svetikya Chapter 190 Scarface vs. Madman
Chapter 190 Scarface vs. Madman
Chapter 191 (4k long chapter) Scarface vs. Mad-Eyed Man
Meanwhile, Moody stood in the hall and saw that the students were treating the Unforgivable Curse as a joke, showing no fear whatsoever. But Moody's anger was already rising in his heart.
Old Aoruo hated frivolity more than anything in his life, and immediately made up his mind to intimidate these brats.
"Alright! Alright! Now that you all know, which of you has actually seen it with your own eyes?"
The words were still ringing in their ears when the students hesitated, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.
Finally, Ron shouted at the top of his lungs, "Never seen it before!" and the rest of them echoed him.
Moody grinned, forcing out a ferocious smile.
Suddenly, he pulled a glass jar from the drawer. Inside were three black hairy spiders, each as big as a chicken egg, their eight legs making a rustling sound as they moved.
Moody reached inside, casually picking up one. The venomous creature was about to writhe and attack when Moody swiftly pointed his wand and roared:
"The soul leaves the body!"
In an instant, the spider swung up like a puppet on a string, first swinging in mid-air, then stiffening its eight legs and doing a somersault, just like a monkey being sold in the marketplace.
Moody flicked his cane again, and the poisonous insect stood upright, its two hind legs stomping loudly on the table, as if it were performing a whirling dance.
As Moody manipulated the spider, a demonic eye rolled across the faces of the students.
Just wait for that monkey to show a smile, then teach him a lesson he won't forget. As the saying goes: kill the chicken to scare the monkey.
To his surprise, when he looked up, he saw that all the students in the hall had expressionless faces, and even Lockhart, who was usually the most timid, was staring intently at him.
Moody's attempt to put on a puppet show was like casting pearls before swine. He lost interest in no time at all.
The magic wand swung violently, slamming the spider back into the jar.
"Very good, it seems Lupin has taught you well! At least he's taught you what reverence is!"
"If the Imperius Curse can be used on spiders, then it can be used on humans—you don't want to be forced to do things you don't want to do, do you?"
Before the students could respond, Moody had already taken a black hairy spider from the jar and thrown it onto the table.
The spider, with its eight legs touching the ground, fled in panic, its clattering sound on the table like raindrops pattering on banana leaves.
Moody suddenly raised his wand and brought it down in the air, shouting:
"Grow bigger quickly!"
A beam of light shot out from the tip of the staff, and the spider instantly swelled up like a calf, its black hairs standing up like steel needles.
Ron saw it clearly and felt nauseous. He quickly rubbed his trembling arms and tilted his head back.
"Now you can all see it clearly!" Moody shouted, "Heart-Piercing Bone-Cutting!"
As the cursed light struck its body, the spider's eight legs suddenly curled into its abdomen, and its whole body convulsed as if struck by lightning.
Though there was no hissing sound, it rolled and twisted on the table, its shells clanging against each other, its downy hairs tangled and trembling, just like being fried in a pot of boiling oil.
Even the most hard-hearted person would tremble at the sight of this silent pain.
Upon seeing this, Neville's eyes turned bloodshot, and his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.
Moody's Demon Eye swept over it, taking in the pale face, and he thought it was just to intimidate the fledglings. So he chanted a spell to shrink the limp spider back and threw it into the jar.
"Extreme pain."
"If you knew this spell, you wouldn't need knives to torture people..."
He muttered to himself, and the students below the stage discussed it animatedly.
"This Crucifixion looks fierce, but unfortunately it can't cause any actual harm."
"Don't be silly, Seamus, this is a torture spell."
"I think I can hold out for a few seconds."
Dean Thomas, puffing out his chest and protruding his belly, declared, "I can even do the splits Harry asked me to do."
Upon hearing this, the classroom instantly erupted into a boiling pot of water as everyone argued about who could withstand such excruciating pain.
Moody's face turned purple and swollen, his demonic eyes darting around as if about to pop out of their sockets, and suddenly he roared like thunder.
"Enough! Quiet down!"
Having said that, Moody yanked the last remaining spider out of the jar and threw it onto the table.
The spider seemed to understand human nature; knowing its death was imminent, it flapped its eight hairy legs and scurried wildly across the table.
Moody wouldn't let it escape, would he? He immediately waved his wand again and roared like thunder:
"Avada Kedavra!"
A beam of emerald light shot out from the tip of the staff, like a ghostly fire, so bright it was hard to open one's eyes.
When the light faded, the spider was already upside down on the table, its eight legs pointing in the air.
He bore not a single wound, yet his soul had been scattered, and he lay motionless. Truly: Where the magic wand fell, even gods and ghosts trembled; a flash of green light, and life was lost.
Upon seeing the deadly green light, all the students fell silent and said nothing more.
Lockhart was so frightened that his face turned ashen. He gripped the curtains so tightly that he almost tore the brocade apart, barely managing to keep from falling.
Moody looked around before putting his wand back in his belt and said in a hoarse voice:
"It's not good, it's unpleasant, and there's no way to break the curse."
"As far as people know, only one person has broken the Killing Curse, and he is sitting right in front of us right now."
After speaking, both the real and fake eyes looked at Harry.
Just as their eyes met, Pavati suddenly raised his hand and said impatiently:
"Professor Moody, when do we begin learning the three Unforgivable Curses?"
Upon hearing this, Moody's expression changed drastically. He pointed his cane directly at Parvati's face and roared like thunder:
"Show yourself quickly!"
The incantation was recited, but Parvati was unharmed, only looking completely bewildered.
"Teach, professor? What do you want to do?"
Moody didn't answer, but suddenly flipped his wrist to the sky, pointing his wand straight at the dome.
"Destroy the illusion and reveal the truth!"
"All curses have ended!"
Modi cast several spells without any apparent effect, then put his staff away and strode forward to Parvati.
But his eyes were wide open, his beard and hair stood on end, and he shouted:
"It seems I really am teaching a group of students at Hogwarts! That makes things even stranger!"
"A teenager, after facing the Killing Curse, his first thought is actually to crave it?!"
"Either your parents are Death Eaters! Or Lockhart brainwashed you!"
"Ha! I knew that little liar never told the truth!"
Seeing Moody roaring incessantly, spitting all over Parvati's face.
Lockhart, hearing that his innocence had been questioned, could no longer contain himself and hurriedly stepped forward, calling out:
"Alastor, you must be falling into your old habit of being paranoid again. Why would I brainwash them—"
"Stay away from me! You little liar!"
Moody's eyes were bloodshot as he violently pulled out his wand and pointed it at Lockhart's face, roaring maniacally:
"What exactly did you do to these kids?! Don't force me to take drastic measures!"
"Hurry up and tell me!"
Seeing that the farce was getting increasingly out of control, Harry raised his eyebrows, drew his wand, and pointed it at the ground.
But then a loud cracking sound rang out, and seven or eight thick green vines suddenly shot out from the bluestone slab. Each one was like a living python, aiming straight for the madman's vital points.
Moody, as expected of a ruthless man who struck fear into the hearts of Death Eaters, calmly recited a fire spell as the vines attacked.
But then a burst of flame shot out from the tip of his staff, igniting anything it touched, and in an instant, the green vines filling the room were reduced to ashes.
Unexpectedly, the fire did not go out; instead, it spread along the cracks in the bricks, like a golden snake darting about, heading straight for Harry.
Ron quickly pulled the Willow Demon Staff from his ear, and with a flick of his wrist, the staff grew longer in the wind. Then, with a "Dragon Swings its Tail" motion, he gathered all the fierce flames on the ground into the staff.
Unexpectedly, the fire continued to rage even after entering the stick, with billowing blue smoke rising from the tip and faintly emitting a reddish light.
Ron's expression changed drastically. He immediately flicked his staff and shouted "Beat!" A piece of charred wood shot out from the end of the staff, still burning, smashed through the window, and fell straight out of the yard.
"That madman!"
"Harry! We really have to kill him!"
"He definitely tried to kill me just now!"
Harry was furious upon hearing this and immediately showed no mercy, shouting:
"A spirit that soars to the heavens!"
Not to be outdone, Moody retorted, "Armor protects you!"
A pale, cold light suddenly appeared on Harry's wand, like a ghostly fire from the underworld.
With a thunderous roar, the white light pierced the sky and vanished, terrifying everyone to the point of utter panic.
The white light struck Moody's magical armor, shattering it instantly. The old man was swept away by a gust of wind, flying more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before crashing into the stone wall.
But then a loud rumble was heard, and spiderweb-like cracks immediately appeared on the wall, with dust and dirt falling down in a flurry.
Seeing that Harry was truly enraged, and realizing that Moody's actions were indeed suspicious, the students all drew their weapons.
The room was filled with the glint of cold light, and the figures were either holding demon-slaying staffs or wielding evil-slaying blades, all of them on high alert.
Moody collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood three times, like a dying lamp about to go out.
Harry stepped forward, wand pointed directly at his face, and said in a deep voice, "Professor, are you awake yet?"
"To be honest, Professor, I am quite familiar with those three unforgivable curses, and I have long since practiced them thoroughly with my brothers and sisters."
"His methods are even more ruthless than the professor's, so no one is surprised by them."
Harry explained in detail, but Moody seemed to have truly lost his mind, his eyes devoid of any light. He trembled as he raised his wand again, his lips trembling as if about to chant a spell.
Seeing his stubbornness, Lockhart was terrified, his legs trembling like leaves. He rushed forward, grabbed the man's hand holding the cane, and said in a trembling voice:
"Alastor, calm down."
"Harry's temper isn't as good as you think."
However, Moody seemed not to hear him; the man's eyes remained fixed on Harry, and he continued muttering to himself.
Harry snorted and kicked the wand away.
He then crouched down and said coldly, "If the professor continues to be so obstinate, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Mudiyan's arm stiffened in mid-air, then fell limply to the ground.
Seeing this, Lockhart finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to say something more to smooth things over, Moody suddenly grabbed a piece of broken brick, shakily raised his hand, and slapped it against Harry's chest.
Lockhart's face turned green instantly, and he cursed inwardly, wondering what was wrong with this guy!
Harry showed no mercy, stomping his foot on the man's chest, his wand pressed against his forehead, and shouting sharply:
"The soul leaves the body!"
It should be noted that this was not the first time Harry had used the Imperius Curse. He had practiced it countless times with Rowena in the past, and he knew the tricks of it by heart.
Unexpectedly, today the curse did not penetrate the madman's brow, but rather vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
Moody remained staring wide-eyed, panting heavily. Harry was startled and exclaimed in surprise:
"Damn it! This scoundrel is nothing but an empty shell; I can't find a single trace of his soul!"
Readers should know: The Soul-Snatching Curse circulating in the world today has long lost its original meaning and is merely used to confuse people's minds and force them to obey commands.
However, what Harry learned was a secret art inherited from Rowena, which could directly seize the three souls and seven spirits, and was extremely ruthless.
When the cursed power invaded, it felt that Moody's body was as empty as rotten wood, without any trace of life, which was really strange.
Lockhart, who was listening nearby, was shocked as if he had been doused with water. He hurriedly withdrew his hand from Moody's and retreated behind Harry, rubbing his hand repeatedly on his trouser leg.
"Oh! Harry, don't scare me!"
"Is he a zombie? Or a mummy or something—anyway, he doesn't have any infectious diseases, right?"
"Should we go to St. Mungo's Injury and Sickness Hospital to get disinfected?"
Harry ignored Lockhart and straddled Moody's chest.
First, they lifted his eyelids to examine him closely, then they took his pulse at the cun and guan positions on his wrists, and then ordered Lockhart to pry open his jaw to examine his tongue coating. After these three examinations, he appeared to be no different from a living person.
Harry exclaimed in disbelief, "Damn it! This is so strange! All seven orifices are intact, and the pulse is still strong, so why can't we find any soul?"
Unable to figure it out no matter how hard he tried, he simply drew his cane and cast a stun spell, striking Moody squarely between the eyebrows. Then, he grabbed one of Moody's trouser legs and dragged him backwards toward the principal's office.
They had only taken a few steps when they suddenly heard Moody's clear voice.
"Alright, Harry, let go!"
"I can't stand Dumbledore's endless attempts to sell me cockroach candy!"
Harry turned around abruptly, only to see Moody's single eye shining brightly, showing no trace of his madness.
Moody suddenly kicked his leg, breaking free of Harry's grasp like a fish escaping a hook. Though his body swayed, he stood up steadily, like an old pine tree with its roots firmly planted.
He first picked up the wand from the ground and chanted a few healing spells. After easing his injuries, he took a curved wine bottle from his waist, tilted his head back and drank several mouthfuls before exhaling a long breath.
"Ah, I feel much better now."
He glanced at the students who had scattered, "What are you all standing there for? Get back to your seats!"
"This lesson isn't over yet!"
Harry narrowed his eyes and gripped the hilt of his knife tightly. "Professor, given your state just now, shouldn't you have explained things to me clearly?"
Moody smacked his lips and then waved his wand lightly, restoring the shattered stone wall to its original state.
"Nothing much to say, just the aftereffects of fighting too many Death Eaters. Let me think... Ah, they call it paranoia or something."
"Thanks to those spells you cast just now, they snapped me out of it."
"Don't blame me for suddenly having a seizure, Harry. You absolutely don't want to know what methods the Death Eaters have used to deceive me."
Harry, however, did not believe this and said sternly:
"I have never heard of someone who was struck by a coma-inducing spell and then immediately regained consciousness!"
"Then you should know that the Stunning Curse has a counter-curse!" Moody said impatiently. "I have plenty of counter-curses on me; I've been on guard against those Death Eater bastards for a long time!"
"Besides that, I have a question for you, Mr. Potter!"
Mad-Eye strode up to Harry, his single eye piercing like lightning. "Where did you learn the Unforgivable Curse?"
A seasoned veteran hides a secret, while a young hero conceals his brilliance. One appears mad, a mix of truth and deception; the other, sharp-eyed and quick-witted, probes the depths of the matter with uncanny skill. A thick cloud of suspicion hangs over the classroom, each harboring their own agenda, testing their strengths. To find out how these two will clash, stay tuned for the next installment.
(End of this chapter)