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"Now, there is only one last and most powerful spell left. [Avada Kedavra]... [Killing Curse]."
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Chapter 300 Self-Inflicted Humiliation
As Moody spoke, several young wizards' eyes suddenly widened, and they nervously stood up as if they wanted to speak up to stop him.
“Avada Kedavra!” Moody roared.
A blinding green light stung the eyes, accompanied by a jumble of noises, as if an unseen behemoth were flying through the air. At the same time, the spider flipped over and lay on its back on the table, its body unmarked, but undoubtedly dead.
Everyone, including the girls who had been crying, stopped crying and stared blankly at the spider's corpse, their expressions vacant.
“It’s not good,” Moody said calmly. “It’s unpleasant. And there’s no way to break the spell. There’s no way to resist it. As far as people know, only one person has escaped this spell, and you all know him.”
Everyone understood that he was referring to Harry Potter.
"The Avada Kedavra curse requires a very strong magical foundation—you can all take out your wands, point them at me, and chant the spell, and I probably won't even get a nosebleed. But that doesn't matter. I'm not here to teach you how to use it."
"So, since there's no way to break the curse, why am I showing you all this? Because you must understand. You must be fully aware of what the worst is. You don't want to find yourself in the situation you're facing now, do you? Stay vigilant at all times!"
He roared, startling the whole class.
After saying that, he called out Levin's name for the third time.
“Levin Green, stand before me. I need you to demonstrate the true power of the Imperius Curse. I will show you in action how to resist these dangerous spells.”
Upon hearing this, the students couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
If this isn't targeting, then what is?
Upon hearing this, Levin instead revealed a slight smile.
"The Imperishable Curse, Cruciatus Curse, and Killing Curse are known as the three unforgivable curses because any one of them, when used on a human, would be enough to imprison the caster in Azkaban for life."
At this point, he glanced at Professor Moody and asked jokingly, "Professor Moody, you wouldn't happen to want to go to Azkaban to experience life there, would you? The criminals there are all very 'looking forward' to reuniting with you. After all, many of them were sent there by your own hands."
"Me? Imprisoned in Azkaban? What a joke! I'm just here to do my duty as a teacher, to teach you how to resist the Unforgivable Curse."
Professor Moody's voice was full of confidence, as if he truly believed in his innocence, and then he continued impatiently, "Alright, alright, stop wasting time, Levin, come up and demonstrate!"
Upon hearing this, Levin's smile widened.
However, his eyes were like the coldest winter, radiating a chill.
He already understood the other party's purpose: they were just using teaching as an excuse to take the opportunity to get rid of this big troublemaker.
Once you've been hit by his "Soul-Stealing Curse" even once, it's as if you're under his control forever.
Because you can never tell whether someone is genuinely freed from the [Soul-Stealing Curse] or just pretending.
"Levin, don't go!"
Sitting next to Levin, Steve clutched his robe tightly, his voice filled with anxiety.
However, Levin eventually walked up to Professor Moody, his eyes filled with mockery.
Professor Moody cruelly licked his lips and said approvingly, "Commendable courage!"
Having said that, he drew his wand and whispered, "[Astral Projection]!"
As Professor Moody gently swung his wand, an almost invisible burst of magical power emerged from the tip and struck Levin.
As a psychic, Levin could clearly feel a mental force attempting to take control of his mind.
Unfortunately, Moody underestimated Levin's abilities and overestimated himself.
"[Spell Counter]!"
Levin immediately activated a counterspell.
And it's done in the most direct and brutal way.
The young wizards immediately saw that Levin, who was being controlled on the stage, seemed to have no reaction, but Moody, who was trying to control him, suddenly took a step back and then bled from his seven orifices, looking quite terrifying.
"...What did you do?" Moody asked in a hoarse voice.
He had just tried to control Levin, but as the spell penetrated into the other's consciousness, he suddenly felt a battering ram strike his brain, and everything went black.
"Just like you said, it's about demonstrating how to resist an unforgivable curse."
Levin walked up to him and whispered a sarcastic remark.
"It seems that making you bleed from the nose isn't as difficult as I thought."
As he spoke, he casually walked off the podium, as if nothing had happened.
What just happened terrified the young wizards.
They watched helplessly as Professor Moody, his face covered in blood, struggled to his feet, leaning on the podium, barely able to stand.
Finally, the school bell rang, breaking the eerie silence in the classroom.
The young wizards, as if granted a pardon, scurried away from the dangerous classroom.
Ever since being thoroughly humiliated by Levin in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Moody—or rather, Barty Crouch Jr.—never dared to provoke Levin again.
Even in the castle corridors, he would give Levin the cold shoulder when he saw him.
Just like Snape avoided him.
In the blink of an eye, two or three weeks have passed since the start of the school year.
Good news came from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang: the two school principals agreed to invite Levin to join the organizers.
In their view, as long as they could prevent Levin from joining the Triwizard Tournament, they would consider it a success.
Otherwise, the thought of their students competing against figures who could single-handedly kill a chimera, fight a basilisk head-on, and participate in killing the largest fire dragon in history would send chills down their spines.
Incidentally,
After a year of wrangling, the Underworld has successfully certified the "dead" Onyxia as the largest fire dragon in magical history.
This can be considered giving the Black Dragon Princess a lot of face.
In short, after successfully joining the Triwizard Tournament organizing committee, Levin frequently left Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament preparation meetings, where he colluded with Ludo Bagman to completely revamp the tournament.
The three principals could only let it go, as long as this little tyrant didn't get involved himself.
Besides his successful career outside of school,
Good news is also coming from within the campus.
Hammer finally ended his life of silence and no longer needed to rely on Ginny to fill the void every day.
To celebrate this, the current members of the Genius Club held a small celebration in the tower.
Levin, who was busy reforming the Triwizard Tournament, only received the invitation that afternoon.
In the evening, after finishing his Potions class, Levin did not go to the Great Hall for dinner, but instead used the [Mansion Spell] to return to the tower.
He met the girls celebrating Hermione's party in the living room.
Cho Chang and Hermione were in charge of cooking, while Gwen and Orianna assisted them.
Three younger girls, Luna, Ginny, and Astoria, stood by idly watching.
After more than half a month of working as a mouth double, Ginny and Hermione's relationship has become much closer.
As for Astoria, she was another mute practitioner besides Hermione, and she also finished her training at the same time as Hermione, so she was brought along to celebrate with her.
This Slytherin girl got along well with them last term when she participated in the Knowledge Society.
Now that Levin intends to help her acquire the magical Animagus, he clearly intends to make good use of her, so he invited her to this celebration party as well.
Hermione, Cho Chang, and Luna were already used to the fact that they could return to the tower at any time while in Hogwarts.
But Ginny and Astoria were very surprised and kept asking Luna all sorts of questions.
When Levin appeared, they immediately cast longing glances at him.
They also want to obtain this "·" privilege.
“To gain this right, you must pass a test,” Levin replied. “You need to make greater contributions to the Academy, but at the same time, you cannot fall behind in your studies. If you can do this, I will consider granting you the same privileges by the start of the next semester at the latest.”
"Remember to keep it a secret," Luna added playfully.
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Chapter 301 Vomit Badge
The celebration went very well. After discovering that Levin liked the Chinese food she made, Cho Chang put a lot of effort into it, and even often went to the Hogwarts kitchen to ask the house-elves for advice. Now her cooking skills are becoming more and more proficient, and she is showing a tendency to surpass her master.
After the celebration ended, Hermione stopped everyone who was about to leave, saying she had something else to discuss with them.
She took out a delicate little tin box, and mysteriously opened it.
The box contained a neat stack of parchment and about fifty badges, each a different color, all bearing the same letters: "S.PEW".
“SPEW, vomit,” Luna picked up a badge and asked curiously, “What does this mean?”
"It's not vomiting, it's 'SPEW.' It means House-Elf Rights Promotion Association."
“I’ve never heard of this association before,” Astoria retorted.
“Of course you haven’t heard of it,” Hermione said crisply. “It’s something I just founded.”
"Huh?" Zhang Qiu asked, slightly surprised, "How many members do you have?"
“Hmm—if you all join too—there will be six,” Hermione said. “That’s my development plan.”
Hermione pushed the parchment from the box in front of them.
Levin picked up a copy out of curiosity and began to look at it.
"My short-term goal is to ensure that house-elves receive reasonable wages and a good working environment."
Hermione was still talking, her voice growing louder and louder.
"My long-term goals include amending the law that prohibits elves from using wands, and also trying to get an elf into the Department of Magical Creatures Control, because it is shocking that the interests of elves are not being adequately represented."
"So what do you want to do?" Levin asked patiently, without giving a direct answer.
“First, we need to recruit more members,” Hermione said enthusiastically. “I think participants should pay two silver shiks—one for buying badges—and that income can be used to print flyers.”