[HP] Alive

Snape didn't know what kind of quarrel Harry and the others broke up after the quarrel just now. He just let Harry, who came to disturb him again, sit in a chair and read a book according to the usual practice.

Everything is as usual, everything works.

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Due to some special reasons, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was postponed for a whole week.

However, since the first class, some strange things have been happening.

"I found a Boggart," Lupine said, frowning. "It's not difficult. The first to third grades can start with it, but in fact, it's rare to see that some students fear it." Things are not as they imagined."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall also began to take this matter seriously, "This is generally impossible... you mean?"

"For example, the Gryffindor Weasley girl," Lupine recalled, "I first asked her what she was afraid of, and planned to lead her to imagine how ridiculous it was. She replied that she There's nothing wrong with being afraid of ghosts, but the Boggart turned into a black journal..."

"Diary?" McGonagall looked at Lupine suspiciously. "She is worried that others will see some of her secrets through the diary?"

Lupine shook his head, "Not sure. Then in the next class, the Boggart turned into flames in front of a little Ravenclaw girl." Lupine smiled wryly, "But that Girls are not afraid of fire at all!

"Is it a Boggart problem? Have you checked?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"At least, always with me, Moon, you know," said Lupine reluctantly, clearing his throat.

"Let's take a look again. It's the class of the second-year students in the afternoon." Professor McGonagall thoughtfully stopped asking.

"Yes, Gryffindor and Slytherin."

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In the afternoon, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Gryffindors and Slytherins came to the classroom one after another, and most of them came a lot earlier because they had already heard about the courses that the professor of this class had arranged for the first year.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were as distinct as ever, and in Slytherin Harry stood alone in the corner, just like in the beginning.

Lupine glanced at it casually, and then started today's lesson as if he didn't notice anything.

"Good afternoon," he said. "Please put all your books back in your bag. It's a practice class today, and all you need is your wand."

"Please follow me," said Professor Lupine out of the classroom.He led them down a deserted corridor and turned a corner.They met Peeves, but soon, Professor Lupine taught Peeves a lesson with a "Wadi Vasi", which was loved by all the students by the way.

Then they went into the second hallway and stopped, just outside the staff room.

"Go in, please," said Professor Lupine, opening the door and taking a step back.

The staff common room is a long string of old chairs that don't fit together, and Professor Snape is sitting in a low armchair, smiling sarcastically as the class enters up.

Professor Lupine was about to close the door behind him after he entered, when Snape said, "Don't close it, Lupine. I'd better not look at it." He stood up and walked past the class, black robed Floating behind him, he finally fixed his eyes on Harry who was standing alone in the corner for a while, then turned his head and strode away without paying much attention, and closed the door heavily.

"Now, this way," said Professor Lupine, beckoning the class to the end of the lounge.There was nothing there but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes.Professor Lupine walked to the closet and stood still. The closet suddenly shook and hit the wall with a bang.

"Don't worry," said Professor Lupine calmly, as several students jumped back in fright. "There's a boggart in there, and boggarts like dark, closed spaces," he says, "wardrobes, the void under the bed, the cupboard under the sink—I once came across an old clock that my grandparents kept Inside. This one was moved in last week, so I'm going to show it to students up to third grade."

"So, the first question we have to ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart?" Hermione held up her hand. "It's a shape-shifting thing," she said, "and it can take on whatever image it thinks will scare us the most."

"Very well," Professor Lupine nodded to Hermione, "so, the Boggart sitting in the dark in the closet has not yet appeared in any form. No one knows what a Boggart is when he is alone." looks, but when I let it out, it instantly becomes the thing that each of us fears the most."

After a brief introduction to the Boggart, Lupine instructed everyone to learn the spell "funny funny." Neville was also brought up to the front to try.

"Mr. Longbottom, please don't be nervous. Tell us what is your greatest fear?" Professor Lupine asked with a smile.

Neville's eyes widened in horror, cold sweat continued to flow from his forehead, and his face became paler, "S...Professor Snape..." he said tremblingly, looking as if he was about to fall down in a second. Down.

Lupine's face remained unchanged, "So, I remember you lived with your grandmother? I don't know, can you tell us what kind of clothes your grandmother usually wears?"

Neville seemed taken aback, but he said: "Well... always wears the same hat. It's the tall one with the stuffed old vulture on top. And a long dress... green, Usually . . . and sometimes a fox fur scarf."

"Very well, when the Boggart bursts out of the closet, it'll be Professor Snape," said Lupine. "And you're going to pick up your wand - hold it like this - and yell ' Funny funny' - and try to concentrate, thinking about your grandmother's clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced to become a hat with a stuffed vulture on his head, wearing a green Clothes, people with big red handbags."

Suddenly the classroom burst into laughter, and even the Slytherin students couldn't help their own laughter.

However, things did not develop as expected, and it was not Professor Snape who walked out of the shaking wardrobe.

A Slytherin student stood there, he looked like he was only 11 years old, he smirked like all Slytherins, playing with some kind of plant in his hand, then raised his eyes, facing Neville, showing a smug look expression.

The voice in the classroom seemed to disappear at that moment.