HP: Let professors walk towards the light

"Lupin's class, I remember the first one was about Boggart." Rena took the opportunity to help Snape organize the materials he would use for the next class.

"Yes, I remembered that he asked me to catch a Boggart and send it to his classroom this afternoon. But speaking of it, is there anything you are afraid of?" Snape walked to Reina, took the potion in her hand and put it down, then pressed her shoulder and walked to the sofa.

A silent and wandless spell caused several delicacies to appear on the table.

"That's a bit much. But I remember when I first learned about Boggart, it turned into a piece of letter paper. Of course, only I knew that it was an admission notice for the wizard orphanage." After Reina finished speaking, she picked up the pumpkin juice and took a sip.

Snape suddenly remembered what Reina was thinking when she was attacked by Dementors. So, was she afraid of being alone?

"But because Boggarts change, each time is different. One time it was Nagini, and another time it was a pitch-black room. My friends thought I had claustrophobia. As for what this time, to be honest, I'm not sure. There is no pattern to the changes of Boggarts."

Reina doesn't care what the Boggart will become. After all, the Boggart is just imitating the appearance in your memory, and you can't interpret the reasons behind it.

The admission notice to the orphanage was because she had just learned of the death of her parents, and the letter reminded her that she would soon be alone at such a young age; Nagini was because she witnessed an extremely bloody scene, which brought her her first confused rebirth; as for the room, that was where she was tortured by Bella.

Of course, this was all her own conjecture. No matter how it changed, it was just a matter of "funny", but Reina vaguely remembered that she seemed to be really shocked when she saw the Boggart turn into Nagini, and seemed to be laughed at by Draco.

How about thinking of a prank and playing a good trick on Draco now?

"When I met that Boggart yesterday, it turned into my childhood self." Snape couldn't help but laugh.

Last night, he remembered what Lupin had asked him to do, and found a Boggart in an old clock case while on patrol. He should have fought off the Boggart directly when he opened the clock case, but for some reason, his wand stopped in the air.

The Boggart was in a state of confusion for a long time, and every time it was about to take shape, it would get mixed up again. This cycle lasted for nearly a minute.

Finally, when the fog dissipated, he saw his own back, but it was very tiny.

The little guy turned around with something in his hand.

A tattered book was spread out, with two kinds of rotten flowers inside.

It was a dream he had had as a child but had forgotten, of a wild lily and a bluebell.

Only now did he remember that his childish self had run out from under the tree without even wearing shoes and was blown in the cold wind all night because of this nonsensical dream.

It was really funny, and that was why he laughed.

"Funny, funny - turn the thing you fear the most into the thing you want the most. You don't need to defeat it, just laugh it off. I think the wizard who invented this spell must be very romantic."

Reina's gentle appearance brought Snape back to his senses. Looking at that extremely familiar face, Snape felt like someone had punched him in the chest.

"Little Severus is very cute, by the way."

Well, now someone has caught his tail, Snape gave Lena a warning look.

"I'm telling the truth." Lena was neither humble nor arrogant, and persisted.

"Really? Then why don't you write me a ten-inch eulogy?"

"Ten feet is fine."

"loquacious."

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"Funny!"

"Very standard, kids. But the spell is only the simplest step. To defeat the Boggart, you need to combine it with another simple method, and that is willpower. You also need to know that Boggart is afraid of laughter." Lupin patted the wardrobe in front of the classroom, only to see the wardrobe shaking and making a very strange noise.

"How about letting Neville, who is not favored by Professor Snape, come?" Lupin pointed out Neville's name in a good mood.

"What are you most afraid of? Tell me, Neville," said Lupin.

Neville shrank back, but his lips moved but a sound came out.

"Oh, sorry, didn't you hear it?" Lupin seemed to guess something.

Neville dodged his gaze and slowly said, "Professor Snape."

Then there was a burst of laughter in the classroom, except for Slytherin.

Lupin came up with a good idea. He asked Neville to dress the Boggart, which had transformed into Snape's appearance, in his grandmother's clothes.

"Professor Lupin." Reina raised her hand as Lupin walked towards the closet with great determination and expectation.

Lupin looked at her in surprise.

"Yeah, what happened?"

"No, but I hope you won't let Neville do that, because that will only make you and others laugh at you, and it doesn't take into account what Neville and Professor Snape think." Reina said it very bluntly, without beating around the bush.

Lupin became interested in Reina again. He crossed his arms, leaned against the wardrobe, and said, "Reina is really a student who likes to give suggestions to teachers, but I want to hear why. As far as I know, Professor Snape likes to humiliate students with poor grades in front of everyone. I just let Neville vent."

"That's right, but he is our professor. Maybe he never holds back in his words, but that's also the reason why he is strict with Potions. Or are you teaching us that we can ridicule those dedicated professors at will?" There was a hint of danger in Reina's eyes. Lupin was indeed a little kinder and gentler than Black, but like Black, he did not respect Snape, or perhaps his gentleness was not given to Snape.

"Excuse me, my dear Reina. This is just a joke." Lupin still had a smile on his face, but it was a little stiff.

"I remember that Professor Snape stayed up late every month to prepare extremely difficult potions for you to relieve the pain caused by the disease. So, for the sake of respect, let's change the method so that you don't lose the respect of Slytherin students."

In class, Lena didn't want to talk too much about these things. After all, it was not easy to change a person's attitude. However, it was still possible to stop Severus from laughing at her again.

She walked up behind Neville.

"I was also severely scolded by Professor Snape. It's okay, Neville. It's not terrible. Think about your best time."

Neville thought for a moment, then he finally raised his head and nodded vigorously at Lupin.

"Okay, okay, then let's see how Neville's grades are." Lupin didn't hesitate. On the contrary, he felt a little guilty. At least he knew Snape was a good person.

He pointed his wand at the handle for a while, and after three numbers, the wardrobe opened, and a man named Snape with a very tall and hooked nose walked out. He looked at Neville in front of him with a dark face.