In the small classroom, a conspicuous wardrobe is particularly eye-catching, in Augustus's view, the magic fluctuations in this wardrobe are very obvious, it seems that today's practical class is the magic creature in it, I don't know what type of magic creature is it.

"Now, in this way," Professor Lupin said, beckoning the class to the end of the lounge. There was nothing there, only an old wardrobe, where the faculty kept their surplus robes. Professor Lupin walked over to the closet and stood still, the closet suddenly swayed and slammed against the wall.

"Don't worry." Professor Lupin said calmly, because at this point several students jumped back in fright. "There's a Boggart in there." Most people feel that there is a real need to worry. Neville glanced at Professor Lupin, his eyes full of horror, and Seamofinigan peeked in fear at the now-shaking doorknob.

"Ah, how touching, a boggart in the closet, hoping not to give us a cordial hug like Hagrid's eagle-headed winged horse-boon. I just can't stand the second fright. Malfoy's eyes gleamed with malice, and Harry felt as if he was once again planning how to sabotage the lesson.

"Boggart likes dark, enclosed spaces," Professor Lupin said, glancing blankly at Malfoy, ignoring it, and continued, "the closet, the gap under the bed, the cupboard under the sink?? Once, I came across an old clock hidden in my ancestors. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the principal if the faculty could leave it alone and give my third-graders some hands-on opportunities.

"Now the first question I'm going to ask is, what exactly is Boggart." Hermione raised her hand, but Lupin looked at Augustus, who nodded and said, "A magical creature that can detect your inner fear and take on the most fearful image you can ever imagine, in short, just an interesting creature that likes to scare people." ”

"That's a good answer, I couldn't have said it any better myself," Professor Lupin smiled gently, "but there is a problem, for many wizards, the Boggart is the embodiment of fear, and when faced with him alone, even many adult wizards can be struck down by the fear phenomenon that appears, and without strong willpower, the Boggart may become synonymous with fear for you, not just a simple and interesting creature." ”

"However, for us, there is a huge advantage in the face of this Boggart, who has found out where this advantage lies?" Professor Lupin asked, glancing meaningfully at the crowd.

Hermione raised her hand again, and Professor Lupin nodded, "Is it because we have so many people, Boggart faces so many people, I don't know what the Dao will become to scare everyone." ”

"That's a good answer, it's smart," Professor Lupin exclaimed without hesitation, Hermione's face flushed slightly, "When dealing with Boggart, the best thing to do is to have a lot of people. It's confused. What should it become? Is it a corpse without a head, or a carnivorous slug? One time I saw a boggett make such a mistake?? I wanted to scare two people at the same time, so I turned myself into a half-slug. Not scary at all. ”

"The spell to fight off the Boggart is simple, but it takes willpower. As you know, what really scared off Boggart was Big Laugh. All you have to do is force it to turn into what you think is a ridiculous image.

"Let's talk about this spell without a wand. Please tell me how funny it is!" Funny funny!" The class said in unison. "Good," said Professor Lupin, "good. Now, let's move on to the practical phase, where Neville will demonstrate that you can dramatize what you fear the most, which will definitely have an unexpected effect for Bogeteren. Professor Lupin gave Neville an encouraging look, and Neville took a deep breath of fear, nodded, and stepped forward.

"If Neville succeeds, this Boggart may turn his attention to each and every one of you." "Now, I want each of you to take a moment to think about what you're most afraid of, and then imagine how you can force it to look ridiculous," Professor Lupin said.

For Augustus, he was interested in seeing what Boggart could conjure up in front of his eyes, but for a master of Occlumency, Boggart was probably helpless in front of him, unless he automatically withdrew his defenses and let it feel the subconscious in his heart.

"I'll count to three, Neville," Professor Lupin said, pointing his wand at the closet, "one??" Two?? Three?? Let's go!"

A burst of sparks shot from the end of the Professor's wand, and the sparks struck the handle of the closet door. The closet door burst open. Professor Snape, with a hooked nose and a threatening expression, stepped out, staring at Neville with blazing eyes.

Nacheng stepped back, his wand raised, his mouth stammering, speechless. Snape pressed at him menacingly, reaching into his robes.

"Slippery? Funny funny!" Neville screamed.

There was a noise, like the sound of a whip. Snape stumbled; He wore a long, lace-embroidered gown, a high hat with an old moth-eaten carver on the top, and a large scarlet handbag dangling in his hand.

The class burst into laughter; This boggart paused, bewildered; Professor Lupin shouted, "Malfoy, step forward!"

Malfoy walked forward with a pale face and gave Lupin a vicious look, believing that Lupin had let him go second only for revenge.

There was a crackling sound, and a roaring golden lion appeared in front of Malfoy's eyes, and the lion waved its sharp claws majestically, and walked slowly towards Malfoy with a hunting mentality. The Slytherin students on the spot let out a burst of exclamation, completely unaware that a Slytherin would be afraid of lions.

Malfoy's face showed horror that he had never seen before, and he picked up his wand and shouted hoarsely, "Funny, funny." The lion's huge golden head suddenly turned into the head of a small rabbit, and the mighty body still existed, and it faltered in place like a nondescript one.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced triumphantly at Harry with a contemplative expression, in fact, Harry was quite amused by Malfoy's fear of lions, Gryffindor represents lions, Malfoy's fear of lions, does it subconsciously mean that he has always been afraid of Gryffindor?

"Well done," Professor Lupin nodded slightly, and continued, "Next, Lillian." ”

Lillian took a slight breath and stepped forward slowly.