Professor Moody spent the entire lesson discussing the Unforgivable Curses. Any ordinary wizard who saw the notes on the blackboard would have shuddered.
If any of Professor Moody's former colleagues had been there, Professor Moody would have been arrested on the spot and sent straight to Azkaban.
Only the fearless fourteen-year-old wizards in the classroom were excited, without the slightest trace of fear.
Still, Professor Moody knew how to prioritize things while teaching.
Although he believed that none of the students present—except Harley—could successfully cast an Unforgivable Curse.
Just as he had said, "If most of you tried to use Avada Kedavra on me, you'd only make my nose bleed a little."
Even so, he didn't explain the finer points of casting the Unforgivable Curses.
At the end of the lesson, Professor Moody emphasized one more thing:
"In fact, what I've told you is only the most basic form of the Unforgivable Curses."
"These spells are so evil that almost no one has studied them in greater depth."
"But I want to make one thing clear: that doesn't mean no one has studied them."
"Voldemort showed a terrifying aptitude for these spells and raised them to unprecedented heights."
As he spoke, Professor Moody waved his wand, and two scenes appeared on the blackboard.
In the scene on the left, a huge green net appeared out of thin air. The wizards who touched it wore pained expressions, their mouths wide open as they let out silent screams.
The scene on the right was even more terrifying.
In the dead of night, five fully armed Aurors stood on high alert, with stone slabs floating beside them as physical shields.
Then, suddenly, a streak of green light appeared out of nowhere. It changed direction in midair, dodged obstacles, and pierced one person after