Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

Voldemort's curse has begun to take effect, and the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has officially entered the era of annual throwing.

Of course, now only Regis knows this.

The reason for the resignation of Professor McMillan last year is unknown.

But compared to Professor McMillan, who always talks about the dark magic in his favorite tone, Professor Prewett, who joined this year, won the love of all the academy students except Slytherin in just one week.

The Prewett family is also one of the Holy Twenty-Eight Pure-blood families, but they, like Weasleys, were excluded from the mainstream pure-blood circles because of their advocacy of being close to Muggles.

Professor Prewett is very approachable. He often jokes with his classmates in class, entertaining and entertaining. He is still very tolerant towards those students with poor grades.

So everyone has a good impression of him. After all, the base of the scumbag is there.

Defence Against the Dark Arts is a very important course for every little wizard, and it is almost the only class where most students can learn attacking spells.

It focuses on cultivating the students' actual combat level. Since entering the third grade, they have begun to come into contact with some dangerous black magic creatures.

"Today is a practical class. We will learn how to deal with Bogut. Ask, who can tell me about Bogut." Prewett said happily while dragging a dirty box on the podium. .

"Miss Umbridge, please speak."

"Cough~" Umbridge, who was named, stood up, cleared his throat, and raised his chin lightly.

"Boggart is a shape-shifting creature, and no one has seen it for what it is. It will see through your heart and become the thing you are most afraid of!"

"That's right, Gran—" Prewett quickly corrected, "Slytherin plus two points!"

Now Slytherin hated him even more.

With an embarrassed smile, Prewett continued: "Miss Umbridge is very right, Boggart feeds on fear, so it is also counted as a dark magic creature. Does anyone know how to deal with Boggart? "

His eyes wandered around Gryffindor, "Looks like our Miss Evans knows!"

"The banishing spell against Boggart is: hilarious."

"That's right! Two points for Gryffindor." Prewett said with a smile, "Is there anyone else who wants to add?"

"The more people there are, the better Boggart will be able to deal with, because that will make it not know what to do." Vivian raised her hand unwillingly.

"Thank you Miss Shafik for your addition." Professor Prewett nodded. "One point for Slytherin."

Vivian smiled at Reggie.

"Well, as Miss Evans said, the spell to defeat Boggart is—hilariously, it's a very simple spell, but also very hard. Because it takes a lot of willpower to use it, you You have to concentrate on imagining it as funny."

Even in the classroom, with many people around, it is not easy to face your inner fear and imagine it as a joke.

"Okay, don't be afraid, remember what I said - funny!" Professor Prewett showed the spell casting in slow motion.

"So, who wants to come first?"

Reggie raised her hand.

As early as in the second grade, they had borrowed a Boggart from Professor McMillan to use in the Dementor Protection Charm experiment. To be honest, he was also very curious about what he was afraid of.

"Oh! Mr. Duke!" Professor Prewett shouted excitedly, splitting Gryffindor and Slytherin into two groups, with Regis standing at the front.

"Are you ready? Mr. Duke, remember, what you see is not true, face the fear in your heart."

Reggie nodded.

"Then let's start, watch out! Three, two, one!"

"Click" Prewett untied the suitcase.

Reggie clenched the wand in his hand, and the person behind him was stretching his neck. It seemed that everyone was very curious about what Reggie feared the most.

Next.

The curiosity on everyone's faces turned into shock and even fear.

The smile on Prewett's face also froze.

It was Reggie who came out of the box!

Prepared to say that it was another Regis.

Regis was also stunned when he saw the "self" in front of him. He thought that an iron chain would appear.

It's just that the "Rigi" that Bogut has turned into is far from him. Although he has the same appearance, the man on the opposite side is wearing a black cloak, and there is a scarlet light in his pupils, and his hands outside the cloak are very bright. Pale, with a wand still in his fingertips.

What frightened others was that this "Rigi" had a very evil aura, which made them feel uneasy instinctively.

Then Boggart "Rigie" started to move, he raised his hand and pointed the wand in front of him.

"Mr. Duke!" said Professor Prewett, who was the first to react.

Regis looked at "self" pointing his wand, this scene overlapped with his last dream.

Is this the fear deep in my heart?

"Funny." He waved the wand in his hand, holding back the strangeness in his heart and chanted a spell.

The "Rigi" that Boggart turned into began to point the wand in his hand at "self" - "Cut the heart out!"

Regis: "..."

Professor Prewett: "..."

Teachers: "..."

Listening to Boggart's mournful wailing being tortured by himself, everyone couldn't help shivering.

"Cough! Merlin, I mean well done... Next one! Sirius!"

Sirius gave Reggie a complicated look, and then stepped forward.

Almost as soon as he moved forward, Boggart couldn't wait to change.

"Rigi" turned into a middle-aged woman in a black velvet dress, Walburga Black. She looked at Sirius in front of her and kept spitting out "prodigal son, family shame, waste" and "muddy" Dirty words such as kind, crazy old man".

Many people in Slytherin recognized the identity of this woman, but they still looked at Mrs. Black in disbelief just like Gryffindor.

Sirius smiled nonchalantly, and said casually, "It's funny."

"Bang" Boggart turned into a **** dog with his tongue sticking out, "Bang Wang Wang" barked at the crowd, his tail wagging into a propeller.

"Perfect! Ten points for Gryffindor!" Professor Prewett roared excitedly. "Next person!"

When Umbridge's Boggart turned into a shaved kitten, Professor Prewett breathed a sigh of relief. In his opinion, the class was finally developing in a normal direction.

"Next, James!"

James, who stepped forward in high spirits, looked at Boggart who had suddenly disappeared in front of him, and scratched the back of his head doubtfully.

"Hey! Good boy!" Professor Prewett looked at Potter with a son-like look, "Looks like you're fearless!"

Potter proudly puffed out his chest, thought of something, and showed a silly smile in Lily's direction.

"Next one! Miss Caro!"