Professor Moody
But Hermione didn't step forward this time. Firstly, she had killed quite a few Acromantula, which is another matter. The main reason was that because Su Yu was afraid of spiders, she felt that those spiders hadn't died unjustly. She just wasn't as extreme as Ka-jie and Fa-jie in raiding their lair.
Neville felt no fear this time; he kept his eyes fixed on the spider, his heart burning with the flames of revenge.
The Slytherin students burst out laughing. That's it? Is that all the Death Eaters do? They can't even torture people properly, all they know is the Cruciatus Curse, and they proudly call it one of the Three Unforgivable Curses?
If they happened to run into the Chief at night and he told them about the East University, wouldn't they be terrified? And then, if you listened to him describe the eighteen levels of Underworld, wouldn't those Death Eaters think Hell and Heaven were almost the same?
"Is it funny? You bunch of Slytherin lunatics?" Professor Moody glared angrily at Marfoel and the others.
"Um, we didn't mean to mock you..."
"Idiot, you've blurted out what's on your mind!" Pansy quickly reminded Malfoy.
"Oh, I misspoke, Professor Moody. We didn't find it funny..."
"Alright, I'm willing to believe you, but if you find this funny, tell me, if you were Death Eaters, how would you torture those people?"
"That's easy! Just bring their families here, torture them to death in front of him, then find a therapist to heal them while cutting them apart, and make him eat the pieces!" Blaise was the first to speak up.
All the Gryffindor students simultaneously stepped back, distancing themselves from this freak. Su Yu sensed something was terribly wrong; he felt his reputation for the day was ruined!
Sure enough, Malfoy continued, "I don't think that's a good idea. What if you encounter someone like Liu Bang, whom the Chief mentioned?"
"So, we should do a live stream, the kind where you can tip, so all the wizards can vote. We can put an iron plate on the bottom and light a fire on it. The fewer tips people give, the bigger the fire will be. That way we can make money, have fun, and be incredibly exciting. Isn't that a win-win situation?"
Then the Slytherin students below started arguing, saying that Malfoy were too humane. The Gryffindor students had huddled together, watching in horror as Malfoy and his group were about to fight. Were these really their classmates? What kind of Dark Lord was Voldemort? No, these people in front of them were real beasts, a bunch of living beasts.
Even Professor Moody was at a loss for words. He suddenly felt like a greenhorn in front of these Slytherin students, as if he had been playing house all along. At the very least, a person shouldn't act like this, right?
"Enough! You wicked Slytherin! Are you still nobles? Do you deserve this honor?" Professor Moody was nearly driven mad.
"Oh, so that's why we do this, isn't it?"
"Yes, are we really going to be so merciful to those lowly people?"
"Ahem, who are you calling a lowly commoner, Blaise?"
"Oh, darling, I wasn't talking about you."
"Slytherin will be great again!" someone in the crowd shouted.
"For the glory of Slytherin!" the crowd shouted in unison, their eyes gleaming. "Su Yu is the one everyone deserves to be the chief!"
Let's take down Dumbledore together!
Su Yu was now helplessly holding his forehead. Crabbe and Goyle were the ones shouting the most intensely. Neither of them knew what it meant, but they were simply competing to see who could shout the loudest. They felt that shouting gave them a lot of energy!
"Bang!" The door was pushed open from the outside, and Professor McGonagall strode in with a dark expression. "Slytherin, ten points deducted! And don't let me hear your slogans again! Especially during my lectures! Now even the Slytherin in my class have started chanting them, all thanks to you leading the way!"
A perfectly good lesson was completely ruined by these Slytherin students, which meant that Professor Moody didn't end up using the Avada Kedavra. Malfoy, already high, gave everyone a demonstration where he turned the enlarged spider into a cockroach, flew over, and crushed it into a pulp – a far more effective trick than the Avada Kedavra.
Not to be outdone, Blaise flicked his wand, and to Professor Moody's astonishment, another spider began to bleed from all seven orifices, then exploded with a "bang," turning into a cloud of blood mist, beyond saving.
"Class dismissed!" Professor Moody shouted angrily from the podium.
"Tch," the Slytherin students reluctantly packed up their textbooks and prepared to leave. They sensed that Professor Moody was jealous of their talent; indeed, jealousy can distort a person.
Su Yu didn't care about the Slytherin students' affairs. Everyone should have their own thoughts. He wasn't at Hogwarts training Deadpools. Let them make a fuss, as long as they don't kill people indiscriminately. If anyone goes astray, the other Slytherin students will educate them.
"So, this is why you owe the House Cup 156 points after only one week of school?"
On Saturday morning, Ka-jie called everyone to the lounge lobby, including Su Yu, who was sitting up straight and obediently, facing Ka-jie was already furious.
"We don't care about grades, but at least all three of their colleges have positive scores!"
"You guys are something else! You lost over a hundred points in the first week! What are you trying to do? Rebel?"
Are we going to rebel?
"Idiot, Ka-jie meant food!"
Crabbe and Goyle were whispering to each other below.
"You two idiots! Get out of here!" Ka-jie was really about to lose her mind.
The two bright men walked out with their heads down and went to eat breakfast. They didn't understand why they weren't allowed to attend such an important gathering; perhaps they were afraid the men would leak information?
Ka-jie scolded them for the entire morning. When Su Yu led them to the lobby for lunch, everyone was in a daze, as if their Imperius Curse had left their bodies. They never made a mistake again. Ka-jie was really scary when she was angry.
(On a side note, Barty. truly was the most qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. In the original books, you couldn't tell at all that he was an imposter. His teaching in class, his concern for Neville after class, and even his praise for him—sometimes I think even the real Professor Moody couldn't have done what Barty. did. But then again, Barty. was one of those who caused harm to Neville's parents; isn't that another kind of irony? However, it must be said that if Barty. hadn't joined Voldemort and had instead become a teacher, how outstanding would he have been? Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape would have to step aside, and Professor Lupin wouldn't be as good as him. With his excellent grades, becoming a Death Eaters would have been a waste of his talent. It's like a top-tier PhD student from a prestigious university, the kind who gets guaranteed admission, receiving an offer from the Chinese Academy of Sciences upon graduation, and then turning around and becoming a petty thug, getting into street fights Tenten...)