"I'm glad you could accept it, it seems you're not the kind of stubborn people who can't think flexibly." Harry nodded with satisfaction and said again, "Alright, back to the topic of the Imperius Curse—I need to tell you that this spell is resistible, with your strong willpower, which not everyone can master."
"But practice has proven that being subjected to the Imperius Curse for a long time and multiple times can lead to resistance." Harry said again, "What I need you to do is, after practicing with each other multiple times, develop resistance to this spell, so that you won't be easily controlled by dark wizards, understood?"
"Understood!" everyone answered in unison.
Seamus suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Then, Professor, I have a question."
"Go ahead," said Harry.
"What about the other two spells? You're not going to have us use them on each other too, are you?" Seamus scratched his head and said.
Harry smiled and shook his head, "Of course not, we're not going that far—but I will demonstrate a few times with a target, and then I will also teach you a reasonable response—alright, I'm going to start teaching you how to use the Imperius Curse, remember not to pick up the wrong wand, just use the second-hand wand I borrowed."
He finished speaking and traced patterns in the air with his wand.
"See, this is the trajectory of the Imperius Curse." Harry said to them, "Come, follow me in pronunciation... imperio!"
Everyone imitated the wand movements, learning alongside Harry's actions.
"Not bad, not bad." Harry inspected them one by one, "You're all doing well—Ron, your pronunciation is a bit off, it's imperio, not impero!"
Ron murmured an acknowledgment and resumed practicing with his wand.
When they had practiced sufficiently, Harry said, "Now you will get into pairs and start practicing this spell... Cedric, you pair with Megan; as for Seamus, you pair with Neville; Ron, you pair with Hermione."
Upon hearing Harry's groupings, they took their positions.
"Alright, begin practicing—who will go first?" Harry asked.
"I'll go first!" Megan stepped forward, pointing her wand at Cedric, "Imperio (Soul Emergence)!"
Cedric's expression suddenly froze, he raised both hands and gave a standard French military salute, his body moving in waves.
The crowd burst into laughter at his comical demeanor.
Megan also laughed heartily, and she continued to control Cedric to perform a tap dance, having him jump around like a zombie.
Before long, Cedric shook his head, seemingly having broken free from the Imperius Curse.
"My goodness, that feeling." Cedric shook his head, "Is this what it feels like to be controlled by the Imperius Curse? I think I've found some tricks..."
"Shall we go again?" Megan asked considerately.
Cedric drew his wand, wordlessly returning a spell to her.
Enchanted Megan hopped twice, beginning to showcase the traditional Irish dance—Riverdance.
In tap dancing, Megan nailed it, occasionally introducing new moves for everyone to see.
After about a minute, Cedric broke the control of the Imperius Curse.
"It's indeed not a pleasant thing." Megan panted heavily, holding her waist, "I always felt an unseen voice urging me to do something, but I couldn't find a way to resist this command... What scared me was that I particularly liked the feeling of being ordered, even becoming somewhat addicted..."
"Really?" Hermione said skeptically, believing that her own willpower should be enough to quickly break free from control—especially Ron's control.
"Take that spell, Hermione!" Ron eagerly cast the spell—he had long thought of doing it.
Under the control of the Imperius Curse, Hermione grabbed a book from the table and began tearing it up, appearing quite engrossed in the act.
After tearing up her notes, Ron ordered her to use a spell to restore the notes and made her walk to his side.
"Sorry, Ron, I won't be strict with you anymore." Hermione said warmly.
Ron grinned and told everyone, "See? This is Hermione's promise—"
With that, he lifted the control of the Imperius Curse.
At that moment, Hermione's hair puffed up.
"We agreed not to get angry before practicing the spells!" Ron said rapidly.
Hearing this, Hermione extinguished her anger.
In fact, she didn't mind playing along, she just thought tearing books was wasteful—after all, those notes were made with painstaking effort—but given this is the magic world, she had just restored the notebook under Ron's control.
On account of that final restoration spell, Hermione decided not to argue with Ron over this matter.
"Alright, Ronald." Hermione tapped her palm with her wand, showing a rather intriguing smile, "Isn't it my turn now?"
Ron gulped, standing upright like a courageous Cromwell, "Go ahead and use a spell on me, if I frown, I'm not Ron!"
"Imperio!"
Enchanted Ron laughed foolishly and started performing the robot dance.
It's hard to imagine a wizard mimicking a robot so accurately, even better than many professional robot dancers.
"I don't eat chicken legs, I don't eat chicken legs..." Ron muttered, as if set to single repeat mode, endlessly repeating the phrase.
However, after saying it for the seventh time, Ron suddenly broke free from the curse.
"I cannot not eat chicken legs!" Ron shouted angrily, clenching his fists in defiance.
After his shout, he realized he had escaped the control of the Imperius Curse.
"Eh?" He was somewhat astonished.
Even he hadn't expected that his love for chicken legs would allow him to overcome Hermione's Imperius Curse.
No one present expected Ron to be the first to break free from the Imperius Curse.
Even Harry was surprised; he initially thought the first to overcome the curse would be the upper-year Cedric, or someone as determined as Hermione.
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