"There's a troll!!

Zacharith Smith was the first to rush out.

It was a tall, thin boy with a cocked nose and yellow hair, pure blood.

In the same dormitory as Irving, Jarvis, and Ernie McMillan.

However, both Owen and Jarvis are not very fond of Zachares, Smith and Ernie McMillan.

It wasn't because they were both pure-bloods, but for some reason, they weren't as scathing about Muggle-born wizards as Slytherin, but they weren't by any means good.

Swagger is the norm.

What's more, Zacharis is a very strange person.

He was taciturn and withdrawn. Even in Hufflepuffle, it looks a little out of place.

Jarvis complains about this, and what he often talks about is that they are all pure-bloods, and they can't even compare to a single hair of Hannah!

"Trolls, take over our dormitory!" A disheveled Ernie McMillan was the second to rush out.

He panicked, like a frightened rabbit, and hid behind the lounge armchair.

"What's going on?"

The rose cake was held in his hand, and Owen, who had not yet had time to swallow it urgently, was also confused by the second monk.

Troll? Showed up in his room?

What is this?

Sending credits here?

Owen, who couldn't figure out the reason even if he wanted to break his head, glanced at the other two useless guys, then grabbed his wand and ran into the bedroom.

Grandma drops, dare to play yin with me!

Quirrell is a long-term suspect!

I can't help but throw the pot to Quirrell first, that must be right!

Ever since the troll incident, the kid had been a little self-defeating.

It's kind of a dead heart for Voldemort to be a wage earner.

The energetic grave jumping behavior of the past is gone.

Ay!

What a poor child.

From the perspective of an ordinary person, Quirrell's pursuit of success and wealth is inevitable, but the problem is that not all mistakes can be forgiven, and if it weren't for him, Voldemort would still be cowering in the forests of Albania, parasitic on a dying viper.

After giving him decades, I am afraid that he will not have enough strength to make a comeback.

However, due to Quirrell's stupidity, Voldemort was quickly resurrected, and he was able to grow to the size of a baby in the third year, which was related to the fact that he absorbed a large amount of Quirrell's life force.

Quirrell doesn't deserve pity in any case, he should be held accountable for his actions!

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In the dormitory, there was the roar of trolls and the beating of clubs.

Owen, who rushed into the dormitory, saw Jarvis shivering behind his window.

The child's face turned pale, as if the soul had long since left the body.

On the other side, just on the edge of his bed, a troll as high as the ceiling was wreaking havoc on his bedboard.

"Evil beasts from there!" Owen shouted when he saw this, and raised his wand to gnaw on a big melon to kill it. "Don't hurry up and show your original form!"

Suddenly, an absurd scene was staged.

I saw that the giant monster that was still majestic seemed to be deflated, and quickly contracted, and then its body twisted and turned into his appearance.

Just like the other self he saw in the morning.

"Huh?" Owen stepped forward, and the frightened 'alter self' panicked into the box by his window. ‘

With a bang, the box closes and the dust settles.

"This..."While fixing the bed that he could no longer see, Owen was in a frenzied brainstorm.

"This can't be a boggart, right?" He vaguely guessed.

This would be in line with his grandfather's prank, and in line with the infinite transformation of this creature.

It's just – why am I most afraid of myself?

"Is this what the teachers say, a person's real opponent is himself?"

"W-what is that?" Seeing that there was no roaring sound for half a sound, Jarvis finally couldn't bear it anymore, poked out half of his head, and asked weakly.

"Uh—a boggart, my grandfather's Christmas present to me." Owen tapped his wand on the tin box, then broke it open.

"What's that?"

"Boggart? Oh! A magical creature that can shapeshift, it will see through your heart and become what you fear the most. The spell against the Boggart is the Boggart Exorcism Charm "Funny Funny", which makes the Boggart look the funniest you think it is. ”

Speaking of which, Jarvis's biggest fear turned out to be trolls!

Ay! Leave a psychological shadow on the child.

Owen felt a little guilty, why was it a troll! If only he could get something else.

The box opened again, and another Owen arrived.

"The most fearful?" Jarvis stood up tremblingly as he leaned on the edge of the bed, "Why are you most afraid of yourself?" ”

"How do I know that? Maybe this Boggart is broken. Owen didn't say anything about his Occlumency technique. The kid couldn't understand it anyway.

For wizards who are proficient in Occlumency, changing their minds is only a matter of thought, and Boggart will naturally make mistakes because of it.

Although Owen has not yet mastered this spell completely, like Snape and Dumbledore.

But it's more than enough to block the prying eyes of a tiny Boggart.

"I-" Jarvis was in turmoil, it turns out that you know how terrible you are!

Seeing that Owen had just put the box back together and had no intention of throwing it away, he hurriedly asked, "Are you going to put this terrible thing in the bedroom?" ”

"It's a wizard tradition, who doesn't have a few magical creatures in their house, and there are a family of ghouls living in the attic of Ron's house." With a slight wave of his wand-holding hand, the crumbs on the edge of his bed turned into a large lock, which held the box in lock, and then Owen kicked it under his bed.

"Do you know what is the best way to face your fears?"

"W-what?"

"Smile at it!"

"The best way to get rid of fear is to face it and do it! Ollie gives!"

Owen roared out into the sky, leaving Jarvis with a bewildered expression.

He spent the next few days wandering aimlessly around Hogwarts.

One night.

Owen accidentally spotted Dumbledore in the hallway.

In the early morning, the old principal also came out to bask in the sun!

Guessing that there might be fun ahead, Owen followed without even thinking about it.

Then they came to an abandoned professor on the fifth floor, one old and one young, one after the other.

"Since you're here, do you want to come and see it too?"

Dumbledore stood in front of something black and beckoned to Owen.

"This is—" Walking up the front and back, Owen saw that it was a very imposing mirror, reaching up to the ceiling.

Gorgeous gold frames supported by two claw-shaped feet underneath.

Engraved at the top is a line of words: Eris Stra Ehruitu Bika Frua Iton Wohes.

"Mirror of Eris?"