[HP] If Dudley had a sister

In the afternoon, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The original professor Lockhart was jointly reported by many students and their parents for being flashy. In addition, when Deborah and the others were on summer vacation, a person who was tricked by Lockhart recovered his memory and complained about Lockhart’s infringement. The board of trustees decided not to hire this rumored and discredited man.

Dumbledore also took advantage of this to recommend Lupine.

Lupine is teaching Gryffindor and Slytherin students how to use Boggarts to ward off their worst fears. Harry didn't meet a dementor this time, so no one knows what Harry will see, even Harry himself. do not know either.

"Boggarts live in dark spaces," said Professor Lupine, "in closets, in the void under the bed, in the kitchen cabinet under the sink—I saw it in my grandfather's clock, and it was only yesterday. When it arrived, I asked the principal if I could use it to give practical lessons to the third graders."

"What are you afraid of?" Hermione whispered in Deborah's ear.

Deborah shook her head and said softly, "I don't know."

What she saw in the first act was a constantly changing person who said to her-I hate you, what she saw in the second act was Voldemort, and what she saw in the third act was that Voldemort was not killed by her.

Lupine quickly released the Boggart, and Neville stood in front of the Boggart, listening to Lupine's instructions step by step, turning Professor Snape, who he feared the most, into wearing his grandma's clothes and hanging a big The strange image of the red handbag - almost all the students laughed out loud, even some Slytherins.

"I'm about to suspect that Professor Lupine did it on purpose," Deborah whispered to Hermione.Hermione glared back at her and said, "Nonsense - Professor Lupine doesn't look like that, and why would he hate Professor Snape?"

Deborah shrugged.

It was soon Harry's turn for the Boggart's trial, and Deborah stood behind him, looking in the Boggart's direction curiously.

boom!

Deborah blinked her clear blue eyes, a little unaware that the Boggart would turn into Harry's worst fears.

Boggart becomes "Deborah".This change made many students laugh inside, and Draco laughed out loud without hesitation: "I didn't expect that the great savior is most afraid of his sister—"

Am I that scary?Deborah felt a little wronged in her heart, she felt that she was not scary enough to become the thing Harry feared most in his heart.

But everyone found that there was something wrong with this "Deborah"—she lay motionless on the ground, her white skin turned almost gray, and the lying girl seemed to be in the embrace of death, exuding a biting bone. the chill.

Harry was shaking.

"Harry," Deborah called softly.

Harry regained his composure and yelled, "Riddiculus!" - and the dead girl was transformed into a snow-white fluffy rabbit, Deborah's childhood rabbit whom Harry had saved from Dudley .

"Great, next one to the front," said Lupine.

Deborah trotted to the front.

boom!

Many people began to wonder what was the scariest thing about Deborah, because she often acted fearlessly. Harry, who had calmed down, was also very curious. He grew up with Deborah, but he never saw Deborah. Borah was particularly afraid of something—in Harry's view, Deborah was loved by her relatives and friends, had never experienced death, and had no special obsessions. It seemed that there was nothing to be particularly afraid of.

But the Boggart kept changing his body, caught in a strange cycle-it turned into a puff of smoke and returned to human form, and then turned into a little girl, which was Deborah's childhood appearance-"Girl" But growing up quickly, turning back into a "girl" again in the teens - all quiet, some people think that the Boggart fainted from being attacked too much.

The ever-changing Boggart slowly approached Deborah, while Lupine held his wand tightly beside him.

Deborah stood there blankly, the Boggart stopped changing, and finally turned into a tall and thin man with cat-like eyes, pupils as thin as two slits, and his skin was thinner than a skull Even paler, exuding a dilapidated sense of death.The man's slender hands gently lifted Deborah's long golden hair, and whispered in her ear like a lover's whisper:

"You will always, always repeat."

After speaking, the man who seemed to crawl out of hell turned into a little boy again—a child with black jade-like hair, exquisite appearance, but shabby clothes.He approached Deborah with a smile, and said loudly, "You will repeat yourself, and death will not escape you."

The child's voice was clear and harsh, loud enough for Deborah to understand clearly what he was saying.

"Ah...!" Deborah moaned/groaned, knelt down and hugged her head, she was poked in the center, and tears flowed from her eyes unstoppably.

"Here!" cried Professor Lupine suddenly, and stepped forward at once.

To everyone's surprise, Deborah stood up suddenly and said to the little boy, "—Riddiculus!" Her wand pointed at the boggart, making it disappear.

boom!

"Stop talking nonsense." She widened her eyes, before she could wipe away her tears.

"That Boggart..." Hermione approached Deborah, she was a little scared, "It's really uncomfortable." Ron nodded in agreement.

"He's the mysterious man." Deborah said suddenly.

When the title came out of Deborah's mouth, all four fell into an eerie silence.It was Harry who broke the silence first, saying, "Voldemort doesn't look like this." Although Harry himself had never seen Voldemort's real face.

"...It's in my imagination."

Lupine said softly: "Very good, students, this class is very good. The homework is to read the chapter about Boggarts carefully, and give me a summary... Due in on Monday, get out of class is over!"

The students left the staff room while talking happily. Deborah wanted to leave with Harry and the others, but Lupine stopped her: "Deborah...you stay here for a while."

Deborah paused, and waved to Harry and the others, signaling that they don't have to worry about themselves.

She turned to face Lupine, and she could see the professor's face.He was still dressed so badly, and his clothes were patched in several places, no wonder he would be laughed at by a kid from a rich family like Draco.

Lupine hesitated for a moment, seeming to ponder his words.

"I'm fine, Professor," said Deborah first.

"The ones you saw—"

"It's just a problem with me," Deborah said.She didn't explain that it was Voldemort, she didn't know, or she couldn't remember whether Lupine had confronted Voldemort head-on, although she felt that the possibility was very small, and Lupine, the main force of the Order of the Phoenix, was more likely to have confronted Voldemort. Lots of Death Eaters.So she felt that Lupine would not believe it, but it would be difficult for her to explain if she believed it, because Lupine was not Harry and the others.She thinks it's good to say the unbelievable things once.

Lupine gently stroked her head and said with a smile, "Don't worry, this is Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore will protect every student, and as a professor, I will also protect every student."

He didn't go on to ask Deborah what she saw.

His tone was very gentle, which made Deborah unconsciously want to rely on this elder for the first time.

Lupine's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was very interesting, and if nothing else happened, he might be responsible for all subsequent Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.Professor Snape's face is full of hatred these days, and his eyes flash viciously every time he hears Professor Lupine's name, and Deborah thinks it's probably because Lupine's actions remind Snape of When I was a student, I was abused by the Jiedao Group.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff went to Muggle Studies together, where Deborah met a lovely girl of pure wizarding origin.She is very curious about everything about Muggles, so she often comes to ask Deborah and Hermione about the Muggle world.

Neither Hermione nor Deborah liked answering those questions very much. They didn't like the life they lived before being understood so enthusiastically-they both felt that they had become monkeys in the zoo for tourists to watch.

However, Deborah has lived for four weeks, and she accepts the mentality of wizards to a higher degree than Hermione.

"So Muggles use something called a 'telephone' to communicate?" Perry asked Deborah excitedly in class.

"Yes." Deborah nodded.

"That's great——" Perry clapped his hands with a smile. "After I graduate, I must live in the Muggle world—the wizarding world doesn't have so many interesting things."

Purebred wizards like to play in the Muggle world, but Muggle-born wizards prefer to stay in the wizarding world.

"Deborah, you said you have Muggle books, can you lend me a book?" Perry asked.

Because of the girl's request, that afternoon, Deborah took the book to the basement near the house-elf's kitchen.In the dimly lit corridor, Deborah stood in front of a familiar still life picture, lost in nostalgia.

She thought of her cowardly self in the second week, the vinegar splashed all over her body when she said the wrong password in the first grade, and the Hufflepuff students who would pick up the fallen fruits when the golden autumn leaves were scattered on the aisle of the castle Sneaked into the kitchen.

She thought of the yellow and black draperies and the floppy armchairs in the Hufflepuff common room, and the blooming orchids her roommates had brought her back from hiding in her dorm.

"Deborah?"

The boy's soft call made people think of the violin played softly under the moonlight. The girl who was stopped turned her head. For a moment, she thought she was living in the second week.

Standing behind her was Cedric, who had just returned from Quidditch training, the sweat on his face hadn't dried yet, but his handsome face was not blocked.Cedric smiled and cast a relaxing lumos with his wand, waving it in front of Deborah, bringing the girl back to sanity. "Are you looking for someone? If you don't know how to get in..." he began.

"I know," Deborah said softly.

She walked forward, and her index finger lightly pressed the bottom covers of the two buckets in the middle of the pile of large buckets in front of the painting—H, e, l, g, a...

Cedric stepped forward, held Deborah's hand from behind, and started beating together. From a distance, the two seemed to be hugging each other intimately—… p, u, f, f...

When he looked at Deborah from behind, he was extremely gentle, as if he was looking at a unique treasure in the world that belonged only to him.

With a "boom", the lid slowly and automatically rotated open, and the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room appeared.

The author has something to say: You can’t almost always play Deborah X Harry just because Cedric has less appearances!

The post-ending branch that I want to write now: Harry x Deborah

cedric x deborah

A small episode of Cedric's crossing in the third week

A little extra from Tom Riddle...andsoon