Traveling through Hogwarts, just wanting to have a love affair

Phoenix's brows finally relaxed. He realized that as long as Astoria was willing to communicate with him, no matter what the problem was, it would no longer be a problem.

However, the doubts deep in his heart were like a fog that could not be dispelled.

Why did the Boggart take on the appearance of Astoria?

Am I really so afraid of her subconsciously?

The thought made him confused and helpless.

Astoria stood aside, her mind like a mirror, clearly reflecting Phoenix's inner drama.

She couldn't help but chuckle, a laugh that was a mixture of pride and playfulness.

She thought:

"You always like to tease me on weekdays, but now you are most afraid of me."

It gave her a sweet sense of revenge, but also reassurance.

Phoenix will definitely cherish her more in the future and won't dare to do anything inappropriate.

At least Phoenix will never dare to cheat again in the future.

The little wizards took turns to come on stage, casting funny spells in an attempt to dispel the fear in their hearts.

Some wizards succeeded in making the Boggart look comical, while others failed due to nervousness and the spell was not as effective as expected.

If the Boggart could actually speak, it would probably protest loudly at this moment.

I want a quick end, not endless torture.

"This is simply an insult to me!"

The Boggart roared in his heart. If he could express his emotions, it would be extreme anger and helplessness.

"Either you give me a quick death or you keep torturing me like this?"

It longs to end the farce and restore its dignity as the embodiment of fear.

The wizards around were unaware of the Boggart's inner drama, they were simply focused on their own spells and performances.

Some wizards are complacent about their success, while others are depressed because of their failure.

But no matter whether they succeeded or not, this exercise against Boggart gave them a deeper understanding and experience of magic.

As Astoria's name was called, Professor Lupin's eyes were full of encouragement and trust.

He knew the young witch had great potential, despite the inner struggles and fears she might face.

Astoria took a deep breath, her steps firmly moving towards the mysterious box, her eyes revealing an unyielding determination.

Phoenix's brows furrowed slightly, his heart filled with worry.

He knew that Astoria's mother had unfortunately turned into a snake, and this family tragedy had undoubtedly left a deep mark on her heart.

Whenever the basilisk was mentioned, Astoria's reaction was always extremely intense, and she even fainted once.

Phoenix couldn't help but pray silently in her heart, hoping that she could overcome her inner fear.

The little wizards around also turned their eyes to Astoria, their eyes full of curiosity and expectation.

From time to time, they would steal a glance at Phoenix, with a mischievous gleam in their eyes.

After all, they had witnessed Astoria appear on the podium not long ago, a scene they still talked about with relish.

It was just Astoria created by Boggart.

Phoenix seemed unusually calm. He looked straight ahead with an expressionless face, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

He has decided not to be affected by these strange looks anymore.

He told himself that everyone has been young and everyone has experienced some embarrassing things.

He believed that as long as he was not embarrassed, then it would be others who were embarrassed.

Astoria stood in front of the box, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself.

She knew that this was not only an exercise to fight against Boggart, but also an opportunity to challenge herself.

She wants to prove to everyone that no matter what she faces, she can face it bravely.

Professor Lupin's voice echoed in the classroom, his expression was serious and solemn, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony.

He reminded Astoria to prepare herself, then flicked her wand.

As he chanted the spell, the box slowly opened and a mysterious power flowed in the air.

The Bogut changed rapidly in the box, and a figure gradually emerged.

However, when this figure fully appeared in front of everyone, the entire classroom fell into silence.

Professor Lupin himself couldn't help showing a hint of surprise. He glanced back and forth between Phoenix and Astoria, thinking to himself:

“Are students playing so extravagant nowadays?”

Phoenix felt confused as he looked at himself walking out of the box.

The Boggart, who looked exactly like him, was full of questions.

He couldn't help but look at Astoria, thinking to himself:

"Is it me that Astoria is most afraid of?"

Astoria seemed unusually calm, and she didn't seem surprised by the result.

Because not only did it transform into the appearance of the Phoenix, it also held the same wand as Voldemort.

The tip of the wand flickered with an ominous green light, hinting at the killing curse that was about to be cast.

This wand is not only a symbol of the Dark Lord's power, but also a harbinger of death.

The copy of Phoenix stood there, his blond hair perfectly combed, every strand revealing his strict requirements for his own image.

His eyes were cold, and his purple pupils were deep and distant.

He seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, but without any emotional fluctuations, making it impossible to guess his true thoughts.

This Bogut version of Phoenix would be surprising to anyone who could travel back from the future to this moment.

This is exactly what Phoenix might become in the future - the third generation Dark Lord.

A powerful and terrifying existence.

His appearance and temperament all reflect the fusion of darkness and power, which makes people shudder.

Phoenix's appearance and behavior always give people a sense of unfathomable depth.

His facial expression always remained calm and indifferent, as if he was a calm deep ocean.

Even in the most intense emotional fluctuations, he can maintain an almost ruthless calm, which sometimes even makes people feel a little chilly.

The occasional smile on his lips was not a symbol of warmth and happiness, but more like a mockery of the things around him.

The smile did not reach his eyes, revealing his inner alienation and disdain.

This kind of smile is elusive and even more difficult to approach.

When it comes to clothing, Phoenix prefers simple and cool black suits.

This suit has strong lines and no unnecessary decorations, just like his personality, straightforward and without any procrastination.

The tailoring of the suit fits his body perfectly, showing his unquestionable authority, as if wherever he goes is his territory.

The white scarf around his neck was the only soft element, but on him, the scarf seemed to have lost its warmth, becoming cold and pure.

Although the scarf was soft, it felt like a cold barrier on his body, isolating him from the outside world.

He doesn't let his emotions show up easily, nor does he let the warmth from the outside world touch him easily.

And this scarf was knitted by Astoria herself.

It is not just a warm item, but also Astoria's deep emotional sustenance for Phoenix.

But in this indifferent Phoenix, even such a loving gift.

She also seemed to be assimilated by his indifference and became as cold as him.

This figure, which was deeply imprinted in everyone's heart a few years later, appeared in front of everyone in advance.