In the days that followed, despite the negative visibility, Neville also thoroughly enjoyed the addiction of a well-known figure in the school...

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For several nights in a row, Roger carried Neville to the Room for a drink in the name of extracurricular study. And every time he got drunk, he was so drunk that he now saw one of Roger and Harry, and his brain hurt habitually.

For this kind of unprofessional practice, Ginny is okay, and the right is a private party, but there is no great disgust.

Hermione is different, Miss Xueba's time is tight and her tasks are heavy, so she is so busy every day that she has no extra time to mess around with them.

So before the Defence Against the Dark Arts class on Thursday afternoon, Roger was ordered by her to go to Professor Lupin after class to discuss the teaching of extracurricular tutoring.

Roger reluctantly agreed, and the 'combat' experience in the alcohol battlefield could only be cultivated slowly......

When they arrived at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Lupin hadn't arrived yet, and they all sat down, pulling out their books, quills, and parchment.

When Lu Hu finally walked into the classroom, they were talking. Professor Lupin smiled and placed his tattered suitcase on the lectern. He was as ragged as he had come, but he looked healthier than he had been on the train, as if it had been due to the fact that he had eaten a few meals well in the past few days.

"Good afternoon," Lupin said gently, "please put all the books back in your bag." Today is a practical lesson, and all you need is a wand. ”

The class put the books back in their bags, and several students exchanged surprised looks. They had never taken a Defence Against the Dark Arts practice class before, except for last year's memorable lesson in Lockhart.

"So," said the professor, seeing that everyone was ready, "will you follow me?"

The class was confused, but also interested, and all stood up and walked out of the classroom with Professor Lupin. He led them into the second hallway, where he stopped, just outside the faculty lounge.

"Please come in. Professor Lupin said, opening the door and taking a step back.

The faculty lounge was a long, unfinished stretch of old chairs, presumably because Professor Lupin had greeted him beforehand, and there were no other professors resting in it.

He beckoned the class to the end of the common room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe, where the faculty had 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, as several of the students jumped back in fright: "There's a Boggart in there." Can anyone tell me what a Boggart is? ”

"The Boggart is a non-human apparition, and no one knows what it really looks like because it's a shapeshifting thing," Hermione said, putting her raised hand down like a textbook, "and will take different forms to show the things that everyone fears the most." ”

"I couldn't have said any better myself, Gryffindor plus five points. Professor Lupin clapped softly, and Hermione was smug, "That is, we have a huge advantage before we start, because we have a lot of people, and when we deal with Boggart, it will be confused, and it will not know what it will become." ”

"The spell to fight off the Boggart is simple, but it takes willpower. You have to remember that what really scared off the Boggart was laughter. "All you have to do is force it to be what you think is ridiculous. Let's talk about this spell without a wand. Please tell me...... Funny funny!"

"Funny, funny!" the class said in unison.

"Good," said Professor Lupin, "good. But, I'm afraid that's just the easy part. You know, this mantra alone is not enough. 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......"

It became quiet in the room.

The most feared thing... This is a very interesting question for Roger.

"Are you all ready?" asked Professor Lupin.

Everyone was nodding their heads and rolling up their sleeves in eagerness.

"Well, the students who called the names stepped forward, and the rest stepped back to make way for an open space," Lupin said, stepping back with the students until they reached the wall.

"First of all, Roger. Please stand in front of the cabinet. The professor called by name.

Roger's eyebrows moved, he put his fingers to his mouth, and pulled out his wand and walked up.

He actually took the place of Neville, who was the first to play in the original book... Temptation?Understanding?Lupin became interested in Blake's evaluation, or was it the result of old Deng's gesture?

In the short steps he had walked to the front of the cabinet, Roger's mind drifted to the country of Java, and Lupin didn't care at all about the point of dealing with Boggart.

"I'll count to three, Roger," Professor Lupin said, pointing his wand at the closet, "one, two, three... Let's go!"

The handle of the wardrobe snapped open, and the door slowly opened.

But to the surprise of the teachers and students in the classroom, nothing seemed to come out of it...

Doesn't Roger have anything to fear? Of course there is, and even his subconscious mind avoids the thought of it.

The people in the classroom can't see it because the volume of the specific image that this thing shows is really not large, and it is not conspicuous.

A translucent virtual screen flickered twice, staggering in the most suitable position in front of Roger, shaking from time to time as if it was due to a bad signal.

The screen is vertically divided into two halves, one large and one small, the right side is blank, and the left side is horizontally divided into several squares of equal width, on which the purpose is indicated in Chinese and English.

Roger's eyes widened wide, protruding from their sockets, and the half-dead expression on his face had completely disappeared due to unconsciously clenching his teeth and his rapid and vigorous breathing.

His body trembled slightly like never before, and the handle of his wand had been crumpled into pieces because it had been clenched too hard, and the rest of the wand fell to the ground with a 'click'.