"Always Stay Vigilant against..." Moody's normal eye swept over the students, while his Magical Eye spun about at random.
"During the English Wizarding War... situations like this were far too common. Even the bartender at a pub you visited often wasn't worth trusting!"
"He might already have been controlled by the Imperius Curse, handing you a bottle of fine wine with a smile, while that bottle of wine... might already have been laced with deadly poison."
"Of course..." Both his eyes looked at Vizet at the same time. "If someone can serve as an example, that can work quite well too..."
"Mr. Lovegood!" His voice suddenly rose as he asked gruffly, "Tell me! How did you know there was something wrong with that sweet?"
Vizet said, "If Fred and George haven't changed the name again... I believe those sweets are called 'Puking Pastilles.'"
"They're Prank Items they developed. If you eat one, you vomit violently, and once you put the antidote in your mouth, the vomiting stops at once."
"So you know about 'Puking Pastilles'..." Moody raised his Wand and pointed it at the chalk in the corner of the blackboard. The chalk flew into the air and began writing on the board.
"Do you remember what I said before? The earlier you learn about illegal Dark magic, the more useful it often is... Sweets like these, which can harm people, work on the same principle."
"Some students came to ask me after class... how they could become an Auror. This is what I want to say... the more you know, and the earlier you know it, the better it often is."
"Even if you possess an extraordinarily outstanding talent for magic, are a natural Legilimens, or a Metamorphmagus, if you want to become an Auror, you must arm yourself