Chapter 549
Moody's Class
Chapter 549 Moody's Class
When Michael was sitting on the ground in a daze, he saw Wade curling his lips and grinning evilly, and then a few more students rolled on the ground beside Michael.
For example, Gore, Terry, and two girls.
After the first few seconds of confusion, some students were still hesitating about choosing their opponents, while others had already attacked their classmates without any hesitation.
For example, Pansy raised her wand and tied up Daphne with ropes that appeared out of thin air.
Next to Padma was Mandy, who didn't want to cast a spell on her friend and was about to find a Slytherin opponent when a Stunning Spell brushed past her hair.
When she turned around, she just avoided Mandy's sneak attack.
What else can I say? Padma screamed and jumped up, quickly fighting back.
After all, her magic skills were much higher than Mandy's. After her first sneak attack failed, Mandy knew she had lost. She didn't ask Padma to help her remove the leg-locking spell, but jumped to the side.
Michael clicked his tongue and turned to pick up his flying wand. When he turned back, he found that the short duel was over and there were only seven people still standing in the middle of the classroom.
There was an unlucky guy who had already won, but was hit by someone else's flying spells; there was also someone who hit each other from the front and back, and unfortunately both of them were eliminated.
Vader, Malfoy, Crabbe, Padma, Anthony, Pansy, Zabini.
Moody, who was sitting on the podium chair, reached into his cloak, pulled out a curved wine bottle and took a sip. He looked up and saw a group of students who seemed to be waiting for his evaluation. He asked in surprise, "Why, is there no one around you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Malfoy raised his wand and pointed it at Vader not far away, but Padma quickly squatted on the ground before raising her wand. Blaise Zabini hid behind Crabbe without hesitation. Anthony took a step forward and wanted to talk to the professor. Pansy pointed her wand at Padma, but was slightly stunned because she lost her target.
But no one reacted faster than Wade.
"Immobulus! (Immobilize all!)"
The scene from the past reappeared, and the chaotic crowd was all frozen in place, with only their eyeballs still moving.
Moody held the bottle to his lips, but forgot to drink, and his magic eye stopped moving.
The next second, he dropped the bottle, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Vader's chest. A red light shot towards Vader, and Vader cast a petrification spell in time.
The two spells collided in the air and rebounded, one beam of light shattered the window with a bang, and the other spell flew past Goyle's thigh and blew a table in the corner to pieces.
Goyle cried out and pinched his torn pants in fear.
"Good reaction." Moody stared at Wade closely, raised his wand and said suspiciously, "Are you that guy Snape who drank Polyjuice Potion to play a trick on me? Prove that you are yourself!"
He shouted loudly with a look of alarm on his face.
Even Pansy, who was frozen in place, couldn't help but mutter in her heart, "This old lunatic! If Wade Grey isn't himself, who else could it be? How could Professor Snape turn into a student and sneak into your class?"
Obviously, Moody was the only one who seriously doubted Vader's identity. His magic eye was spinning wildly, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes were twitching nervously.
The tip of his wand glowed dangerously, and it looked as if he would actually attack if Vader didn't prove his identity right away.
Wade thought for a moment and said softly, "Ali."
This is the name of one of the little puppets in his house, and it is a secret known only to Wade himself, his parents, and his neighbor Moody.
The light of the wand went out, the movement of the magic eye slowed down, and Moody squinted his eyes and said, "It seems to be me."
He didn't think there was anything shameful about his paranoid state. He waved his wand to get the bottle back in his hand, and wiped the dust off with his dirty cloak. "Hmph... You passed the test. You used the spell well."
Moody took another sip of his wine, turned his gaze to the others, tapped the ground with his cane, and said angrily and irritably, "As for you, look at your level, a Niffler can knock you down!"
"Patil, what on earth are you trying to do with that limp spell?! You might as well just hand your wand to your enemy!"
"Greengrass, if you're going to keep casting spells like this, you might as well go help Hagrid find the goblins in the vegetable garden!"
"Nott, is that thing on your shoulder just for decoration? If you don't know how to use it, you might as well put it under your butt as a bench!"
"And you, Crabbe! If your opponent hadn't been stupid enough, you would have been eliminated in the first round! You actually missed at such a close distance! If you can't control the wand in your hand, it will be worse than having no wand at all!"
Moody scolded everyone except Wade to his heart's content. Finally, when it came to Michael's turn, he finally got stuck.
This guy was eliminated too quickly, and he didn't have time to show his level of magic. Considering the speed at which Wade attacked, he was knocked away by the disarming spell, which Moody thought was... understandable.
But everyone else got scolded when they were eliminated, so this one couldn't be an exception.
Moody thought for a moment before continuing to shout, "Stay alert at all times! Remember what I said!"
Michael: “…”
He gritted his teeth secretly and looked at Vader, preparing to give him a "surprise" in the next duel.
Even if it was difficult for Michael to defeat Wade alone, weren't there other people here? Michael believed that he was not the only one who had this idea.
But then, Moody waved Wade aside, then waved his wand to remove the spell from everyone and regroup them.
This time the assignment was not completely random, but took everyone's level into consideration. For example, Padma's opponent was Pansy, Anthony faced Malfoy, and Michael was assigned to Theodore Nott.
Looking at the tall and thin opponent in front of him, Michael rolled his eyes helplessly, while Nott gave a sullen sneer.
The classroom was once again filled with flashing spell lights and the shouts of students. This time they were not so obedient. Not only did they have to defeat the enemies in front of them, but they also had to take the opportunity to sneak attack the winners of other teams.
After a moment of chaos, there was no one left standing in the classroom.
Moody walked around again and commented:
"Bout, don't turn your back on the enemy!"
"Goldstein, you're too slow!"
"That spell is too obvious, Crabbe!"
By the time he had criticized everyone one by one again, the get out of class had already been over for five minutes.
Finally, Moody returned to the podium and announced in a slightly hoarse voice: "Next week, I hope you can show a better level than the goblins in duels. I will also teach you how to identify and disarm dark magic traps!"
"I'm warning you, there's no such thing as an easy lesson in my classes!"
"Gray stays, everyone else dismissed!"
(End of this chapter)