Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"of course."

Anriel packed up his stuff, which he didn't bring much with him, and looked at Lupin.

"Ah, that's right. I do plan to give those third graders a practical class this afternoon."

Lupin said briskly.

"I'm going to start with the Boggart."

Anriel already knew what he needed to do to help Lupin, and sure enough, Lupin's next words were:

"Will you come with me and move that thing to the closet in the staffroom? You know it's best not to face a Boggart alone."

There is nothing wrong with this reason, of course...

It's also possible that Lupin wanted to know what the Boggart would become when faced with Anriel.

In fact, not only Lupin, Anriel himself also wants to know.

He readily agreed, and Lu Ping's face lit up with joy.

After a while, they came to a shabby little broom closet.

In the corner of the broom room, there was a large wooden box more than one meter tall, a bit like the box used to hold a refrigerator.

However, since this thing now appears in Hogwarts instead of Appliance City, I don’t know what it was used for.

Anriel looked at the box with interest:

"How about Professor, do we need to move it?"

Lupin rubbed his chin, thought for a moment and said:

"How about we move this box to the staffroom first, and then throw the Boggart into the closet?"

It can be seen that Lupin does not have any professorial airs. He is seeking Anriel's opinion in an equal and inquiring tone.

Anriel naturally had no objection.

This huge wooden box was shaking slightly as it floated into the air, as if afraid that others would not know that there was a creature trapped inside.

"Excuse me, please lend me this...thank you."

Lupin was helping Anriel clear the way in front. Most of the professors here knew him... and had taught him.

"Aha!"

A deliberately hoarse and unpleasant shout was heard.

"Lupin, a crazy, big idiot, a big, hairy idiot!"

It's Peeves.

Anriel looked at Lupin - this time there were no students around, and Lupin's face did not look so good.

Especially since it seemed that Peeves had hit the pain point he least wanted to face this time.

"Peeves, it is very rude to embarrass someone in person."

Anriel said softly.

Peeves suddenly jumped another two feet into the air and was startled - Anriel was blocked by the wooden box just now and he didn't see it.

The wooden box landed gently on the ground, and Anriel stretched out his left hand with the resurrection stone ring on it towards Peeves.

But after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.

Because Peeves is the most special one.

As a ghost, he can not only pass through walls like other ghosts and "not touch entities", but he can also carry objects and play pranks like a normal person, that is, "touch entities".

He is a special case.

In other words, if it breaks, it's gone...

Considering that Peeves was sensible and did not play any pranks in front of him, but only used verbal attacks on Lupin, Anriel decided to let him go.

He raised his wand.

"The lock tongue seals the throat."

Peeves' upper and lower lips were suddenly like being fastened by an invisible zipper, and because it was Anriel who cast the spell, the force of the zipper when it was pulled up was so strong that Peeves almost fell over in mid-air.

Peeves turned around twice, made a rude gesture to Lupin, and then walked away through the wall.

"Why, a personal vendetta?"

Anriel asked Lupin with a smile.

"That's not entirely true. When I was a prefect, I offended Peeves a lot, but this should be considered an official matter."

Lupin smiled too.

As he laughed, he stopped talking.

Anriel knew that Lupin was thinking of some old friends.

Remus Lupin's time as a prefect is inseparable from James Potter and Sirius Black.

At this time, Lupin didn't know the truth.

The fact he still knew was that one of his best friends betrayed another best friend and killed a third.

This is by no means a pleasant memory, it can even be said to be extremely torturous.

Anriel said nothing and silently lifted the wooden box up again.

After arriving at the staff room, Anriel and Professor Lupin found Professor McGonagall making tea.

There is a kind of exquisite elegance of British middle-aged and elderly women.

"Ah, good morning...good afternoon, Professor McGonagall."

Anriel looked at the sky and greeted.

"Hello, Anriel, and Remus."

Professor McGonagall put down her teacup and looked at the box hanging behind Anriel.

"What's inside?"

"Boggart," Lupin replied. "A practical lesson for the third years."

Anriel saw Professor McGonagall raise an eyebrow, but said nothing.

He thought that she might be thinking about the terrible Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher from last year.

Gilderoy Lockhart's practical classes cannot be said to be original, but they can be said to be unique and cannot be replicated.

After all, it was rare for a professor to be as useless as him - he couldn't use the only spell he was good at on his students, right?

Although it turned out that he really wanted to do that.

"Okay, Anriel... I'll count to three, two, one, and we'll let it out, how about that?"

It looked like Lupin wanted to destroy the box directly so that he could drive the Boggart into the closet when he wanted to exorcise him.

Anriel moved the box next to the wardrobe, temporarily placing him facing Lupin.

However, the box is now quite far away from Professor McGonagall, so her fear should not be taken into account in the scope of the transformation.

Anriel didn't know what Professor McGonagall's Boggart was, which involved one of a person's deepest secrets.

"Three, two, one!"

Lupin pulled out his wand, and the four sides of the wooden box flew open, and the four pieces fell to the ground.

The top piece was pushed up by the Boggart.

It is now a silver sphere, or to be more specific...

moon.

Remus Lupin's greatest fear.

Actually, Lupin had a bug.

What he feared was not the moon, but what this bright silver sphere represented.

What Lupin had always feared was himself losing control on a full-moon night.

As for... why Lupin's Boggart was not a werewolf, but the moon.

Anriel felt that maybe Lupin believed deep down that he could live a normal life and firmly believed that he was a human being.

This is not because he refuses to accept his werewolf identity. On the contrary, he is very clear about his werewolf identity.

A werewolf with a human heart.

Therefore he was afraid of the trigger that would transform him into a ferocious beast.

"Funny!"

Lupin's wand made a funny little click, and the silver ball made a funny popping sound like a deflated balloon.

It flew in front of Anriel, shrouded in a layer of gray mist and was transforming.

The gray fog dissipated.

Anriel's eyes suddenly widened.