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The spell shot toward Harry, but the moment it hit, Moody stumbled back with a sharp cry, clutching his head. He staggered a step, his wooden leg scraping noisily against the stone floor. Blood trickled from his nose as his magical eye whirled violently before stopping altogether.
“Merlin’s beard!” someone whispered from the back.
The room went silent. All eyes were locked on Moody, who straightened with difficulty, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. His gaze shifted to Harry, narrowed and scrutinizing.
Harry raised an eyebrow, his expression calm but faintly amused. “I did warn you, Professor.”
Moody let out a raspy, wheezy chuckle, though there was something strained in it. “Clever lad. Very clever.” He eyed Harry closely, as though trying to figure out how he done it. “Strong mental walls, stronger than most I’ve seen. But more than that... you turned the curse back on me, didn’t you?”
Harry gave a half-smile, offering no further explanation. Without waiting for another word from Moody, he turned and walked back to his seat, the curious and stunned eyes of the class following him the entire way. As he passed Daphne and Tracey, he caught sight of Blaise’s smirk, who muttered just loud enough for those nearby to hear, “Show-off.”
“Did you see that?” whispered Seamus, wide-eyed. “Moody looked like he got hit by a Bludger.”
Dropping into his chair, Harry shrugged like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Across the room, Ron’s mouth was still slightly open, while Hermione looked torn between curiosity and disapproval. Neville glanced nervously between Harry and Moody, as if expecting the professor to lash out at any moment.
Moody, still standing at the front of the room, wiped the last of the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. His magical eye swiveled toward the rest of the class, landing on Draco, who immediately stiffened. “Next,” Moody growled, his voice rougher than before.
Draco’s smirk faltered slightly as he got up, clearly less confident than usual. He walked to the front of the class, trying to maintain his usual cool demeanor, but Harry could tell by the stiffness in his posture that he wasn’t thrilled about being the center of attention.
Moody wasted no time. The moment Draco stood before him, he pointed his wand and cast the curse. “Imperio!”
Draco’s face went slack for a moment, his eyes losing focus as the spell took hold. A tense silence filled the room as everyone waited to see what would happen. Harry observed quietly, noting the slight twitch in Draco’s jaw—a sign that he was trying to resist. After a few moments, Draco’s hand jerked upward, then stopped halfway.
“Come on, Draco,” Blaise muttered under his breath, leaning forward slightly.
Draco’s fingers clenched into a fist, and with visible effort, he forced his arm back down. The blank look in his eyes faded, replaced by something sharper—determined, even.@@@@
Harry shot her a sideways glance but didn’t respond. Instead, he reached for a bowl of roasted potatoes, ignoring the growing number of glances being thrown his way from nearby tables. He wasn’t interested in being the center of attention, though it seemed inevitable at this point.
“They’ll get bored once the novelty wears off,” Blaise said lazily, swirling his goblet of pumpkin juice. “Give it a week, and they’ll be back to talking about Tournament and who’s dating who.”
“Doubt it,” Daphne cut in. “This isn’t just a school thing. If this gets out—and it will—people outside Hogwarts are going to want to know. Who wouldn’t want a way to resist the Imperius Curse?”
Tracey snickered. “Bet the Ministry’s already scrambling to figure out how Harry pulled this off. They’ve been trying to teach anti-Imperius techniques for years, and here comes Potter with his ‘let’s practice mental walls’ approach.”
Harry looked at Susan, who was seated next to him. “Did Aunty say anything?” he asked, picking at a piece of toast on his plate.
Susan shook her head, brushing back a strand of her hair. “She’s busy with the delegations. Last I heard, the Triwizard Tournament caused another round of chaos. With Skeeter fueling the flames, Aunty has her hands full.”
Hermione, seated across from Susan, scoffed audibly as she poured herself some tea. “Do people really buy what that woman writes? It’s nothing but dramatized rubbish.”
Luna, who was perched calmly next to Hermione, gave a little shrug. “People often take what’s written at face value. When Papa sells more Quibblers, everyone will finally know about Wrackspurts.”
Harry smirked and shook his head, leaning back slightly. “Well, if it’s for Aunty Amelia, I might share my mental defense technique. That’ll keep Skeeter quiet for a bit.”
Susan raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. “You think Skeeter would back off if you did? She’d probably spin it into a story about how you’re building a secret army at Hogwarts.”
Harry let out a dry laugh. “Let her try. I would love to see her twist that into something believable.”
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