"Alastor Moody." He writes his name on the board. "Ministry malcontent. And your new defence against the dark arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of the story, goodbye, the end. Any questions? When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?" He asks.
"Three, sir," Hermione replies.
"And they are so named?"
"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will..." Elizabeth states.
"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared, you need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr Finnigan!"
"Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head," Seamus whispers. Mad-Eye throws the chalk in anger barely missing Seamus.
"So, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!"
"Yes..." Ron squeaks.
"Give us a curse," Mad-eye says.
"Well, my dad did tell me about one... The imperious curse," Ron says with uncertainty.
"Ahhh yes, your father would know all about that. Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why." Mad-Eye pops open a jar with a spider in it.
"Hello. What a little beauty," he says. He uses his wand to send it around the class.
"Don't worry. Completely harmless." The class is unsettled. "But if she bites... she's lethal!" Draco laughs. "What are you laughing at?" Mad-Eye sends the spider onto Draco's face.
"Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window? Drown herself?" Mad-eye asks. Mad-Eye has the spider over a bucket of water, it's wriggling.
"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only do you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars? Another.. another.. Come on come on. Longbottom is it? Up." He demands. Neville Longbottom stands.
"Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology."
"There's the um... The cruciatus curse," Neville stutters.
"Correct! Correct! come come. Particularly nasty. The torture curse." Mad-Eye begins torturing the spider with magic, it cries in pain.
"Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him, stop it!" Hermione shouts. Mad-Eye stops. Neville is disturbed. Mad-Eye picks up the spider which is still making a noise.
"Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Granger." Hermione shakes her head. He casts a spell and the spider disintegrates.
"The killing curse. Only Two people are known to have survived it. And they're sitting in this room." He approaches Harry's desk and takes a drink.
"Brilliant isn't he! Completely demented of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with, he's really BEEN there you know," Ron says as they outside.
"There's a reason those curses are unforgivable, and to perform them in a classroom. I mean did you see Neville's face," Hermione says with Elizabeth agreeing. They see a boy on the stairs facing the window. "Neville?" Elizabeth asks. Mad-Eye approaches Neville and pats him on the shoulder.
"Son. You alright?" He asks. Neville nods.
"Come on, we'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something." He leads him away.