Irma, who was physically and mentally satisfied, exuded a charming brilliance, she was no longer as thin and shriveled as before, and when she walked in the school, there were often senior boys who could not walk, but they could only leave in despair when they saw the big man who was more than two meters tall beside her.

"Lee, you seem to be getting taller again, why?" Irma said curiously, she tiptoed and reached out to touch the top of Li Huan's head, but found that she couldn't touch it anymore, and now she could only touch the corner of his eye.

"Well, another ten centimeters taller. Maybe I've been so happy lately. ”

Irma slapped his arm with a blushing face and said, "I think you have the blood of a giant, like a King Kong." ”

Her face turned redder as she spoke.

The students passing by saw their smiles and ran away, like ants startled by sugar cubes that were too sweet, and fled "in fear" while quietly turning back with envious eyes.

"Jaime, can Hogwarts still be in love? The auditor was too arrogant. Sirius said dissatisfiedly, "The mystery man is becoming more and more rampant, and now only Hogwarts retains the last peace, why do some people study hard in this peace, while others indulge in meaningless love?" ”

Sirius recently read two of Shakespeare's poems, and always spoke in an aria-like tone.

"I don't know, Blake. But we can scare him and make him restrain a bit. Jaime laughed, "It's a full moon today." ”

The "inspiration" of the two little wizards collided, and suddenly there were "sparks".

That afternoon, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class began, and Li Huan found that there was a piece of paper pressed by roses on the chair where he usually sits.

He opened it and was immediately happy.

"The wind shook the buds of May, and the footprints of summer were hurried away...... Wait for me tonight in the thirteenth shack on Second Street in Hogsmeade. ”

The plagiarized sonnet is written in two grammatical errors, and it does not match the artistic conception of the invitation text below, this cannot be Irma's handwriting, someone must be playing a prank, I heard that there are "famous" Gryffindor "four evils" in the school recently......

"Okay, somebody wants to guess what's in this box? Look, it's moving, aren't you curious what kind of magical creature it is? ”

The new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor said mysteriously to everyone, holding on to a shaking box.

"It's Boggart, sir."

"Very well, Mr. Thomas, you must have heard about this lesson from some seniors." The professor pointed out mercilessly, "So don't think I'm giving Gryffindor extra points." ”

He went on to say: "The Boggart is a shape-shifting creature, it has no fixed shape, and in front of everyone, it shows the most feared things in the hearts of others......"

The little wizard Thomas of Gryffindor whispered unconvinced, "No one told me that it was the professor who accidentally revealed it himself, and I remembered his slip of the tongue." ”

Someone next to him booed and said, "Don't say it, Thomas, Professor Sdell is a Slytherin graduate, he is an eccentric person, but he will not be biased towards us." ”

At this point, Professor Steller began to take a roll call: "Findrear, you come first, stand here." ”

When the nervous little wizard stood still, Professor Steele opened the moving box, and a big train drove out of it, which looked like the Hogwarts Express.

The screams of the roaring trains echoed throughout the classroom, and Professor Sdel shouted, "Findreel, say the spell, as I said, pick up your wand." ”

The little wizard closed his eyes in fright, grabbed his wand and waved: "Ridikuius (funny)!" ”

Suddenly, the tall Hogwarts Express turned into a toy train of less than ten inches, and it was still a round-faced Thomas.

"Very good, that's it, next classmate, everyone hurry up, a class will pass quickly." Professor Sdell shouted.

The little Gryffindor wizard who said "eccentric" still obediently lined up in a long line, waiting for himself to try it with an excited face.

Li Huan suddenly felt that this was clearly a good thing to spy on other people's hearts, and it was also a good pet for home burglary.

When he left the house, he put a boggart at the door, and as soon as the thief entered the door and saw ten heavily armed policemen waiting there, he must have been so frightened that his legs went limp.

In the wizarding world, it's ten Aurors, oh no, it's ten Death Eaters now.

Soon it was Sirius' turn, and as soon as he was standing, the Boggart in front of him spun and changed.

An old man who looked particularly old-fashioned and majestic, with his brow upside down, stared viciously at Sirius, his grandfather, the current patriarch of the Black family.

He was fierce, at least to the rebellious Sirius.

Every time Sirius defied his mother or spoke against the mysterious man, his grandfather would punish him, and he would not say a word, as if he did not bother to point out what was wrong with him.

Just like now, the wordless Bogut is more like his grandfather.

"Ridikuius (funny funny)!"

Sirius angrily shouted a spell, and his grandfather lay like a paralyzed Muggle old man, his limbs trembling, saliva still on his lips, like a dying man suffering from dozens of geriatric diseases at once.

Many of the young wizards looked frightened, but Sirius laughed out loud with joy.

This incident even became one of the suspicious evidences that people believed that he was an accomplice to Voldemort a few years later.

Peter Pettigrew walked up to Boggart, and before he could get ready, Boggart turned into a half-man-tall wildcat.

Huang Chengcheng's vertical pupils stared at every little wizard in the classroom, and the sharp claws under his feet rubbed against the floor of the classroom.

"Goo-toot!"

Peter's mouth was dry with nervousness, but a few drops of sweat were squeezing out of his forehead, this creature was so amazing that even the wild cat he feared the most in his heart had conjured up.

"Ridikuius (funny funny)!"

Peter's voice trembled, and it was with great difficulty that he could finish the word.

The big wildcat spun around and turned into a little mouse, "squeaked" and ran frantically through the classroom.

The students burst out laughing.

Li Huan didn't laugh, he didn't think there was anything funny about a mouse, and in a few years, Peter Pettigrew, who had learned the Animagus, would become a mouse himself.

Steen noticed Li Huan, and he spoke: "Everyone be quiet, let's let the students who are auditing also give it a try, after all, he is also our classmate." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and invited Li Huan.