Harry Potter 04 - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

there were a lot of witches and wizards being controlled by the Imperius Curse,’ said Moody, and Harry knew he was talking about the days in which Voldemort had been all-powerful. ‘Some job for the Ministry, trying to sort out who was being forced to act, and who was acting of their own free will.
    ‘The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I’ll be teaching you how, but it takes real strength of character, and not everyone’s got it. Better avoid being hit with it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!’ he barked, and everyone jumped.
    Moody picked up the somersaulting spider and threw it back into the jar. ‘Anyone else know one? Another illegal curse?’
    Hermione’s hand flew into the air again and so, to Harry’s slight surprise, did Neville’s. The only class in which Neville usually volunteered information was Herbology, which was easily his best subject. Neville looked surprised at his own daring.
    ‘Yes?’ said Moody, his magical eye rolling right over to fix on Neville.
    ‘There’s one – the Cruciatus Curse,’ said Neville, in a small but distinct voice.
    Moody was looking very intently at Neville, this time with both eyes.
    ‘Your name’s Longbottom?’ he said, his magical eye swooping down to check the register again.
    Neville nodded nervously, but Moody made no further enquiries. Turning back to the class at large, he reached into the jar for the next spider and placed it upon the desktop, where it remained motionless, apparently too scared to move.
    ‘The Cruciatus Curse,’ said Moody. ‘Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea,’ he said, pointing his wand at the spider. ‘Engorgio!’
    The spider swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula. Abandoning all pretence, Ron pushed his chair backwards, as far away from Moody’s desk as possible.
    Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and muttered: ‘Crucio!’
    At once, the spider’s legs bent in upon its body; it rolled over and began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. No sound came from it, but Harry was sure that if it could have given voice, it would have been screaming. Moody did not remove his wand, and the spider started to shudder and jerk more violently –
    ‘Stop it!’ Hermione said shrilly.
    Harry looked around at her. She was looking, not at the spider, but at Neville, and Harry, following her gaze, saw that Neville’s hands were clenched upon the desk in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide and horrified.
    Moody raised his wand. The spider’s legs relaxed, but it continued to twitch.
    ‘Reducio,’ Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He put it back into the jar.
    ‘Pain,’ said Moody softly. ‘You don’t need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse … that one was very popular once, too.
    ‘Right … anyone know any others?’
    Harry looked around. From the looks on everyone’s faces, he guessed they were all wondering what was going to happen to the last spider. Hermione’s hand shook slightly as, for the third time, she raised it into the air.
    ‘Yes?’ said Moody, looking at her.
    ‘Avada Kedavra,’ Hermione whispered.
    Several people looked uneasily around at her, including Ron.
    ‘Ah,’ said Moody, another slight smile twisting his lop-sided mouth. ‘Yes, the last and worst. Avada Kedavra … the killing curse.’
    He put his hand into the glass jar, and almost as though it knew what was coming, the third spider scuttled frantically around the bottom of the jar, trying to evade Moody’s fingers, but he trapped it, and placed it upon the desktop. It started to scuttle frantically across the wooden surface.
    Moody raised his wand, and Harry felt a sudden thrill of foreboding.
    ‘Avada Kedavra!’ Moody roared.
    There was a flash of blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air – instantaneously the spider rolled over onto its back, unmarked, but unmistakably dead. Several of the girls stifled cries; Ron had thrown himself backwards and almost toppled off his seat as the spider skidded towards him.
    Moody swept the dead spider off the desk onto the floor.
    ‘Not nice,’ he said calmly. ‘Not pleasant. And there’s no counter-curse. There’s no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he’s sitting right in front of me.’
    Harry felt his face redden as Moody’s eyes (both of them) looked into his