kind of heating spells first, when the ice on the Black Lake melts, we have to spend time on swimming practice!”

“Swimming during the January and February weather?” Ron opened his mouth wide and seemed to have considered this question for the first time.

“I have prepared a list of necessary spells, Impervius Charm, Hot Air Charm, Revulsion Jinx, Bubble-Head Charm or Humanoid Shield Charm, and some standard spells …” Hermione ignored Ron and continued: “We’d better finish these before the end of January! Leaving sufficient time for unexpected developments–”

” Have you made an appointment with Fred and George yet?” She turned her head to look at Ron.

Ron immediately stammered, “No, No-t yet.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Hermione crossed her arms and said in an overbearing manner, causing Harry and Ron to cower.

The last few people in the classroom also left, as Draco Malfoy looked preoccupied, his face didn’t look much better than Lavenders’.

Ron said pointedly, ” Probably he will get excellent in this assignment, he just needs to write a letter home and ask his dad and those Death Eater friends what they did back in those days …”

Harry saw Malfoy’s footsteps pause and guessed he should have heard it, but strangely enough, this time he didn’t give a mocking sneer, as he walked away without looking back.

Harry looked back and saw Hermione picking up a book from a table in the back row.

“Oh, Lavender left it behind, I think she might not be in the mood to tidy it up … I’ll bring it to her,” Hermione said, her eyes paused on the author’s name on the cover as she hesitated for a moment, “or we can give it a read before that. ”

…

In the evening, Ancient Rune office.

A beetle slithered in through the window and slowly reverted to human form on the floor. Rita Skeeter panted, she had always been averse of meeting Felix alone, but she had no choice, she was about to go crazy.

In her new home – there were signs of a break-in the day before yesterday, and she wondered if it had been done by that crazy Death Eater. But she just couldn’t imagine that the fugitive named ‘Barty Crouch Jr.’ would risk it by showing up near her house when the wanted posters were already plastered all over the streets.

‘Maybe it’s just an aggressive fan …’

But she couldn’t convince herself with just that, and besides that, that Black was also trying hard to find her. Dammit, she didn’t even mention the family name ‘ Black ‘ in her new book. At best, there are some slight innuendos in the book title and character background …

The lights in the room suddenly switched on.

Rita Skeeter was startled and opened her eyes wide, barely able to see the person sitting on the sofa, she could not help but shudder inside.

“Rita, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Felix said softly, holding Valen in his arms, and the Niffler in question is staring at her with a curious gaze.

“Kiki (the bug turned into a Homan)?”

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