"I'll only teach you for one year." Moody lowered his voice as he looked at the students. "After that, I'll go back to living my peaceful retired life."
Everyone knew about the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position. Lupin had made it through last year, so Moody certainly could too.
"All right, back to business."
Moody returned to the lectern. "Spells come in many forms, and their effects vary greatly.
Now, according to Ministry of Magic regulations, I should only teach you all the various counter-spells, nothing more."
His face was stern, his expression incomparably serious. "Strictly speaking, since you haven't reached sixth year, I shouldn't tell you what Dark Magic spells are like. You're still too young to handle this sort of thing."
Everyone began to feel disappointed, but he smiled again.
"However, Professor Dumbledore praised your courage highly. He believes you can handle it, and in my opinion, the sooner you understand these things, the better."
Moody's magical eye turned to the far right. "If a wizard you've never met is about to cast a spell on you that you know absolutely nothing about, he won't tell you what he intends to do beforehand. He won't cast it on you frankly, fairly, or politely."
"You must be prepared and stay alert." His normal eye turned to the far right as well. "While I'm speaking, you'd best put away your little trinket, Miss Brown."
Lavender jumped, her little face flushing bright red.
Hermione, sitting beside her, lowered her head and glanced beneath her desk.
It was a picture made of connecting lines, seemingly some kind of Divination celestial chart.
Uranus was in the wrong position. If Trelawney saw it, she would definitely predict something unlucky.
And it had indeed happened. Lavender would probably believe that