Black's old house, restaurant.

"Alasto," said Mrs. Weasley, walking up from the kitchen downstairs, holding a vegetable salad and a plate of chicken legs, "I made it from the remaining ingredients, and the vegetable soup last night wasn't too fresh."

"It's already good." Moody said calmly, the blue demonic eye staring at Salad for a while, and started to stutter. "Oh, by the way," he looked at Neville, "Frank and Alice were probably back at noon, and they sent me an information, which was very valuable."

Neville nodded and his eyes lit up.

"What kind of information is it?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I can't reveal more. If you are caught by the Death Eater, it's all over," Moody said rudely, staring at a chicken leg and sniffing it in front of his nose, "Thank you, Molly." He bit hard.

Harry didn't know what was more pitiful, was his broken nose, or the chicken leg that was bitten by a bite, or were they who were caught by the Death Eater as Moody imagined and was tortured and forced to confess?

"Don't think I'm joking. Many people think they can hold on and be tough guys, but they only need a trance curse." Moody grinned and gestured at them. The little wizard at the dining table leaned back together.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him with a reproachful look.

Moody had already picked up the second chicken leg. "Molly, they can withstand it. I heard that they train very frequently. It's not just to show off their might in duel class, right? I just introduced them to a more real world...you all want to be Aurors?" His normal eyes looked at everyone.

Harry, Ron and Neville nodded, Hermione hesitated and also pointed, unexpectedly, Ginny did the same.

Mrs. Weasley looked very shocked.

"Ginny, you're in third grade! It's too early to think about this now."

"It's not too early, I'm in the fourth grade when I start school."

"I said it was early! You are a girl, and I will never allow it," said Mrs. Weasley in anger.

The next few minutes, the restaurant became very lively. Ginny made a loud noise and quarreled with Mrs. Weasley. Her hair was shaking around like an angry and irritable cat. Mount Crook, who was originally lying at her feet, returned to the owner, staring at the two noise sources with a flat and furry face.

"We're going back upstairs." Hermione winked at Harry and the others, trying to escape from the battlefield, but Ginny left first and stepped on the stairs with a "bang-bang" sound. Mrs. Weasley chased her behind, and seemed to have to convince her to change her mind.

"Then let's go to the training room?" Hermione stood there, looking at her companion with uncertainty. She didn't want to train much, just wanted to stay away from Professor Moody's swaying demonic eye.

Everyone else had similar feelings, and they stood up quickly.

"Are you okay, Porter?" Moody said rudely.

"I'm pretty good." Harry didn't tell the truth. On the one hand, he was hesitant to reveal to Ron and the others that he had mastered the three unforgivable curse. On the other hand, he began to worry about what Dumbledore would think after seeing his memory. He felt a mess in his heart.

He suddenly had an idea.

"Professor Moody, I have a question," Harry said, then noticed Moody's eyes followed, "Auror was approved to use the Unforgivable Spell... Is the situation really so bad? And will the spell affect you?"

"You said that." Moody muttered, taking out the wine pot on his waist and taking a bite, "That was almost the late stage of the war. It was really difficult at that time. The main reason was that the Death Eaters' vassals were fighting more and more, or in other words, more and more people were forced to join..."

"The real Death Eaters are elites, and they can directly see mysterious people, but there are many, such as werewolf, in the mysterious people's ranks, but no matter what, the war has been fighting for almost ten years, and people are more or less desperate. Batty... He is definitely a tough person, and the reason why many people can continue to persevere is because of him... He suggested to the new minister Bagno that year that he allowed Auror to obtain some privileges, such as using an unforgivable spell against Death Eaters, and some miscellaneous things, all to make Auror let go of his hands and feet... And Bagno also agreed, a very courageous witch, I think it is better than the previous one."

"But, is this really useful?" Harry asked anxiously, "I mean, a disarming spell can subdue the enemy, or a coma spell?"

Moody stared at him for a while and laughed in a muffled voice. His face became even more ferocious.

"It's right to say that. To put it bluntly, the life-seeking curse is a spell. Cutting off a person's head can kill people," Moody said lightly, saying terriblely, "but they are completely different. These three spells were designated as unforgivable curse in 1717. The users will face serious punishment, and the people will rarely hear it after that. Of course, they did not disappear and were circulated among the dark wizards..."

"It was the mysterious man who brought them back to the public's sight. The Death Eater and his vassals blatantly used these spells, coupled with the overwhelming publicity of the newspapers, and thus they were spread to such a magical way. Batty wanted to change this situation. He believed that it was necessary to restore the people's confidence, and the life-seeking curse must be more deterrent than the disarming curse."

"Then you" Harry got stuck, he didn't know how to ask.

"Do you want to know if I have ever killed someone with a life-seeking curse? Or is it the feeling of killing someone?" Moody asked softly.

Harry stammered, and the others remained silent.

"Of course I did it, and used the life-seeking curse to kill people. I remember it very clearly. That's how the Death Eater named Evan Rozier died..." Moody showed a perverted smile, "But as long as it can be avoided, I try to catch the living. Azkaban has many acquaintances, but unfortunately one group ran away a month ago." He murmured in a low voice, sounding like he was cursing.

It may also be that Harry heard it wrong, maybe Moody suddenly wanted to eat the Fudge fly, which was a kind of creamy gummy.

"As for the feeling, there is actually nothing... When the war is at its most intense, we wish each other was clean, so we didn't have time to think so much." Moody said disapprovingly, "You must have a hard heart and rich experience, just be able to do it."

Footsteps came from upstairs. Mrs. Weasley came down, and Moody picked up a chicken leg and started gnawing again.

The conversation seemed to end like this.

"Oh, by the way, I have something, you might be interested." He said, pulling out a worn magical photo from his pocket. Harry saw a small group of people moving, some waving their hands and some raising their glasses.

"This is" Mrs. Weasley walked over and took a look, frowned.

"The Original Order of the Phoenix," Moody said in a deep voice, "You have seen it, aren't you? I'm not sure if you have it, but everyone had one." He said to Mrs. Weasley, "Your two brothers are good, but unfortunately they died young... I went to see Emilyn yesterday, oh, she was very good, just injured."

He noticed that Harry and the others wanted to ask questions, so he said in advance. Mrs. Weasley's lips were pursed tightly.

"Is it the fishing plan?" Harry asked softly. He knew that Amilyn was a witch dressed in dignified and elegant manner and didn't like to talk much. She was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry had seen her several times before.

"It seems that you know the plan, and it's right. You are going to receive the award and can't get around it." Moody said.

Harry felt like he had a blow to the five flavor bottle. He heard Ms. Bones talk about this incident. At that time, the Weasleys and his wife were replaced, but he never expected that the replacement was Emilyn Vance of the Order of the Phoenix, and he was also injured.

"She is lucky. There are a few here that can't even be found, or only some of the bodies..." Moody seemed to notice that Mrs. Weasley held back and said nothing, so she handed the photo to Harry, "Save it, the one from James and Lily may not be found...I've been there once, in the Godric Valley...now it has become a ruin."

Harry barely smiled, not knowing what to say.
Chapter completed!