[HP] So you are such Anita

Draco's injury was nothing to Madam Pomfrey. After all, she had to deal with a group of people who were injured in the face by the cauldron, turned into stinky monsters by classmates, and cut off by magic spells every day. Poor bastards with broken noses and all kinds of weird accidents, Draco's little injury, even a doctor in the Muggle world can take care of it.

After all, the Hippogriff's claws are just as sharp as the Australian Cassowary. It is not like the Poison Horn that can explode the things it stabs, nor can it contaminate them like the Poisonous Leopard. Those who breathe rot and die.

Draco was really lucky, thanks to Merlin.

However, Mr. Malfoy didn't think that way. The news of Draco's injury made him so angry that he skipped over everyone and ordered Hagrid to suspend class for rectification in the name of the school board. He also planned to transfer Draco to St. Go to the hospital.

Of course, under Draco's own strong request, this proposal was not implemented in the end, and it was replaced by the thick layer of plaster on Draco's right arm.

"Laugh, Anita, I know you want to laugh." Draco walked towards the Potions classroom with a listless look.

Anita followed him and looked at the plaster cast on his arm. No matter how she looked at it, she thought it was exaggerated. She remembered that after Professor Lockhart had made Potter's bones disappear, they hadn't put such a thick plaster cast on them to hold them in place.

It is said that Draco was only scratched on his arm, is it really good to put a plaster on it, and his bones are not broken.

"Madame Pomfrey said to put my arm in a plaster cast to prevent further damage," Draco said with a very sad expression, "but I think I'm already healed, and being unable to move my arm like this is actually more uncomfortable than lying on the bed .”

"Mr. Malfoy is a little too nervous, poor Draco." Anita walked into the Potions class classroom to help Draco set up the cauldron, and went to the back of the classroom to neatly arrange the potion ingredients needed for the course on the potion on the plate.

Today they were going to make a shrinking potion. According to the steps that Professor Snape had written on the blackboard, they had to cut the daisy root first.

"Velice, cut the roots for Malfoy." Professor Snape passed by Draco's desk, glanced at the plaster cast on Draco's arm, then turned and said to Ron on Harry's desk.

Ron blushed with anger, "But Professor, Malfoy is with Auerbach, and Auerbach's arm is not injured."

Professor Snape looked at Ron coldly, Ron's voice became smaller and smaller, he reluctantly moved to Anita and Draco's table, picked up the knife and prepared to strike angrily.

"Stop, Ron," Anita said to Ron, pointing to her cut daisy roots, "if you cut them well, I'll give you mine, and I'll make sure they're all the same size and width, But if you can't cut it well, I'll go to Harry and get your root."

Ron glared at Anita angrily, and his swinging speed of the knife slowed down a lot. Although the daisy root he cut was not as good as Draco himself, it was barely usable.

Draco looked at the daisy roots that Ron had cut out with distaste, adding them to the cauldron bit by bit.

Anita gave Ron her daisy root, and then took a new daisy root and continued cutting.

"I wish you the best of luck with these materials, Malfoy." Ron taunted Draco with Anita's daisy root.

"I think it's better for you to bless yourself." Draco calmly squeezed rat bile into the cauldron with one hand.

"Orange," Snape's voice came out so abruptly that Draco almost dropped the rat gall into the cauldron in fright, "Orange, Longbottom, tell me, boy, something seeped into your thick Thick skull? Didn't you hear me say, very slowly and clearly, just a drop of rat gall? Didn't I say enough that a little water frog sap would suffice? How can you explain it, Longbottom?"

Anita didn't have to look back to know that Neville must be as red as if he had eaten red horseradish.She went on cutting her daisy roots like she hadn't heard anything.

"Sir, if you allow, can I help him change it?"

"I didn't invite you to show off yourself, Miss Granger. Longbottom, before the end of class, we're going to feed your toad a few drops of your potion. Maybe this can motivate you to make this potion well." Sne The corners of Pu's mouth curled up a little, he scooped up the potion in Neville's cauldron with a spoon, snorted coldly, and walked away.

Anita heard Neville start to help Hermione after Professor Snape left, and they fiddled with the potion behind, hoping to turn it bright green.

"Hey, Harry, did you read today's Daily Prophet, they say Sirius has been seen," Finnigan whispered to Harry.

Sirius Black?

Both Anita's and Draco's hands paused, and they strained their ears to listen to the corner.

"Where?" said Harry quickly.

"Not far from here, it was a Muggle who saw him. Of course, Muggles don't know that much. She thought he was just an ordinary prisoner, so she called the hotline, and when the Ministry of Magic arrived By the time, he had already slipped away."

Not far from here?Anita and Draco looked at each other. If Sirius was not far away, the Lestranges should be nearby too.

"It's okay, they won't do anything to us, they probably..." Draco took a quick look at Harry Potter, "However, if he stays in Hogwarts honestly, it's actually Nothing big will happen, I heard from my dad that Hogwarts has its own defense system."

"What are you talking about?" Ron found Anita and Draco whispering.

"Harry," Anita thought for a while based on Harry's great achievements in the past two years. She felt that it was very likely that Harry would sneak out of Hogwarts after hearing the news. After all, those were the enemies who murdered his parents. "We were all sad about that incident, but you know, Hogwarts is always safe, and you can't deal with three Death Eaters, so don't be impulsive and think before you take the risk."

After hearing Anita's words, Harry was obviously confused. Why did he deal with three Death Eaters? Even if they wanted to kill him, he could just hide. There was no need to confront them head-on.

Ron's eyes flickered a little, "It's really touching to say this from your mouths. You just asked me to cut daisy roots, why? Hit me with a stick first, and then give me a lump of sugar?"

Harry didn't know that.

Anita immediately realized the problem, and she bit her lip in annoyance.

"Annie, you always worry so much. Although Potter's IQ is infinitely close to that of a troll, he is not a real troll after all." Draco put the bright green liquid in the crucible into a glass bottle and plugged it , "Okay, done."

Anita glanced at Harry secretly. He was stopping Ron who was furious. He didn't seem to pay attention to what he said before. Anita quietly breathed a sigh of relief.Regardless of why Harry didn't know about it, it seemed for the moment that it was for the best that he didn't know.

"Now, you should all have finished making your potions, put your potions on the desks," Snape walked over to Neville, who was cowering next to his cauldron, "everyone get together Come here and see what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he makes a shrinking potion, his toad will shrink into a tadpole, and if he makes a mistake, his toad will be poisoned and die."

"The potion is green," Anita said to Draco in a low voice as she walked towards Neville's desk. "The Dean can't make Neville lose his toad this time."

Snape's eyes lit up, and holding the toad Raffle in his left hand, he put a small spoon into Neville's potion, and dropped a few drops into Raffle's throat.

Neville was behind, his face pale, and he squeezed his throat tightly, as if the medicine had entered his throat.

After a moment of silence, the toad Lyffe croaked softly and turned into a tadpole Lyffe writhing in Snape's hand.

Everyone applauded enthusiastically. With a gloomy face, Professor Snape took out a glass bottle from his long sleeves, and dropped a few drops of the bright orange liquid in the bottle on Raffle, and Raffle turned back into a bird again. Adult toads.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor for helping Mr. Longbottom cheat on Miss Granger," Snape's mouth curled up slightly again, "get out of class dismissed."

The lessons taught by Snape always made the Slytherins feel at ease physically and mentally, because the minus points that Gryffindor got in this class were roughly equal to the plus points that Slytherin got in class.

The Gryffindors walked towards the lunch hall with mournful faces, in stark contrast to the sunny faces of the Slytherins.

And this situation was reversed in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon. Anita bet that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor must be a Gryffindor, and also a grudge against Professor Snape. Gryffindor.

"Don't close the door, Lupine, I think I'd better not look at it," Professor Snape stood up from the armchair in the professor's lounge, and walked past Lupine, the black robe fluttering behind him, just now Walking to the door, he turned around and said, "Lupine, out of the friendship of my colleagues, I think I still have to tell you, please pay attention to Neville Longbottom. Oh, it's nothing, but I advise you not to make him do anything difficult." unless Miss Granger whispers in his ear."

Lupine smiled and turned to look at Neville, "Then I want this kid to be my assistant in the first stage, I think he will do well."

Snape's brow furrowed, he didn't say anything, he just closed the door hard.

Neville's face was red enough to fry an egg.

"Now, then, we're going to do Boggart practice," Lupine said, walking to an old wardrobe at the end of the lounge and standing still, which suddenly shook and banged against the wall.

The students in Slytherin who had a certain understanding of Boggarts began to move back silently, including Anita and Draco.

"How long is this class? Is there any hope for us to escape this test? Who would want their worst fears to be known to others, except for those heartless Gryffindors..." Anita asked Dean in a low voice. Laco, she looked at the wardrobe with resistance in her eyes.

"I'm afraid not," Draco said, looking at the wall clock in the professor's lounge, "but my dad taught me how to deal with boggarts, they can only read instant fear, so when the time comes you just think about some normal your fears are fine."

Professor Lupine was still gently introducing the Boggart, but he didn't seem to realize that there were only Gryffindors standing in the front and no Slytherins.

"The spell to repel a Boggart is simple, but it takes willpower. You know, what really scares a Boggart is laughter. You just make it into something you think is ridiculous. It's easy. It reads, funny funny!"

"Funny funny!" the Gryffindors said in unison.

"Very well, five points for Gryffindor's courage. By the way, the Slytherins from behind come to the front. You are almost leaving this lounge."

"Okay, Neville, it's up to you now," Neville tremblingly walked towards the trembling closet under Lupine's encouragement.

"Okay, Neville, first things first, what are you most afraid of in the world?"

Neville's lips moved as he spat out a few letters, but no one heard them.

"Neville, be brave and say it again."

"S, Snape...Professor" Neville raised his voice, but still stuttered.

Everyone laughed. I didn't expect this guy to be so afraid of Professor Snape. It's really poor Neville.

"Well, let's think about it, Professor Snape... um... Neville, I don't think you're afraid of your grandmother?" Professor Lupine pondered for a while.

"I, I'm afraid..." Neville was a little nervous.

"In that case, if Professor Snape wore your grandmother's clothes, would you still be afraid?"

Neville's eyes widened, he imagined for a moment, then froze in place.

"It seems we have to give Neville some time to think it over, but if Neville succeeds, this Boggart will turn his attention to you, so everyone has to think about what you are afraid of, And how to make it ridiculous. Now, Neville, are you ready?"

Neville nodded foolishly, looking completely out of his element.

Anita thinks that Neville is finished, even if he succeeds, this matter must not be hidden from Headmaster Snape, and with Headmaster Snape's usual style and his false peaceful relationship with Lupine, he will definitely pay more attention to it. Neville's.

"Funny funny!" Neville screamed.

There was a noise, and Dean Snape, who had just rushed out of the closet, tripped and began to deform as if being pulled by something.A tall hat with a stuffed old vulture appeared on his head, and he was wearing a long women's dress embroidered with lace, and he was carrying a scarlet bag in his hand.

The Gryffindors roared with laughter, and the Slytherins covered their uncontrollable laughter with their robes.

Merlin, don't let Dean Snape know that they laughed too.

Afterwards, mummies in the desert, green female ghosts, curving and sliding rattlesnakes, bloody jumping eyeballs, and big hairy spiders... also appeared in the classroom one after another.

Boggart kept switching targets, and was constantly being 'funny'. Seeing that it was almost Harry's turn, Professor Lupine suddenly shouted, "Stop".

Lupine stood in front of Harry. He looked at the silver-white sphere hanging above the wardrobe and said slowly, "Funny funny."

The silver sphere exploded into a firework. Professor Lupine tapped the closet with his magic wand, and those fireworks were sucked into the closet. With a bang, the closet door closed.

"Great!" Professor Lupine smiled and clapped his hands. "Good job, big guy. Everyone in Gryffindor will add five points, because everyone successfully defeated the Boggart, which is very good."

what?

It's not our turn at all!

The Slytherins all raised their hands in protest.

"You chose not to face the Boggart yourself. False fear is meaningless. When you encounter something of fear, you will still be unable to act because of fear and miss the opportunity," Lupine said gently to Slytherin. They said, "Homework, please read the Boggart chapter and write a review. It's due on Monday. Class is over now."

Gryffindor grimaced and walked away from the Slytherins, grinning.

The Slytherins were still standing there, looking at Professor Lupine with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, by the way, this wardrobe with Boggarts is really difficult to deal with." Professor Lupine packed up his lesson plans and walked towards the door. "Maybe it will be put here temporarily this semester."

Anita's eyebrows frowned, does this imply that they can practice by themselves?

It seems that Professor Lu Ping is eccentric, but he is surprisingly good.