Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts Class

Gryffindor Common Room.

"Hey~ Isn't this Professor McGonagall's favorite student? Didn't you go to the Library today?"

Oren placed several bottles and jars on the table.

Hermione just rolled her eyes at Oren and continued reading her Transfiguration notes.

Harry put down his quill and asked curiously, "What are all these?"

"Memory," Oren said, munching on a dorayaki, "I saw the principal's secretary washing his hair in a basin today, and then I found out it was the Pensieve."

Hermione asked doubtfully, "There are so many memory bottles, but we can't see them without that basin, right?"

"Who said that? It's just reading memories, right? I'll make one myself right now." Oren pulled out a helmet with his other hand.

Ron glanced at the half-eaten dorayaki, then at the cold sausage in his hand, and stared longingly at Oren.

Oren was speechless under Ron's gaze. He took out a complete barbecue tool kit from his pocket, and Harry also put down his quill and joined Ron in barbecuing.

Hermione...

"It's finished," Oren said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the two little ones who were sprawled out in their seats, looking like they were putting on an act.

What's a good name for it?

Oren put on the helmet and put the memories inside, just like changing the water bottle in a water dispenser.

"Let's call it Mew, hmm, that's fitting."

Hermione guessed, "These must be Headmaster Dumbledore's memories, right?"

Oren: "Of course, it was looted from the Headmaster's Office."

Hermione...

"Let me see... Hmm... the headmaster had quite a bit of magical talent when he was young."

"The scenery in this place called Godric's Hollow is also quite nice."

"Oh... so that's how grain is stored in a barn. I can probably optimize my barn a bit more later."

"Ah! My eyes!"

Oren removed his helmet and fired Obliviate" at himself.

Three little ones!!?

Seeing the three little ones' curious eyes, Oren said, "Although I don't remember what just happened, my gut feeling tells me it's best not to touch it."

Hermione: "My suggestion is to return these things."

"That makes sense," Oren said, picking up the bottles and jars and leaving the Gryffindor Tower.

In the Headmaster's Office, two old men were drinking tea-flavored syrup.

Oren tossed the bottles of memories back into the cabinet as if they were stinking garbage.

Grindelwald grimaced and swallowed a mouthful of syrup, saying, "Kid, you haven't already seen those memories, have you?"

Oren tossed the helmet to Grindelwald and said, "I've seen it."

Dumbledore |||

Grindelwald ⊙⊙|||

"The only thing I remember is that I think I gave myself a Obliviate."

Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Simple alchemical tools; the only thing you're good at is using unusual materials."

Oren retorted, "Just tell me if it works or not."

"Ahem," Dumbledore interrupted, "Child, that man named Will is coming to report to you personally. We've rested enough; it's time to go back and plant the trees."

After saying that, he grabbed the grimacing Grindelwald and ran away through a portal.

Oren...

The main gate of Hogwarts.

Oren glanced at the time and said, "You only have ten minutes to report. In ten minutes, I have to go to my first class of the semester, Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Hehehe," Will said, holding a stack of the Quibbler, "I've done what the young master ordered. To show my determination to fight the You-Know-Who, I've taken the liberty of signing my name."

Oren nodded, indicating that he understood.

"And here are some mushrooms from our camp."

Oren's lips twitched as he looked at the bag of dried mushrooms, then he summoned Kreacher to take them away.

"Once Headmaster Dumbledore finishes planting the trees, I will suggest that he change your camp location."

In the Owlery, Oren handed Mige a letter suggesting a change of location for the dark wizards.

Old Deng's memory is faulty, which caused him to fall into the trap. Oren will definitely retaliate. So he has Mige squatting in the Headmaster's Office. As soon as the two old Dengs show up, he will send a message in a dive bombing style.

Classroom corridor.

Oren: "Isn't this Professor McGonagall's favorite student? Just got back from the Library? It's rare to see a good student arrive at class so close to the bell."

"Oren, didn't you also arrive at the classroom just in time?"

"That's not the same, Hermione. I'm very busy, okay?"

"Oren, stop talking! We're going to be late!"

Moody limped into the classroom and rattled off a long list of Lupin's teaching progress from the previous semester.

"The Three Unforgivable Curses! Any wizard who uses them will be severely punished. Does anyone know what these curses are?"

Moody glanced at the restless young wizards, his gaze settling on the distracted Oren as he asked a question.

"Mr. Oren Black, please answer this question: the Three Unforgivable Curses."

Oren picked at his ear but didn't stand up, absentmindedly replying, "Avada Gnaw-a-Melon."

"Hiss~" The young wizard gasped.

Good grief, the professor asked you to name the Three Unforgivable Curses, and you just started reciting them? If there hadn't been no green light, they wouldn't have stayed in the classroom.

Moody's. "Good, very good, and more."

Oren's "Cruciatus Curse"

The young wizards hissed.

Moody's. "Continue!"

Oren's "Imperius Curse"

The young wizards hissed.

Oren, realizing what was happening, asked in confusion, "Why did it suddenly get so cold?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, gesturing for him to look at the awe-inspiring gazes of the young wizards around them.

"What's so surprising? It's written in the book, isn't it?"

Yes, it's clearly written in that Secrets of the Darkest Art.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, it's written there." The surrounding young wizards turned their heads away from Oren, knowing that he was right about the Azkaban trio.

Hermione asked in a low voice, "You know all three spells?"

"I only know two," Oren answered softly, "the Killing Curse and the Cruciatus Curse. There's no need to learn the Imperius Curse."

Hermione...

"Very good!" Moody said. "Next, I will demonstrate these three spells to you one by one."

Moody took out three spiders and cast the Three Unforgivable Curses on them.

Oren whispered to Hermione, "It's obvious that Professor Moody's cooking is pretty trendy."

Oren had originally wanted to tell Hermione about the four ways to cast the Killing Curse, but unfortunately, she didn't want to listen.

Moody: "Today's lesson is about resisting the Imperius Curse! Remember to concentrate!"

The young wizards reluctantly lined up, and some, like Neville, even burst into tears.

The young wizards almost all failed, and were controlled to create a few comical things.

Harry did well, but then he was hit by four Imperius Curse and had to lean against the wall to leave the house when class ended.

Moody aimed his wand at Oren and cast the spell, "Imperius Curse!"

Oren smacked his lips and said, "Not really pushing yourself, Professor."

"You brat from the Black family, you must have some kind of family heirloom defensive artifact on you," Moody said, shooing Oren away like a fly.

As soon as get out of class ended, the little wizards ran out of the classroom as if fleeing.

"Oren, do you really have defensive items on you?"

"Hermione, you know me. I only have offensive tools."

The three little ones...