"Here!"

Neville subconsciously responded, struggling to push through the crowd and stumble to the front of the cabinet.

Professor Lupin looked at him with a smile and said kindly:

"Mr. Longbottom, Professor McGonagall told me that you are a very gifted child, but you are not usually very confident."

"So, can you be the first classmate to deal with Boggart?"

"Yes...... OK! Neville blushed and stammered in reply.

"Very well," Professor Lupin nodded, "with the courage to face difficulties, worthy of a Gryffindor!" ”

"I guess you should remember the point, right?"

Neville's face turned even redder after hearing Professor Lupin's words.

He nodded vigorously: "I remember!" ”

"The spell is funny...... Meantime...... At the same time, you have to think about turning Boggart into a ...... It's the funniest thing I think! ”

Professor Lupin approvingly applauded: "It seems that you have a good grasp!" In that case, I won't interfere much. ”

"Do you have pets with you? If so, I'd like you to take it out and give it to me for safekeeping. Professor Lupin raised his voice,

"The same goes for other students, if you have pets or living creatures on you, please be sure to hand them over to me for temporary safekeeping, so as not to affect the normal progress of this class."

Neville hurriedly handed over his precious toad blessing, but the other classmates didn't hand over any pets.

Professor Lupin glanced at Ron without a trace, slightly disappointed, but continued the lesson.

After Neville nodded that he could start, Professor Lupin waved his wand and the door to the cabinet opened.

At the same time, Professor Lupin took a few steps back, allowing himself to be out of range of Boggart's lock-on.

A "Professor Snape" walked out of the cabinet in a menacing manner.

Dressed in his trademark black robes, he stared at Neville with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Slippery ...... Funny funny! Neville raised his wand in a panic and said aloud.

But Professor Snape, who was in front of him, was unaffected, and suddenly spoke:

"How dare you do it to the professor! Mr. Longbottom, I think your brain is really using troll fat......"

"Funny funny!"

Before Professor Snape could finish his sentence, Neville, encouraged by Professor Lupin, cast the spell again.

This time the spell took effect, and "Professor Snape" was slapped into a ball by a large invisible hand and stuffed into a cauldron beneath his feet.

There was also a fire burning underneath the cauldron, as if it were brewing a potion.

The Gryffindors burst into laughter, and many began to regret why they didn't bring their cameras to record this historic scene.

The corners of Professor Lupin's mouth curled slightly.

He waved his wand: "Parvati, up!" ”

Professor Snape transforms into a bloodstained, bandaged mummy, and is then struck by Parvati's spell, which binds him up instead with bandages at his feet.

"Seamus!"

……

Professor Lupin shouted one student after another, and everyone appreciated the public executions of others after experiencing their own public executions.

"Hermione, it's your turn!"

Most of the people in the classroom had already dealt with Boggart once, and finally, Hermione was called.

Hermione stepped forward, and the skeleton with a steel pipe behind her snapped and turned into a girl.

The girl was tall and delicate, with long silver hair that hung down to her waist.

"Hi, Miss Granger," Fleur said playfully, brushing her hair behind her ear, "to tell you bad news......

"Funny funny!" Even though she knew it was fake, Hermione yelled angrily.

"Fleur's" neck seemed to be stuck, and she never managed to spit out a word again.

Her shiny silver hair quickly fell out, and at last she was left with a bare head.

Hermione nodded in satisfaction, admiring her masterpiece.

The little wizards exclaimed for a while, and then there was a lot of discussion, who is this beautiful girl?

The "Hibiscus" conjured up by Boggart did not have the charm of the baby.

And France and England, as old friends for so many years, the Daily Prophet has never mentioned the runner-up of the championship at all, not even a name.

The corners of Professor Lupin's mouth twitched, this little witch was really ruthless.

He hesitated a little, a little entangled in his heart, but finally called out the last name:

"Harry Potter!"

The chatter around was completely gone, and everyone watched curiously, wondering what Harley was afraid of.

In the hearts of most of her classmates, as the Lion Queen who once defeated Voldemort, and now slays the basilisk alone, and has won the Order of the First Class of the Order of the Merlin, Hallie should be fearless!

If he is truly fearless, what form will Boggart take?

In anticipation, Harley chuckled and stepped forward.

At the same time, she suppressed her own power, allowing the seemingly fragile creature to make limited probes of herself.

Otherwise, Boggart would not have known what he was afraid of.

When Hallie stood still in front of the Boggart, many held their breath.

The bald-haired Fleur did not immediately change back, but paused in place, her figure slightly blurred, and then transformed.

With a rapid sound, a shadow slowly appeared on the ground.

Countless worms crawled out of it, and then coalesced into a humanoid creature out of thin air.

It was a young man dressed in a black classical robe with a peaked cap of the same color.

He had thick black curly hair under his hat, a smile and playfulness in the black eyes of his thin face, and a monocle carved of crystal in his right eye.

On the man's left shoulder, there was a black crow, the crow's eyes were exactly the same as the man's, and there was also a monocle in his right eye.

He pinched his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and greeted casually:

"Yo, hello, Beckland and the brightest lily above the five seas."

"Long time no see, Amon greets you."

Harley sighed helplessly, there was not much fear in her eyes, after all, this thing in front of her was fake.

Although some details of Boggart's Amon are not in place, this is because he has blocked most of his memories, and it is impossible for Boggart to find out too much information.

On the whole, it's pretty much the image of that familiar bastard.

Although she wanted to talk more about this nightmare she had had, Harley also knew that the Boggart in front of her had only formed this image based on the memories in her mind.

And even if Harley lets go of her memory, Boggart can only imitate Amon's appearance and surface habits.

But......

That face with a sarcastic smile is really indebted!

I want to shred him!

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(Thanks to the nine-tailed Yanhu for the tip!) ）

(End of chapter)