Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Now, if there’s no counter-curse, why am I showing you this? Because you’ve got to know it; you’ve got to appreciate what the worst is. You don’t want to find yourself in a situation where you’re facing it. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!” he roared, and the whole class jumped again.

“Now. .. those three curses – Avada Kedavra, Imperius, and Cruciatus – are known as the Unforgivable Curses. The use of any one of them on a fellow human being is enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban. That’s what you’re up against, that’s what I’ve got to teach you to fight. You need preparing, you need arming, but most of all, you need to practice constant, never-ceasing vigilance. Get out your quills and write this down …”

No one spoke; they were busy taking notes on each of the three Unforgivable Curses.

Just as everyone thought that this very touching Defense Against the Dark Arts class was about to end, Moody suddenly said, “Next, I will cast the Imperius Curse directly on you to demonstrate the power of this curse and see if you can resist its effects. This was supposed to be learned later in class, but since Evan Mason, the genius known as the future star of the wizarding world is here, I think we can try it in advance. ”

As soon as he said that, there was a roar in the classroom, and all kinds of arguments were surging like a flood.

Everyone looked at Moody and Evan in surprise, with small faces full of excitement.

Did they hear it correctly? Was Mad-Eye Moody actually going to use the Imperius Curse against Evan?

God, this was absolutely insane!

Everyone was excited to death, but also a little scared, looking forward to what would happen next in uneasiness.

As for the Slytherin students, they were no doubt gloating to see Evan suffer. What Moody just did to control the spider was still fresh in their minds.

If Evan went into a tap dance like that in front of everyone, it would be absolutely big news for the whole school.

Everyone was talking. Only Colin, Ginny and other students who had a good relationship with Evan were worried.

They were afraid that Evan would not be able to take it, and it was definitely a bad thing for a minor wizard to fall to such a evil black magic.

Evan was unphased. ‘Mad-Eye’ had told him in advance last night that he was going to do it.

He just didn’t expect that this fake would be so eager to do it this fast.

“Mason, come out!” Moody waved his wand, and the desks were on the sidelines, leaving a large open space in the middle of the classroom.

“Professor, there’s no problem if you want to cast the Imperius Curse on me. But I have to remind you that it is a serious violation to use this curse against another human,” Said Evan slowly, “You just said that this was enough to earn a life sentence in Azkaban, and that’s not a pleasant place. There may be no fresh blood and other food.”

There was a moment of silence, the others blinked and stared at Evan. They didn’t seem to understand what he meant.

Moody’s incomplete nose shook unnaturally, but his face was expressionless.

“Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention!” said Moody coldly, his magical eye swiveling onto Evan and fixing him with an eerie, unblinking stare. “Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like. If you’d rather learn the hard way, with someone’s casting it on you so they can control you completely, fine by me. You’re excused. Off you go and never appear in my class again!”

The atmosphere was tense. The students were looking at both of them, waiting to see if Evan would leave the classroom.

Of course, Evan couldn’t be scared away. That would be too embarrassing, and he had confidence in his mastery over Occlumency.

Now that the opponent had made up his mind to cast the Imperius Curse on him, then he had to give it a try and see who would suffer in the end.

Evan stood up and patted his school robes gently.

Under everyone’s nervous gazes, he moved forward to the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks.

Moody raised his wand and looked at Evan fiercely, as if to swallow him alive.

“Professor, you can start!” said Evan softly.

Moody had no courtesy. He raised his wand and said, “Imperio!”

The next second, Evan felt a floating sensation as every thought and worry in his head was wiped gently away, leaving nothing but vague, untraceable happiness. He stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware of everyone watching him.

Different from the usual Imperius Curse, Moody’s magic carried a peculiar force. This force was particularly powerful and especially evil.

Driven by it, the power of this Imperius Curse far exceeded the power used by the common Dark Wizards.

Powerful forces were pulling Evan’s soul, taking it away from his body, to never back…

But in all its might, it was far from being compared with the power of the evil gods!

Almost at the moment when Moody read the curse, Evan’s Occlumency started naturally.

All the external spiritual invasions were all resisted, and the power of magic could not penetrate into Evan’s mind.

Within a second of that floating sensation, his consciousness returned, and the scene in front of his eyes grew clearer and brighter. Evan had cracked his opponent’s powerful Imperius Curse!

However, fake Moody had no idea that he did. No matter how powerful he was, he probably did not expect Evan to break free from the Imperius Curse so quickly. He thought Evan was under his control. A hint of overwhelming joy clearly flashed across his dreadful face.

Evan did not say anything. He wanted to see what ‘Moody’ was going to do next.

And then he heard Mad-Eye Moody’s voice, echoing in some distant chamber of his clear mind: “Jump up, jump three times in the same place, jump three times…”

This request was too simple, and Evan jumped three times in the same place, according to the professor’s orders.

He could hear a sneer in the classroom, and the Slytherin students probably thought he was being controlled by the Imperius Curse to make such a funny and unusual move. They shouted that Moody should control Evan to do something even more excessive.

Moody nodded and agreed, seemingly satisfied with Evan’s reaction.

The next second, the voice echoed again in Evan’s mind.

This time it was no longer a command, but… Legilimency!

As Evan imagined, this guy could not help but start exploring his memory after controlling him.