Defense Against Dark Magic Class Paid Off! Harry's Instinctive Counterattack Stunned Everyone!

Moody's insulting words instantly froze the air across the field.

Even the sunlight seemed to lose its warmth.

The students gasped, their breathing caught in an invisible hand.

Even the Slytherins, usually so aloof and composed, showed unmistakable unease.

The color instantly drained from Draco's face, leaving it as pale as waterlogged parchment.

His lips moved a few times, as though he wanted to say something in defense of his two dim-witted followers.

But under the gaze of Moody's wildly spinning Electric-Blue Magical Eye, every word stuck in his throat. He could not force out a single syllable.

Moody gave him no chance to hesitate.

He jabbed roughly with his walking stick, and an invisible force shoved Crabbe and Goyle stumbling into the Octagonal Arena.

"A Shield Charm! Cast it at me!"

Moody roared, his voice grating like metal scraping against metal.

"Imagine I'm the Auror who broke into your house and dragged your useless father off to Azkaban!"

From the outset, this so-called test had been filled with undisguised aggression.

Jinx after jinx burst from the tip of Moody's wand, pelting them as thickly as hailstones.

That was not teaching. It was punishment.

Red Stunning Spells and purple Binding Charms wove together into a net of death.

They forced the two boys into a frantic scramble, their movements both ridiculous and pitiful.

Crabbe's and Goyle's spells warped under their extreme fear.

The Shield Charms they hastily raised glowed dimly, as thin as cicada wings.

Moody's spells did not even need to land squarely.

A mere graze along the edge shattered those fragile blue shields into specks of light that scattered through the air.

In the end, Moody could not even be bothered to use offensive spells anymore.

He simply flicked his wand casually.

"Binding Charm."

A basic leg-binding charm