Most fourth-grade students are only 14 years old, so it's perfectly normal for them to be afraid of the Cruciatus Curse.
But when it comes to anger towards it, even Moody is far less angry than Neville.
I felt instinctively afraid, but I couldn't suppress the anger inside me.
Moody believes that it's good that Neville is able to maintain his anger, and that he should continue to do so, using it as motivation instead of venting it.
"Shrink to a smaller size immediately." Moody withdrew his gaze and made the spider return to its original size.
After two ordeals, it was clearly exhausted and lay motionless on the podium.
"The Cruciatus Curse causes extreme pain. If you learn it, you won't need knives or whips to torture others."
He sighed softly, "This spell was once very popular; before it was strictly forbidden, it was used in the ministry—"
"Ahem—" He coughed, "Alright, does anyone know of any other spells?"
Harry raised his hand in a flash.
Moody paused for a moment, looking at the small hand stretched out straight in front of him.
"Mr. Potter, speak."
Harry lowered his hands and stood up, his emerald green eyes beneath his glasses filled with sorrow. "And the Killing Curse, Professor."
Moody stepped down from the podium, patted him gently on the shoulder reassuringly, and gestured for him to sit down.
"The Killing Curse, also known as the Killing Curse or the Killing Curse, is the most evil and unforgivable of all Dark Magic spells."
Harry forced a smile and sat down.
Moody hesitated for a moment, then put the wand back into the inside pocket of his coat. "The Killing Curse is also the You-Know-Who's favorite spell; countless people have died because of it."
He first gave Vincent on the far left an appreciative look, then looked down at Harry expression wasn't very good.
"And you, Mr. Potter, are the only person in history to have survived being struck by the Killing Curse."
Moody returned to the podium, and the students all expected him to demonstrate as before. However, he simply picked up the limp spider and put it back in the bottle.
"The Killing Curse requires a strong desire to kill others, and only the most evil dark wizards can cast it at will."
Because the curse irreversibly corrupted their souls, condemning them to eternal darkness, beyond redemption.
Moody put the bottle containing the spider back into the inside pocket of his coat. "The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, the Killing Curse —they are all known as the Unforgivable Curses."
His expression was extremely solemn. "If you use any of these spells on a human, you will receive a permanent meal ticket to Azkaban."
Nobody found it funny.
"This is what you must resist, and this is what I will teach you to resist."
Moody placed his hands on either side of the podium. "What I'm about to say is my experience of fighting the Unforgivable Curses over the decades. If you ever unfortunately encounter them, please remember today and this lesson."
The students all took out their notebooks and wrote down what he said.
The way to fight the Imperius Curse is simple: have a strong will.
"In the next lesson I will teach you how to train your willpower. Now, let's talk about the Cruciatus Curse."
Moody on the podium kept an eye on Neville. "The damage it caused is irreversible. Although there is such a thing as breaking the curse, whether you can hold out until then depends on how long that damned caster intends to torture you."
Neville listened intently, his knuckles turning slightly white as he gripped the quill pen.
"My advice is never to reveal your back to someone you don't trust. Stay vigilant. If you unfortunately Cruciatus Curse, believe me, your best course of action is to use every means possible to bring him down, or at least bring him down forever."
Is this... inciting murder?
However, since they've already tortured you with the Cruciatus Curse, offering your neck for execution will only lead to the most tragic end.
"Finally—" Moody looked at Harry, who was facing the podium, "the Killing Curse, the Killing Curse, the Killing Curse —there's only one outcome if you're hit by one of them."
I hope you all remember this: never gamble on luck that you'll be the next Harry Potter.
He glanced at Vincent on the far left, "If you encounter the Killing Curse, I only have one word to say to you: Run! Run for your life!"
Few wizards in the British Wizarding World knew that Vincent had used the Sword of Gryffindor to break the Killing Curse; including the six little wizards at the time, the total number of such people would not exceed 20.
Clearly, Moody's is one of them.
His silence was not a denial of Vincent; on the contrary, he greatly admired this approach.
However, the sword-slashing Killing Curse is something that ordinary people cannot do.
It's not easy to find a sword that can withstand the deadly curse, and to cleave through that green light requires not only extraordinary courage but also a great deal of skill.
As the bell rang, Moody announced the end of class amidst the students' reluctant gazes.
Without a doubt, this was a very rewarding Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Like Lupin last year, Hogwarts has finally welcomed its second reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
As the students left the classroom, most of them spoke with awe about the three Unforgivable Curses.
Harry and Neville, who were in the minority, were completely different; one looked bewildered, and the other clenched his fists tightly.
"I'm already looking forward to the next class," Ron said, sounding particularly excited.
"Harry, Professor Moody said he's going to teach us a way to train our willpower. What do you think it will be?"
Harry didn't respond, as if he couldn't hear anything.
Ron then noticed his unusual behavior. "Are you alright?"
"Hmm." Harry smiled wryly, "Give me some time, and I'll get back to my senses as soon as possible."
On the other side, Vincent invited Neville to practice in the Club Room, and the latter readily agreed.
Below the ring, the two took off their school robes, revealing white shirts bulging from their muscles.
Neville may look a little chubby, but he has actually developed a strong physique.
He was just always worried about getting beaten up, so he didn't go into the ring much.
But today is a little different.
Not long after they started, Neville rushed at Vincent and began wildly swinging his fists.
There was no skill involved; it was as if they were simply venting their emotions.
Vincent didn't hold back, delivering a low kick that threw him off balance before forcefully slamming him onto the ring.
With a "thump," Neville, who had just stood up, was pushed back down.
After going back and forth four or five times, he lay motionless on the ring, looking completely bewildered.
"Not working?" Vincent crouched down and reached out his hand to him.
Neville shook his head violently. "I want to become stronger, as strong as you."
Vincent forcefully pulled up the hand that was reaching for him. "Really? I can help you."
"Thank you." Neville steadied himself and assumed a defensive stance.
Just as Moody had thought, his anger was gradually turning into motivation.