Chapter 129: Chapter 129: The Unforgivable Curses and the protection spell (Edited)
Tom didn't ask any more questions, he didn't expect much from the young wizards: the chances of a first year wizard knowing the Unforgivable Curses were really low, so he didn't ask any more questions, he just turned his head and wrote three lines on the board.
"Killing Curse."
"The Imperius Curse"
"Cruciatus curse."
When he finished, he tapped on the board, "These three spells are the Unforgivable Curses," Tom paused to give the young wizards time to copy what was on the board, "They are extremely evil and cruel dark magic that, when used on a human being, will result in a life sentence in Azkaban, i.e. wizarding prison, for life. "
"The Cruciatus Curse the body, the Imperius Curse controls the mind, and the Killing Curse takes a person's life."
At that moment, the class of young wizards were quietly sitting at their desks, taking notes.
Tom picked up the cage containing the spider and approached the little wizards in the front row, with the exception of Peggy, who was sitting by the window, they all unconsciously stepped back.
"Of the three Unforgivable Curses, I only know one of them, and although I can use it, I've never used it... this spell is too evil.... Today, I will show it to you. "
Tom opened the door of the cage and a spider came out of it, jumped onto the front row desks and ran across them. The young wizards in the front row screamed and dodged backwards, some even knocked over the desks in the back row.
The spider darted toward the window, closing in on it and freedom. But a goblet fell from the sky and stopped freedom's embrace in its tracks.
"Professor Lockhart, your spider. " Peggy slipped a piece of parchment into the gap between the cup and the table, and brought the spider to Tom.
The spider jumped into the cup, and with only a thin piece of parchment between his palm and Peggy's, he could clearly feel the touch of the spider's eight legs in his hand. Many young wizards would get goose bumps just thinking about it, but Peggy's expression didn't change.
Tom pulled out his wand and let the bottle float in the air.
"Thank you, Miss Grossman" Tom motioned for Peggy to return to her seat. When everyone was seated, he turned the glass over and removed the Levitating Charm. The spider inside crawled a little way to the rim of the cup, and Tom raised his wand....
"Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of bright green light and a flutter of sound, as if an invisible giant had flown through the air; at the same time, the spider shuddered, was knocked down by the spell, and fell backwards to the bottom of the bottle, unharmed, but dead.
The eyes of the young wizards widened and some covered their mouths, trying to stifle their exclamations.
"It is bad to witness the death of life, even a being like a spider, the Avada Kedavra curse has no cure, only one became an exception," Tom looked at the students, calmly, "This is dark magic, this is what I will teach you to resist."
Tom looked at the students and said quietly, "The most important thing is to always be on guard and never let your guard down. The enemy has come to us, remember, don't be fooled by his rhetoric! Write it down!"
The little magicians wrote this sentence in their notebooks one after the other, but what effect it might have was another matter.
Victoria, who was in the audience, wrote in haste and at the same time thought that what Professor Lockhart said was actually correct! I'll discuss it with the paper when I get back....
The atmosphere in the classroom was heavy. Peggy sensed the mood and felt confused: Did they look sad? Why?
She asked her tablemate: "Why do you look sad? is it because the spider is dead? But creatures die, don't they? And I just saw that you seemed afraid of it."
Her voice wasn't loud, but many people heard it. The boy at the table didn't know how to answer, but he mumbled that he didn't know either.
"Because of the fear of death" Tom answered Peggy's question, but he didn't answer the question in Peggy's mind.
She nodded, indicating that she knew. In her experience, this was not the time to ask questions: it would be unpleasant, especially for Professor Lockhart. Peggy didn't care what normal students thought, but Professor Lockhart had a real impact on her life at school, so she had to behave in a way that would make him happy.
Tom took another look at the girl he had met over the summer; he hadn't really had much contact with her, even though he had known her for over two months, and his impression of her was that she was the apple of his eye, the pretty little princess, the smart, studious little witch.
But today, his perception of Peggy had changed a bit.
That was the end of the conversation, and Tom pounded on his desk.
"Now, I'm sure you all have an intuitive understanding of the Killing Curse, now I'm going to teach you two practical spells to give you a certain amount of self-protection."
Tom let out another spider. This time, having learned his lesson, he had conjured some ropes in advance and tied the demonstration spider like a crab.
"The Protego Charm, a somewhat complex but very useful spell. This spell can resist many spells. It creates a magical barrier that deflects spells and physical entities to protect specific people or specific areas. It may be hard for you to imagine, but many adult wizards, even those who work at the Ministry of Magic, can't use the Protego Charm decently."
Tom sighed, he was telling the truth. During the Second Magic War, the Freed brothers' Weasley magic trick shop had introduced spell-proof hats and cloaks that had sold well because they carried the Protego Charm.
It's hard to believe that so many wizards haven't even mastered this spell, no wonder the magical world wants to hide.
Tom cast the Protego Charm on the bound spider, then carried a heavy textbook up to a meter above the spider, and when he released it, the book fell towards the spider.
Many little wizards could not help but close their eyes, as they seemed to have seen the scene of the spider being crushed, but there was only a thud and the sound of the book falling to the ground, not the sound of the spider being crushed.
The young wizards opened their eyes and saw the spider unharmed and the book lying on the ground.
"That's the Protego Charm" Tom bent down and picked up the book and showed it to them again, this time with everyone looking at the falling book, watching as it was stopped in mid-air by a small transparent shield and bounced to the side.
After the Protego Charm, Tom put the spider back in its cage. He then pointed his wand at the podium, which turned into a humanoid golem with a wooden sword in its hand.
"The Protego Charm can be used to defend yourself, but I will teach you another offensive spell: the disarming charm, also known as the Expelliarmus spell."
He gestured for the little wizards to open their eyes, watching him walk over to the puppet and wave his wand, "Expelliarmus!"
The golem leaned back and the wooden sword in his hand flew out.
"Disarming Charm, a spell that causes a weapon or any object to fly out of your opponent's hand: Expelliarmus!" Tom suddenly used the disarming spell on a girl in the back row, sending her makeup mirror flying, "It's bad for your skin to learn to wear makeup too early, and you don't need it for my class."
Tom continued, "The Disarming Charm is commonly used in wizard duels to disarm an opponent's wand to lose some of their attack power, but does the loss of the wand mean losing?"
He approached the golem, knocked it to the ground with a straight left hook, and then pointed his empty hand at the fallen golem, "Diffindo!"
The puppet broke apart, the badly damaged puppet couldn't hold its shape and returned to its podium form, only the podium had been disassembled into parts by Tom.
"Repair!" The podium was restored to its original shape.
"Being unarmed isn't the worst thing, what's worse is losing the will to fight, without a wand, you can still cast spells without a wand and you still have your fists!" Tom instructed the young wizards to write down the main points of the two spells.
For the rest of the lesson, the students spent the rest of the lesson taking notes on the Unforgivable Curses and the two protection spells Tom had given. Tom looked at the stopwatch and saw that there were only twenty minutes left until the end of the class.
He immediately clapped his hands together, "Alright class, let's stop what we're doing and I'm going to go over the curriculum for the school year."
"As we all know, all other subjects at Hogwarts are essentially graded by a final, I have my reservations about that, this year Defense Against the Dark Arts will be determined by in your grades, group work and a few major exams"
"20% for group work, 2-3 people working together, a final essay, 10% for the essay, 10% for the essay defense, 30% for the usual grade, which is the class tests, 25% for each of the midterm and final exams, and I was going to add the stage tests, but then I thought better of it, there are already enough exams..."
Tom was talking to himself up there, and the young wizards on stage were astounded: what is this? there's too much stuff in this class!
Tom didn't care what the young wizards thought, in his opinion, the way Hogwarts was taught was somewhat undesirable, knowing that the exam cycle at Hogwarts was based on the school year: one exam in a school year!
There was homework, but it was not as stressful as exams. It is only by reviewing for exams that students remember what they have learned, and the exams Tom prepares are not just written tests. Tom doesn't want to teach to the test, he wants a real quality education, where theory and knowledge are combined.
"That's it for this lesson, class is over! You will continue reading for today's homework. By the way, Miss Grossman, stay for a moment."
Chapter 130: Chapter 130: This is a lot of fun (Edited)
The young wizards filed out and, as soon as they left the classroom, began to talk about the lesson they had just attended. It was as if dozens of goats had entered the hallway.
"Oh my gosh, just like that, that spider died!"
"And that wandless spell, that was so cool..."
"He really knows what he's doing..."
All the young wizards were talking about Professor Lockhart's genius spell, with the exception of one girl with unruly, dirty blonde hair down to her waist.
Her eyes wandered, as if she was thinking about something else at all times. Despite the crowded hallway, he hopped around like a rabbit. Many of the young wizards in her year avoided her as if she was something strange.
Many called her "Crazy Luna."
The classroom was a different story.
Peggy shyly approached Tom, "Professor, I'm sorry, did I say the wrong thing in class?"
"No, no, no, no, you don't have to apologize, it's normal for everyone to have different opinions," Tom rubbed his forehead, "But I'm a little curious, why did you say that?"
Peggy was slightly taken aback, "Because that's what Dad and everyone else thinks."
Before Tom could say anything, she continued.
"At my mother's funeral, he taught me that everyone dies, you don't have to be sad. I think that makes a lot of sense."
Tom: "..."
"Professor Lockhart, is there anything else? "
Tom looked back a little and said to Peggy, "Nothing, you go back, I won't bother you anymore."
Looking at Peggy's back, Tom felt a headache. Finally he shook his head, "Never mind, I'm not a psychologist, I'll leave that to the dean and Dumbledore."
...
As night fell, the first year Ravenclaw witches went to bed after discussing Professor Lockhart's lesson for the day. Peggy lay on her side and looked at the figure in the bed across from her.
She had been watching Victoria for days. She had noticed that every night, Victoria wrote and drew in a journal for a long time. So he got the idea to take a look at the diary.
She was not a generous person and he wanted to teach her a lesson for her repeated problems.
He waited patiently for Victoria to stop writing and put the journal on the bedside. Soon, there was no sound behind the curtains. Victoria just felt a little sluggish and low energy recently, and feels sleepy in class every day. And in a trance, with bad memory, she couldn't even remember what happened yesterday.
This situation is more common at night, sometimes she is in trance and ten minutes have passed, looking at her diary, but not writing a single word, her mind is blank.
She told Riddle about it in her journal, and he told her that it was probably because she had stayed up too late, and that he would teach her the recipe for a magic potion to restore her energy....
Tonight she had talked to Riddle again, and now she was very sleepy. So she put the diary on her bed and closed her eyes. What did she talk to Riddle about? I don't think I can remember... With this in mind, she fell asleep.
Tom Riddle had been acting in a bit of a hurry lately. Because he had learned from Victoria that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened. Someone had made himself heir to the Chamber of Secrets and had begun a purge of Muggle-born wizards, and Tom Yodel, the young wizard he had met earlier, had become the first victim of the opening of the Chamber of Secrets.
And according to Victoria's description, Tom Yodel must have been attacked by a basilisk, meaning that someone had opened the Chamber of Secrets and tamed the basilisk inside.
This infuriated Riddle.
Yes, even though the supposed heir to the Chamber of Secrets had done exactly the same things and even had the same goals, Riddle wanted nothing more than to kill him.
The heir to the Chamber of Secrets could only be him, Tom Riddle! No one else could.
Although Riddle maintains he claims to be a pureblood, hates Muggles and half-bloods and calls himself the heir of Slytherin, in reality he knows this is just a label and a created character. He said these are just to stoke and use those stupid pureblood families.
In his eyes, nothing was more important than himself. In the face of great interests, even a pureblood wizard is subject to sacrifice. If a young pureblood witch got hold of his diary, he would not hesitate to suck it for his own resurrection.
So he risked exposure by increasing the rate at which he absorbed Victoria's life force. He believed that, in a few weeks, he would be strong enough to take full control of Victoria's body and go to the Chamber of Secrets; not in person, of course, but with Victoria in tow. For he feared that the heir had left some kind of trap in the Chamber of Secrets.
As for the identity of the heir, he supposed it might be a descendant of the Gaunt family, whose direct lineage he had almost completely eliminated, but he knew that the practice of these pureblood families was to expel any member of the family who married a Muggle in order to maintain their pureblood line.
This heir was most likely one of those people, with Gaunt blood in his body and Parseltongue. He was lucky enough to find the records left behind by the Gaunt family, and eventually opened the Chamber of Secrets.
But whatever it is, it will be the fodder for the resurrection of the great Riddle!
Just as Riddle was contemplating his next move, he noticed that things seemed to have changed slightly tonight: a little witch had stolen the diary, which naturally pleased Riddle.
Anyway, Victoria's little witch had a deeper connection to him, and he could guide her to find this journal, and he could use this opportunity to expand a new source of vitality.
Peggy made sure the other roommates were already asleep. She slipped out of bed quietly, walked to Victoria's bedside, and picked up the journal carefully. He returned to his bed and opened the journal, only to find it blank.
He frowned: no words? Had Victoria cast some kind of protective spell? In that case, he'd better put it back.
But then, a line appeared in the diary: Hi, I'm Tom Riddle. May I know your name?
Peggy was stunned, she hadn't expected the diary to be such a thing.
It was a very interesting diary. Of course, this was only her objective assessment of the diary, Peggy's heart was still and unperturbed. She had a sneaking suspicion that it was about the "rat" that Professor Lockhart had insisted on infiltrating the school.
But what had he to do with her?
He had a serious conversation with the paper.
Riddle soon discovered a shocking fact: Peggy, the little girl, was as difficult to penetrate as Yodel had been before! While Yodel had recovered very quickly, Peggy's defenses were extremely strong.
Peggy and Riddle talked for a while, then she closed the diary and put it away again.
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