For the rest of the class, Professor Moody seemed to be silent a lot, walking back and forth with his prosthetic leg, the magic eye turning back and forth, but mostly falling on Tiera body.

I don't know what magic Barty Crouch used. Every time the eyes of the magic eye fell on Tiera, Tiera felt a sense of oppression—

But it's useless. This kind of trick is fine against other wizards, but it's completely useless against you, the old fritters.

The other little wizards were busy taking notes, recording the three Unforgivable Curses.

The classroom was silent, and no one spoke until the bell rang——

When Moody announced the end of the get out of class, as soon as the little wizards left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged like a flood, and most of the classmates talked about those spells in awe-

"Did you see the spider twitching?"

"Yeah, he killed the spiders in one fell swoop - as simple as that!"

"And Tiera prophesied again!" a girl said with a grin, "His prophecy looks so handsome!"

"What do you think of Tierra's prophecy? Professor Moody? That Professor Moody? Sucked up by the Dementors?"

They talked about the class as if they were watching a wonderful and hilarious show.

In the weeks that followed, nothing special happened until the Defence Against the Dark Arts practical class—

Except Tierra gave a very clear prediction.

Like the second grade, Tiera once again opened the "Tiera's Prophecy Time", a people-friendly breakfast show at breakfast time——

Not only are Hogwarts classmates living and studying at Hogwarts this term, but also students and teachers from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is exactly how Tierra expanded her influence. force, great opportunity to increase the anchor point.

Therefore, one morning after entering October, Tiera once again made a very clear prediction——

"There are four participants in this Triwizard Tournament." Tiera said with an ethereal expression.

"One of the most beautiful schoolgirls at Beauxbatons, one of Durmstrang's greatest Seekers," Tiera continued, "and two from Hogwarts, one of them Hogwarts. This is the most popular student, and the fate of another is too erratic for me to see through."

As a result, in the weeks that followed, almost all students discussed the mysterious fourth contestant—

Thirty percent of the little wizards guessed it was Harry, but 20 percent actually guessed it was Tierra herself!

That's why Tiera said, "The fate of the last one is too erratic for me to see through."

This is their conclusion based on the latest chapter taught in Professor Trelawney's Divination class -

About why prophets can't predict things related to themselves.

"Ha ha……"

However, whenever Tiera heard the voices of these guesses, she sneered indifferently—

I am a staunch materialist warrior. While respecting the objective reality, we must give full play to people's subjective initiative.

To put it bluntly, my destiny is in my own hands.

In a Defence Against the Dark Arts class two weeks later, Professor Moody, or Barty Crouch Jr., was 10 percent responsible and 90 percent satisfied with his use of the Dark Arts. Tormenting the psychology of others, I decided to use the Imperius Curse on the students in turn——

"Professor Dumbledore wants to teach you how to feel," Fake Moody said righteously, his enchanted eyes turned, "if you'd like to learn more cruelly, like waiting for someone to read this to you Spell, keep you in the palm of your hand, that's fine, I agree, I'm totally fine, you can go whenever you want."

After speaking, he stretched out a rough finger and pointed at the door of the classroom——

But no one left.

"Very good!" said Moody. "Now that you've made up your mind, come one by one—"

"Dean Thomas!" Fake Moody yelled in a gruff voice.

He chose to start the class with a black man—

"Out of body!" said Fake Moody, waving his wand.

Under the influence of the spell, Dean Thomas hopped around the classroom three times, singing the national anthem.

"And... Lavender Brown!" Fake Moody growled. "Aha, I remember you, you were doing astronomy homework in my class!"

Saying that, Fake Moody waved his wand again—

Lavender Brown began imitating a squirrel.

And then there was Neville, who performed an amazing series of gymnastics moves that he would never have been able to do in his normal state.

"I never knew Neville was so flexible." Tiera turned sideways and whispered to Harry who was standing beside him, "Seriously, maybe Neville should go to Slytherin, except for the snake. I can't think of any other creature with the flexibility of Neville."

"Pfft—" Harry almost laughed, but fortunately, he finally held back—

Obviously, laughing out loud at a time like this is pretty unethical.

Because Harry is laughing so cheerfully now that he might be laughed at when he comes on the court for a while.

After that, several little wizards came to power and were put on the Imperius Curse by Moody, but none of them seemed to be able to resist the spell, and they all returned to normal after Moody eliminated the spell.

But there is still one person who did a good job and got the praise of fake Moody-

Harry managed to fend off a little bit of the Imperius Curse.

Although he also looked like he was demented, he really didn't do too much action.

That alone makes Moody's applaud.

"Tiera Lockhart!" said Moody's voice rumbled after Harry had finished. "It's your turn."

Tiera stepped forward and walked to the center of the classroom, to the space Moody had made by removing the desk.

Moody raised his wand, pointed at Tiera, and said, "Out of body!"

Tiera once again felt a **** rushing into her mind——

This time the strength of this force is far stronger than that of Gilderoy Lockhart.

However, this power didn't even touch Tiera's mental wall, and was blocked from the false memory curtain constructed by Tiera's Occlumency—

But Tiera still made a demented expression~lightnovelpub.net~ and then a voice came from the white light:

"Slap yourself."

Tierra:  …

No, sir, you Death Eaters don't have any other hobbies?

Jing likes to watch other people slap themselves to play?

"Snapped--"

Tiera raised her hand and wanted to give Fake Land a slap, but after thinking about it——

Still on his face.

The other classmates were all controlled by the Imperius Curse, so Tiera wasn't supposed to be too maverick.

He also wanted to grow up quietly, and he didn't want his fourth-grade plans to be interfered with by fake Moody.

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