Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

arrive!

Neville responded subconsciously, tried his best to push through the crowd, and stumbled to the front of the cabinet.

Professor Lupine looked at him with a smile, and said kindly:

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

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

Yes... Yes! Neville blushed and stammered.

Very good, Professor Lupine nodded, with the courage to face difficulties, you are indeed a Gryffindor!

I think you've got the point, don't you?

After hearing what Professor Lupine said, Neville blushed even more.

He nodded vigorously: I remember!

The spell is hilarious...while...while thinking about turning a boggart into...into the funniest thing I can think of!

Professor Lu Ping applauded gently: It seems that you have mastered it well! Since that's the case, I won't interfere more.

Do you have a pet with you? If so, I hope you can take it out and give it to me for temporary storage. Professor Lupine raised his voice,

The same goes for other students. If you have pets or living things with you, please give them to me for temporary storage, so as not to affect the normal progress of this class.

Neville hurriedly handed in his precious toad, Laifu, but the other students didn't hand in any pets.

Professor Lupine glanced at Ron without a trace, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, but continued with the course.

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

At the same time, Professor Lupine took a few steps back, getting himself out of the boggart's lock range.

A Professor Snape came out of the cabinet aggressively.

Wearing his iconic black robe, he stared at Neville with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

Fuck... funny funny! Neville raised his wand in a panic and read aloud.

But Professor Snape in front of him was not affected, and suddenly said:

How dare you attack the professor! Mr. Longbottom, I think your brain is really made of monster fat...

Funny funny!

Before Professor Snape finished speaking, Neville, with the encouragement of Professor Lupine, cast the spell again.

This time the spell took effect, Professor Snape was slapped into a ball by an invisible big hand, and stuffed into the cauldron under his feet.

There was still a fire under the cauldron, as if brewing a potion.

The Gryffindors roared with laughter, and many people began to regret why they didn't bring a camera to record this historic scene.

The corners of Professor Lupine's mouth were also slightly raised.

He waved his wand: Parvati, come on!

Professor Snape turned into a blood-stained mummy wrapped in bandages, and then was hit by Parvati's spell, and the bandages under the mummy's feet bound themselves instead.

Seamo!

...

Professor Lu Ping shouted to one student after another. After experiencing their own public executions, they also appreciated the public executions of others.

Hermione, it's your turn!

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

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

The girl was tall and slender, with delicate features, and long silver hair hanging down to her waist.

Hey, Miss Granger, Fleur said playfully, brushing her hair behind her ears, I have some bad news for you...

Funny funny! Hermione yelled angrily even though she knew it was fake.

Furong's neck seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't utter a single word.

And her bright silver hair fell off quickly, leaving only a bald head in the end.

Hermione nodded in satisfaction, admiring her masterpiece.

The little wizards exclaimed for a while, and then they talked a lot, who is this beautiful girl?

The Fleur that a Boggart conjures doesn't have the alluring magic of a Veela.

As for France and England, which have been old friends for so many years, the Daily Prophet never mentioned the runner-up of the championship, not even a name.

The corner of Professor Lupine's mouth twitched, this little witch is really ruthless.

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

Harry Potter!

The surrounding discussions completely disappeared, and everyone watched curiously, wanting to know what Harry was afraid of.

In the minds of most of the students, as the Lion Queen who once defeated Voldemort, now killed the Basilisk alone, and won the Order of Merlin First Class, Harry should be fearless!

If they were truly fearless, what form would a Boggart take?

In the anticipation of everyone, Harry chuckled and walked forward.

At the same time, she also suppressed her own power, allowing this seemingly extremely fragile creature to carry out limited detection of herself.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Boggart to know what he was afraid of.

Many people held their breath as Halle stood in front of the Boggart.

The bald-haired Furong didn't change back immediately, but paused in place, her figure was slightly blurred, and then transformed.

Accompanied by a rushing sound, a shadow slowly appeared on the ground.

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

It was a young man wearing a black classic robe and a soft pointed hat of the same color.

He has thick curly black hair under his hat, and the black eyes on his thin face are full of laughter and mischief, and there is a monocle made of crystal in his right eye.

And on the man's left shoulder, there is a black crow standing. The crow's eyes are exactly the same as the man's, and it also wears a monocle in its right eye.

He pinched his eyes, with a smile on his lips, and casually greeted:

Hey, hello, Backlund and the most dazzling lily above the five seas.

Long time no see, Amon greets you.

Harry sighed helplessly, there was not much fear in his eyes, after all, the thing in front of him was fake.

Although some details of Amon played by Boggart are not in place, but this is because he has blocked most of his memories, and it is impossible for Boggart to investigate too much information.

Taken as a whole, this is almost the image of the familiar bastard.

Although he really wanted to talk more with this nightmare of his own, Harry also knew that the Boggart in front of him just formed this image based on the memory in his mind.

And even if Harry lets go of the memory, Boggart can only imitate Amon's appearance and superficial habits.

but……

That face with a sarcastic smile really owes it!

I really want to tear him apart!

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)