HP Dawn Night

The much-anticipated Defense Against the Dark Arts was definitely not a good class for me.

When Neville Longbottom's boggart showed up, I already had a premonition that something was wrong.

"Slip-slip-funny funny!"

Under everyone's gaze, Professor Snape began to stagger. He was wearing a long lace skirt and a tall hat with a moth-eaten vulture on it. Wearing a big red handbag.

I'm sure if this class hadn't been for Slytherins and Gryffindors, the room would have burst into laughter.But not today, almost everyone turned their attention to me, which made me feel a lot of pressure.

"..." I don't think his Potions class will be any better than Potter's in the future.

"Oh, don't be angry, Vio." Pansy held me back worriedly, as the students lined up to deal with the Boggart.

I sighed. "I'm fine. It's kind of embarrassing, though."

"This shows how dangerous Professor Snape is in Longbottom's heart." Blaise said in a relaxed tone.

"You're not going to tell the godfather what happened today?" Draco asked me.

I spread my hands: "Of course not."

"No matter what, I think Professor Lupine is much more reliable than Quirrell and Lockhart." Pansy said with relief.

"I'm glad we can start to have real, systematic learning, and I'm kind of looking forward to the next class, to be honest."

"But look at how his robes have become, he's dressed like our old elf." Draco picked a thorn in his mouth.Pansy elbowed him hard:

"Don't say that, it's rude."

"You obviously want to give it a try." I pointed to the ever-shrinking line, "Draco, it's not a big deal to admit your preferences once in a while."

"I don't want to show everyone what I'm afraid of." Draco glanced at the legless spider rolling around in front of Weasley with disgust.

"Me too." Blaise agreed with a smile.

At this moment, Professor Lupine took a step forward and shouted, "Look here!"

Snapped!The legless spider disappeared, and a silver-white ball hung in front of Professor Lupine, who almost lazily said, "Funny funny!"

Snapped!

"Ron, come and kill it!" said Professor Lupine.

The giant hairy spider is back.Weasley rushed forward confidently: "Funny funny!" We only had time to watch the spider transform into a ball before Weasley burst into loud laughter.The Boggart exploded immediately, turning into countless strands of fine smoke, and disappeared.

"Brilliant!" cried Professor Lupine, and the whole class applauded enthusiastically - even the Slytherins. For being the first to try and succeed. Five points to Ron, who eliminated the Boggart. Five points each to Hermione and Harry."

"But I didn't do anything," said Potter, flattered.

"At the beginning of class, you and Hermione answered my questions correctly, Harry," said Professor Lupine relaxedly. "Everyone is doing well. Homework, please read the article about Boggarts." One chapter, and then summarize it in simple words. It's due next Monday, that's all."

When everyone walked out of the classroom, Pansy stayed last.

"Come on, I'm starving to death," Draco urged.

"I want to see what my Boggart will become," Pansy replied. "You go now—Professor Lupine!"

"Hello, Pansy." Professor Lupine was a little surprised. At this time, he had already packed his things into the tattered briefcase on the table.

"I want to deal with Boggarts too, but you see, there are too many people in line, so..." Pansy said nervously.

Professor Lupine said gently, "Of course, but we need a new Boggart, so it will take a while. Hopefully there are other Boggarts at Hogwarts." He glanced The cabinet in the corner: "Will you give me a moment, Pansy?"

"No problem!" Pansy nodded hurriedly.

Professor Lupine pondered for a few seconds: "I'll send you a letter after I find the new Boggart."

"Can I come with you, Professor?" Blaise said sincerely.

"Of course. You can come with Pansy, Blaise." Professor Lupine looked at me and Draco kindly, "Draco, Violet, if you want, come with your friends .”

I'm kind of curious how he knew our names without looking at the roster.

"Thank you, Professor." Pansy thanked contentedly.

"Wait a minute, Violet." Professor Lupine stopped me, and he continued after Pansy and the others left the classroom, "I hope you don't mind Neville's Boggart."

I shook my head: "I understand." - Reminiscent of Neville's painful Potions class, I don't blame him at all.

"How did you like my first class?" asked Professor Lupine.

I said honestly, "Great, Professor. This is the funnest Defense Against the Dark Arts class we've ever had, and I bet everyone enjoyed it."

There was a humorous light in Professor Lupine's eyes: "I want you to have more chances to take out your wands. I hope my goal has been achieved."

"I like practical classes very much, and most people should agree with me." I said.

"That would be wonderful." Professor Lupine closed his briefcase and looked at the clock. "It's getting late, and your friends are still waiting for you outside. Have a nice lunch!"

"See you next time, Professor."

At the long lunch table, Flint stopped Blaise, Draco, and me.

"We're going to have a short meeting in the common room tonight," he announced. "There's been a little staff change, and we've got to talk about new tactics."

"Change? Has anyone quit?" Draco asked.

"Pusey," Flint said despondently, "he injured himself badly when he was playing Quidditch during the summer vacation. His broomstick was also completely ruined. Although he is basically healed now, but to be on the safe side at least Can't play this year."

I found that Flint was not paying attention to an immediate problem.

"So who's going to replace him?" Blaise asked.

"Warrington." He looked at Blaise and me, with no particularly happy expression on his face, "the one who competed with you for the batsman position last year. The flying skills are good, but still need training..."

"But Draco's arm is hurt." I pointed this out. "Not only won't he be able to train, but he probably won't be able to play well either."

"I found a few substitutes, and they will train with us." Flint sighed and said with a frown, "But everything is hard to say. Forget it, let's talk about it when the time comes."

"So when do we actually start training?" Blaise pressed.

"We can't wait until October when we finish discussing tactics. Our team needs to adjust, which is exhausting enough." Flint left in a bad mood.

"I have a hunch," Blaise told me, "that this year's Quidditch is going to be a bad one."

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Saying that "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" is my favorite book in the HP series~