The arrested wizard seemed to have noticed something. He stopped shouting, stared at Moody who was walking up to him and slowly pulling out his wand.

“We don’t have much time.”

Moody's voice was low, as if he was whispering in the ear of the witch, but it made everyone present hear it very clearly.

"We don't have regular spitting agents on our hands, and the Ministry has released the use of the unforgivable spell, but you should be clear that neither Hogwarts nor the Ministry of Magic have trained on this spell."

The witch's blue-faced face showed a sarcastic smile, but many onlookers could see a relaxation without any hiddenness in his eyes.

However, at this moment, Moody slowly pulled out his magic wand, his voice was not high, but he was extremely fierce.

"Yes, we have never used the Unforgivable Mantra, unlike you. But even if you are not proficient in the Soul-Snatching Mantra and have no experience with the Life-Snatching Mantra, another kind of mantra can be tried. I just happened to want to know what my colleagues had been tortured by this mantra."

The pupils in the eyes of the witch suddenly shrank.

The students who were standing around Sherlock and watching this scene couldn't help but grow their mouths.

Someone has guessed what will happen next.

Hermione subconsciously wanted to turn her head and not look at what happened afterwards, but soon she gritted her teeth and forced herself to turn her face to the front, looking at the male witch who was aimed at Moody's wand in her hand without blinking.

Ron's face turned white, his lips trembled, and he seemed to be saying something in his mouth, but no sound was made.

Harry was not as strong as they showed, but he also clenched his fists tightly and stared at Moody with his eyes nervously.

Several timid girls, Ravend and Parvati, have already huddled together.

At this time, Sherlock quietly came to Neville.

Neville's reaction seemed far less intense than others on the surface, but only when Sherlock, who had been paying attention to him, knew that his emotions were more tense than anyone else at this time. His body couldn't help but tremble slightly, there was no expression on his face, but his eyes were extremely empty.

Sherlock knows a little about his family situation, knowing that his parents, Longbotton and his wife were both outstanding Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. Later, after Voldemort fell, they were caught by a group of Death Eaters led by Bella. They used a heart-wrenching curse to ask about the whereabouts of Voldemort. They were eventually tortured into two lunatics and are still receiving treatment in Saint Mungo.

Compared to others, Neville was more afraid of this unforgivable mantra, because it was this mantra that made him a situation that was no different from an orphan.

Sherlock gently patted Neville on the shoulder, and Neville's body trembled violently, then turned his head to look at him, his eyes that were already covered by cowardice and looked at Sherlock carefully.

Sherlock's voice was light, and he and Neville stood at the end of the students and said in a voice that would not be heard by the third person.

"If you really feel scared, Neville, you can close your eyes."

Neville heard what he said, his lips squirmed, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shouted like a mosquito.

"......professor."

"There's nothing to be sorry for." Although he didn't say what he wanted to say, Sherlock also guessed what he wanted to express. "I never felt like you were a bad student. Think about the second grade in the Gryffindor Lounge, you pulled out that sword and knew what it was?"

Neville shook his head and shook his head.

"That is the relic of Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Legend has it that only those who truly possess the qualities that Gryffindor values ​​can pull it out, and you have the character that real Gryffindor possesses, Neville."

Neville seemed to be stunned, and he listened to Sherlock saying to him in a daze.

"Everyone is unique, just like the stars in the sky, they are unique. You are no worse than anyone, nor are you lacking in courage than any Gryffindor, so don't blame yourself for your cowardice and timidity."

Sherlock finally patted his shoulder lightly and walked back to the front of the students.

Neville, who was still there, looked at his back in a daze. Soon, the gaze in Neville's eyes became firmer. He had never clenched his hands so hard and said to himself with a very small voice.

"Thank you, Professor Forrest."

He did not close his eyes as Sherlock said, cover his ears as if he had seen nothing and had nothing happened.

Instead, he set his eyes on Moody who had waved his wand and recited the unforgivable spell.

"Heart-broken!"

No curse flashed, but at the point where the point of the wand in Moody's hand was aimed at, the witch curled up desperately like a cooked prawn, and his mouth roared like a scream that sounded from hell.

"ah!!!"

The witch was churning on the ground, like a live fish that was suddenly thrown into boiling water.

His forehead, neck, and arms were full of veins, snot, tears and saliva spreading everywhere on his face!

Sherlock stared at this scene indifferently, and most of the students around him could no longer bear to watch it.

Many of Hufflepuff's little wizards hugged their heads with their arms, buried their faces in their knees, and did not see or listen to the scene like purgatory on earth.

Sherlock did not teach these students a lesson and asked them to lift their heads.

For a child who is only fifteen years old, such a scene is indeed too cruel and bloody.

But after Dumbledore and his careful consideration, they knew that such things must be understood.

Even if Voldemort's second rise did not happen later, it should be kept by these students who are protected in the castle all day long and think that the current peace in the magic world is normal.

Who paid what price these peaces are now!

"Where! Say! Williamson! Sevic! And Gadwin! Where have they been taken by you!"

Moody's roar like an angry lion sounded, and at this time, the pictures around him, the dilapidated and dark rooms, and the furniture like rags, were all broken.

All of these fragments turned into wisps of silver light, surrounding the students who returned to the black magic defense classroom, and finally disappeared in the air.
Chapter completed!