18 Ch. 18: The Defense Against the Dark Arts Class
"What shall I impart to them tomorrow?" Jon pondered, reclining on his bed.
Having spent the day familiarizing himself with the labyrinthine layout of Hogwarts, he decided not to rush his plans. After all, he had until Thursday to ensure Harry Potter's name found its way into the Goblet of Fire.
His current role as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts required him to maintain a semblance of normalcy. Moreover, he needed to earn Harry Potter's trust, guiding him to triumph in the impending game.
Jon could have taken the easy route, eliminating the currently vulnerable Voldemort. However, that wouldn't maximize his benefits. He recalled that Voldemort's resurrection was followed by a summoning of all the Death Eaters. This presented Jon with an opportunity to eradicate both Voldemort and the Death Eaters, earning penalty points and progressing in the legendary mission assigned by the system.
He could also follow the list of Death Eaters from Bellatrix's memory, eliminating them one by one. However, many of them were wizard nobles, making the task laborious and potentially harmful to innocents. It could also alert Voldemort and the remaining Death Eaters, introducing too many variables.
Given his limited time in this world, he might not be able to locate and eliminate all the Death Eaters. Hence, his current approach seemed safer.
"Hmm... Let me ponder on this! Barty Jr. taught the students the three Unforgivable Curses in the film, but that could traumatize the children and hinder my efforts to gain Harry's trust. Plus, there's that irksome Malfoy..."
As Jon mused aloud, a spark of inspiration struck him. "Draco Malfoy? Perhaps I can use him..."
A sly smile crept onto Jon's face.
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The following day, Jon woke and promptly downed a gulp of the revolting potion. He was grateful for the ample ingredients he'd brought along. Bellatrix's treasury was well-stocked with materials for the Polyjuice Potion. Otherwise, he would have had to pilfer from Snape, as Barty Jr. had done.
Jon preferred to avoid interactions with the stern Professor Snape if possible. After all, Snape had long coveted the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.
Before his class commenced, he toured Hogwarts, familiarizing himself with the terrain.
In the afternoon, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class began as scheduled.
"I am Alastor Moody!" Jon introduced himself in the dimly lit classroom.
"A former Auror!" He wrote the word "Auror" on the blackboard.
"A rebel from the Ministry of Magic!" He discarded the chalk, continuing, "And I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! I'm here at Dumbledore's invitation, and that's all you need to know!"
Jon's tone was peculiar, as he strived to embody the eccentric character.
"Any questions?" He asked the students.
The students, including Harry, Hermione, and Ron, remained silent, their eyes fixed on Jon and their peculiar new teacher.
Seeing the students' silence, Jon continued, "When it comes to dark magic, I believe that true knowledge comes from practice! But first, who can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"
Hermione promptly responded, "There are three, sir!"
"And why are they called by this name?" Jon wrote the word "unforgivable" on the blackboard.
"Because they are unforgivable, use either..."
Before Hermione could finish, Jon interrupted, "They lead straight to Azkaban, correct!"
Jon turned back to the class, "The Ministry of Magic deems these spells inappropriate for children, but I beg to differ!"
The students exchanged glances, some in disbelief that this "Moody" professor dared to criticize the Ministry of Magic so openly.
"Do you know what your opponent will do? When you face a dark wizard, you must always be prepared!" Jon declared, leaning on his crutches and writing on the blackboard.
"Also, Mr. Finnigan, find another place to stick your gum, not under the desk!"
All eyes turned to the student named Finnigan.
"Good heavens, this man can see behind his head!" a student whispered.
However, Jon heard him, turned around, and flicked a piece of chalk at him.
"I can hear behind me too!" Jon retorted.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances, a hint of fear in their eyes.
"So, who among you shall demonstrate first?" Jon asked, approaching Harry and Ron's seats.
He glanced sideways and spotted Draco Malfoy, the student he intended to target.
"Weasley!" Jon suddenly barked.
Ron Weasley, sitting next to Harry, jumped. He had been wary of this strange old man from the start, and now his name had been called.
"Yes, sir!" Ron stood, trembling slightly.
"Name one of the spells!"
After a moment's thought, Ron cautiously said, "Well, my dad once mentioned the Imperius Curse!"
Despite his certainty, Ron felt a chill seeing Professor "Moody" up close. The scarred face and the artificial marble eye were intimidating.
"Indeed! Your father must be well-acquainted with that spell!" Jon seemed to anticipate Ron's response, "That spell caused quite a stir at the Ministry back then!" These details were gleaned from Barty Jr.'s memory and the film.
"Let me explain why this spell is deemed an Unforgivable Curse!" Jon said, moving to the teacher's desk.
He pulled out a grotesque-looking spider from a jar. The creature, a cross between a spider and a scorpion, was unsettling.
"Engorgio!" Jon cast a spell on the spider, enlarging it to the size of his hand.
Seeing this, Ron felt his skin crawl.
"Imperio!" Jon cast another spell, and the spider began to float in the air, moving at Jon's command.
The students watched in awe as Jon manipulated the spider, making it land on a student's desk. The student quickly moved aside.
At this moment, Jon noticed Malfoy, sitting nearby, grinning. Using the Imperius Curse, he directed the spider towards Malfoy's face.
"Ah!" Malfoy screamed, jumping from his seat.
But Jon wasn't done. He controlled the spider, making it crawl into Malfoy's trousers.
Malfoy shrieked, dancing around the corridor. He wanted to remove the spider but didn't want to unbutton his trousers in front of everyone, fearing it would tarnish his aristocratic image.
Seeing Malfoy's predicament, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who had always been at odds with him, burst into laughter.
"Hey, Malfoy, did you wet your pants?" Ron suddenly shouted, noticing a wet patch on Malfoy's trousers.
The class erupted into laughter, realizing that Malfoy had indeed wet his pants.
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