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☆, Forbidden Forest Journey

Night falls.

After leaving the common room, the temperature in the cellar was terribly low!I leaned against Draco.

Draco glanced at me, then grabbed my hand.

"Your hands are colder than mine!" I whispered.

"That's why I took your hand to keep me warm." He took his wand in his other hand and cast a Warming Charm on both of us.

"It's good to know!" I rubbed against him again, and then hummed.

"The professor took me to fight the basilisk this afternoon!" I smiled "hehe" and continued, "I thought Dumbledore would fight the basilisk for [-] rounds! I didn't expect that Dumbledore would kill the basilisk with a sword!" Stuck to death..."

I made a face, tongue sticking out so long, and gave Draco a dead fish eye.

"...Cynthia, did you forget your brain in the dormitory?" Draco turned his head in disgust, "Or saw the basilisk today and scared you to leave your brain there?"

"No, no, no!" I shook my head seriously, and then said, "My brain is always there! You think everyone is you!"

"..." Draco glanced at me and said nothing.

Hogwarts was a bit scary at night, and I had to talk to distract myself.

"That diary is actually a horcrux... I read in the book that the process of making a horcrux is to split one's soul and hide part of it in an object outside the body. In this way, even if the body is attacked Or if it is destroyed, it cannot die. Because there are still some souls that are not harmed in the world. Moreover, to successfully create a Horcrux, you must murder other people as a prerequisite. But... who would need this?"

"And when I left, Dumbledore told me not to forget the tragedy at Stoke Manor... How did those politicians grow their brains? Why can't they understand what they said..."

Draco squeezed my hand suddenly, his grip was strong.

"Draco, you hurt me!" I complained.

"Yes...sorry...then how did you...answer Dumbledore?"

"How else can I answer... I can't say that I have forgotten it long ago!" I looked towards the sky, "I really don't know why he mentioned that matter..."

"I guess the brain is stuck with sugar!" Draco turned on the mocking mode.

"That makes sense!" I nodded in agreement, and then added the invisibility spell.

Everything is hidden in the darkness, only the temperature on my hand tells me that there is someone who is with me beside me...

"Purple horsetail grass!" I sent Draco away and knelt down to pick it.

It was too dark, the Invisibility Charm was too powerful, and Draco was silent.

These three factors caused me to trip over his feet...

"Cynthia, where are you?" Draco canceled the invisibility spell, then frowned and looked around.

"I'm here..." Trembling took out his wand, and then canceled the invisibility spell.I raised my right hand pitifully, "Draco, my wrist hurts..."

I saw the corners of Draco's mouth twitch at a slow rate...

Then he helped me up: "Go to Madam Pomfrey."

"It's curfew now...do you want to be sent to Professor Snape?"

"..." Draco saw my expression and turned away silently...

My expression is normal, just a little... um... flattering.

"Draco..."

he ignores me...

"Little Dragon..."

still ignore me...

"sweetheart……"

"Cynthia, now look for where you fell, maybe your brain is still there."

"No, no, no! Draco, what I mean is... As the godson of Professor Snape, and I personally guide you, it should be very easy to refine the potion..."

I blinked at him.

"..."

In the end I still won!

I sat there waving my wand with my left hand while Draco stood at the table with a dark face cutting the herbs.

Um!What a harmonious painting!

"Put the purple horsetail grass into the cauldron, then add the moonshine grass powder..."

"Hey..." I exclaimed, and looked at Draco embarrassedly...

"That... Draco... I heard that as a Malfoy, you must be calm, right?" I tugged on his sleeve.

"..."

"I suddenly remembered...the potion refined by the first grade...is still in the ring..."

"Crack..."

This is the sound of a cow's leg bone breaking...

"I have deeply realized the mistakes I made... Draco, you can't scold me, right..." I looked at him innocently.

He looked back, and then said in a very gentle tone: "How can I blame you? Cynthia..."

"That's good..." I let out a long breath.

"I will come to your house during the holidays, I believe you will cook for me as a guest, right..."

"..." Why is he so obsessed with letting me cook?

But... now Draco... is really scary...

I swallowed, then nodded vigorously.

"That's good."

Draco's tone of voice is still very gentle... This voice coupled with his handsome appearance is simply a crime... a crime...

But now this situation is not suitable for nympho.

I raised my right hand, with tears in my eyes, and my voice turned at least nine times: "Draco, my hand hurts..."

"gone."

I took small steps to keep up with him, and then I didn't forget to pretend to be pitiful:

"Draco...my wrist hurts..."

"Draco...I feel like my hand is going to break..."

"Draco..."

"You want to be discovered?" Draco finally couldn't stand my magic voice, turned around and asked me.

I honestly shook my head.

"Then keep your voice down! What if you attract Filch?"

"Anyway, that's your name!" I stuck out my tongue at him.

"...you're so smart," he said, and then he cast a silencing charm on me, took my left hand and headed for the common room.

"..." It's not gentle!

Too bad I don't have the right to speak right now...

Pansy accompanied me to the medical wing the next day, and the final exam was just a few days away.

Thanks for that potion!

I successfully wrote the content of the textbook memorized on the test paper!

After the final exams comes the Academy Cup.

The winner was Gryffindor again.

Sitting on the Hogwarts Express, I was also responsible for smoothing the hair of three people who were very upset when they heard the result of the House Cup...

Tired...

Back at the Stoke Manor, I reported the experience of this school year to my ancestors as usual, and then fell on the bed...

Within a few days of his decadent life, he was interrupted by a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Sirius Black escaped prison?" I took the newspaper from Lara, and on the first page, a man with a beard and chains was saying something.

"This is the man who almost married my mother back then?" I twitched my mouth when I saw this picture.

"No, son, when he was young, he was the dream girl of every lady in high society, but later..." Grandpa Charlie said, "He didn't know your father back then, and then he was very good at Hogwarts." A friend. There was also a reason for him to help the Potters back then."

"Then he is still the indirect murderer of the demise of Stoke Manor!" I put down the newspaper nonchalantly, and then leaned on the sofa.

"No, child. That's just one of the reasons. Although the Stoke family wasn't a fan of Voldemort at the time, they didn't favor Dumbledore either. After the prophecy of the savior back then, we..."

"So I wanted to hug my thigh but I sent myself in!" I smiled sarcastically.Fortunately, the living people were almost awake back then, otherwise how would they live when they encountered such a terrible thing!

The Potions family remains neutral!Although no one said it explicitly, everyone knew that if they wanted to break this unwritten rule, they had to pay a price!It's just... the price for the Stoke family is a bit high...

"Miss, the ingredients you want are ready. Please move to the kitchen."

"Ok."

On the first day of the holiday, I told Lala to learn how to cook. At that time, Lala kept banging on the wall, saying that she was an irresponsible bad elf, and didn't stop until I explained the reason.

"Oh, Cynthia wants to learn cooking?"

"Yes, Grandma Jessica."

"I think I can give you some guidance, dear! I also learned to cook back then. You know, if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach!"

"..." These are all messed up...

The corner of my mouth twitched slightly, and then I said under the gossip eyes of a group of portraits: "I don't have a lover."

"Oh, Merlin! Cynthia, you should work harder! You will be in the third grade at the beginning of school!"

"That's right! But that kid from the Malfoy family last vacation was nice!"

"Cynthia, if you like him, we will definitely support you! Don't be shy!

"

"..."

This is a generation gap, right?Why can't I understand what they say?

"Lala, let's go!" I decided to ignore this group of ancestors with strange brain circuits!

"Oh!"

The fireplace in my house, which had not been used in many years, suddenly rang.

"What's the situation..." I took my wand and walked slowly towards the fireplace.

"Miss, it's Mr. Black."

"Sirius?" I asked, seeing Lara nodding. "What's he doing at Stoke Manor?"

The person in the fireplace came out, and I saw his face clearly.

The beard is unshaven, and the only difference from the newspaper is that he changed his clothes and his hair was a little tidier...

"Oh, Stephen! This is very bad!"

"Sir, it's very rude not to inform the host before the visit." I stood aside and plucked the hair by my ear.

Stephen was my father's name, and I knew from Lala's words that my father was a gentle and polite gentleman.But……

"You are... Stephen's daughter? Oh! You have grown up! I think I hugged you back then!"

"..."

"Where are your parents?"

"It's dead." I smiled lightly, and then sat on the single sofa, "Sir, who are you?"

"Cirius Black. Cynthia, can you tell me... how your parents died?"

"Hmm... Let me think about it..." I stroked my forehead with my hand, "It was killed by Bellatrix and a group of Death Eaters... The specific spell... seems to be Avada Kedavra! "

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I smiled brightly, in stark contrast to Sirius' expression.

He seemed very displeased with my behavior.Also, anyone who doesn't have parents can't laugh when talking about such a thing!

I lazily raised my eyes and said, "Mr. Black, may I ask why you are here?"

"Can you take me to Stephen's grave? I want to pay my respects," he said.The sadness on the face is perfectly concealed!

"I was young at the time, so I didn't know!"

"You haven't paid homage to your parents for so many years!"

"Why should I go?" I stood up and looked directly at him, "I gambled the whole family for an illusory prophecy! They broke the rules of the potion family, and they must bear the consequences! Mr. Black, as a pure-blooded you, You must be very familiar with this rule!"

"Mr. Black, please don't misunderstand Miss." Lara interrupted us, and bowed to Black.It turned to me and said, "Miss, Mr. Charlie would like you to go to the study."

"Understood. Lala, treat Mr. Black well. He is the only guest at Stoke Manor in the past few years." I smiled and lifted the hem of my skirt.

"Grandpa Charlie, what do you want from me?"

"Cynthia, you're a little too aggressive."

"Excessive?" I ran my fingers around the long silver hair hanging on my shoulders, "I don't think so."

"He is your father's friend and you should respect him."

"Respect?" I raised my eyebrows, then bowed to Grandpa Charlie, "As you wish, Grandpa Charlie."

When I got to the drawing room, Sirius was already sitting there.

"Uncle Black, I have deeply realized the mistake I made just now. May I take you to worship my parents now?"

He was a little excited and asked me, "Cynthia, have you ever seen Harry Potter?"

Almost forgot, this guy is Harry's godfather.

"Of course. As a Gryffindor, he brings out the characteristics of the house to the extreme." Out of the curfew many times.This can be seen in the Gryffindor hopper losing some gems every morning.

But Sirius didn't seem to hear my stinging words.He still had an earnest expression on his face: "Then have you...have you made friends with him?"

"I'm a Slytherin, Uncle Blake." I kindly reminded him, and then saw him put on a disgusted expression in an instant: "Oh, Slytherin! Cynthia, you are so pitiful..."

"No, I don't think so. Can we go to the back now? Lara's ready for flowers."

"Oh, of course." He stood up, straightened his hair, and followed me.

Behind the manor is a large cemetery.Here lies the direct blood of the Stoke family.

The gravel-paved path zigzags into the depths.I stopped in front of the two tombstones, then put the white bouquet in my hand in front of the tombstones, and whispered: "Merlin bless, dear parents."

I stand aside and watch Blake come forward.

He sat in front of the tombstone, talking about his previous experiences at Hogwarts.

I yawned lightly.Those old things have no temptation for me!Until Lala called me away.

I say hello to Grandpa Charlie again.

"Listen, Cynthia! Blake's in bad shape. So..."

"So you want me to refine potions?" I raised my eyebrows and sneered, "Is it because he is the godfather of the so-called savior? The Stoke family still hasn't given up on their plan to hold Harry Potter's thigh?"

This is the first time that my mood has fluctuated so much since I was sensible.For the first time a serious look appeared on Grandpa Charlie's face.

"Listen! Cynthia!" His voice was very low, "Your father can be said to have only two friends, him and James. And... Isn't it the job of every potionist to save lives and heal the wounded?"

"Grandpa Charlie, don't you think this reason is too far-fetched?"

"Cynthia..."

"Whatever your reason, I promise you! Now, Lara! Get the portrait of Grandpa Charlie out of the study!"

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, there was only silence.

I think I need to calm down now!

Rummaging in the desk, I found paper and a quill.After refining potions, I still have a way to reduce stress: doodles!

It wasn't until the kraft paper was messed up with a quill that I calmed down.

I must have been crazy to agree to Grandpa Charlie's request just now!Sure enough, impulse is the devil...

Sitting in the study, I deeply reflected on my behavior just now, and when I came out, Sirius had already left.

"That's rude..." I muttered.Then I found out that my master is even more rude... It seems...

"Lala, let's continue to the kitchen! You must teach me those desserts."

"Okay lady."

In the process of learning dim sum, I fully realized how wonderful it is to have magic!

If there is no magic, what Draco will be given on the second day is a plate of sex!

When Draco gracefully put a piece of apple pie into his mouth, his face stiffened a little, and then his Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed the apple pie.

"Cynthia, can you tell the difference between sugar and salt?"

I blinked puzzled, and took a small bite of the apple pie.

"Draco, your self-cultivation is indeed better than mine!" I drank a lot of fruit juice to dilute the salty taste in my mouth, while Draco was sipping gracefully from the cup.

"Cynthia, I don't think you need to study your Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"why?"

"After taking the food you made and feeding it to the dark wizards, they should be almost dead."

"... Then you let me learn how to cook..."

Draco lifted his chin lazily, "Just to see whether you are suitable for freeing or captive breeding in the future."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll know later." He smiled slightly, then stood up.

Draco was still the same height as me when we sat at the Slytherin table... and now it's only half a head taller than me!What are you pretending to be an adult!And touch my head!

I pulled his hands off my head and gave him a hard look.

"Don't tease you, I should go back. See you another day, Cynthia."

Then I saw him come and go like the wind...

Malfoy, really willful!

I silently went to the basement, and followed the prescription to refine the potion needed by Sirius—the restoration potion.

The refining method of this kind of potion is cumbersome, and the medicinal materials are precious.I failed five times in a row, and the lost medicinal materials made me feel a little distressed, and I had an urge to ask Professor Snape to refine them!

"Cynthia, good boy. Come on!" That's right!It was the ancestors who stopped me in such a gentle way.As for the reason, they did not say.

So, I scolded Sirius again from the bottom of my heart.

It has to be said that it is not necessary to scold people in private.Before I finished cursing in my heart, Sirius came...

After sorting the potions and putting them away, I walked out of the basement with a decent smile.

"Good day Uncle Blake."

"Cynthia...can you show me Harry?"

He looked squirmed and refreshed with a change of clothes, and his unkempt hair was neatly combed and fell flat on his shoulders.

"So... you have to be prepared, because he's not doing... well there." I told him about Harry's situation in some euphemistic way.

Well, godson's hard life success pissed him off.

"Let me change clothes."

When I came out in my dress, there was no one in the living room... just a big black dog.

What medicinal materials are on the dog?

I touched the ring on my index finger and circled the black dog.

"Woooo..."

The black dog came and bit my skirt and pulled me out.

"Lala, call me when Uncle Blake arrives, I'll go and dissect this black dog first!"

"Ah..."

I gave the black dog a binding spell, and before it worked, the black dog turned into... Sirius!

"Oh! Cynthia, this is my Animagus."

"Okay, I see." I pursed my lips.The anatomy that reached the mouth actually flew!Hate!

Sirius turned into a black dog again, and he followed me.

Hmm... almost forgot, he is still wanted by Azkaban.

The way the Knight Bus drives is forever bohemian.

I straightened my messy hair and got out of the car with Sirius.

Walking to a villa, I knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a thin woman who was Harry's aunt.

Before I could explain why I came, I heard a greasy voice yelling: "But your sister is a bad guy, she comes from the best family, and then she ran off with a good-for-nothing, and the consequence is this Potter! "

"I'm looking for Mr. Harry Potter."

I took my wand out of my sleeve and gave Sirius a calm look.

The woman seemed terrified to see me, she took a few steps back and rushed into the restaurant.

"Look, this terrible decoration!" I imitated Draco's long accent.

"Oh! What did I just hear? Someone said that a pure-blood wizard is an asshole?"

I played with the wand in my hand and looked at the fat woman.

"You said that?"

I raised an eyebrow, and aimed my wand at her.

"what!"

A beautiful fuchsia!

I smiled very brightly.In fact, I would rather use Avada Kedavra...

"Harry, someone wants to see you. Well...he's your only family!" I said, then turned to the fainted woman, waved my wand, and gave her a forgetful.Otherwise the Ministry of Magic will go to Dumbledore!

"Sorry, I'm taking him! Harry, pack your things! I think you'd love to see your godfather!"

"well done!"

A small voice sounded in my head, I looked down at Sirius, "I'm a ruthless Slytherin!"

I got on the knight bus with Harry, and he asked me excitedly, "Cynthia, where is my godfather?"

"Go back and talk about it?" I clung to the chair tightly to prevent the damn bus from throwing me out.

When I arrived at Stoke Manor, I breathed a sigh of relief.Then he pointed to the big black dog on the ground, "Harry, he is your godfather."

"what?"

Seeing Harry's dumbfounded expression, I sarcastically said, "If your mind isn't filled with straws, you should know about Animagus!"

"Okay, let's go first! I can't make sure that there are no people from the Ministry of Magic here."

"why?"

"You'll find out later!"

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When Sirius transformed back, Harry successfully froze.

"He... isn't he the most wanted criminal on TV today?"

"Look at this." I pointed Harry to the headlines of the day.

"Azkaban!"

"Harry, it's not like that. I didn't betray your parents or kill people downtown."

He looked at Harry affectionately (wrongly), and explained.

"But that's what it says in the newspaper!" Harry shouted, his eyes flushed, holding the newspaper.

Why do you feel that there is a little bit of jq in this dialogue?

"Enough, Harry, how old are you? How naive is the Daily Prophet who tells the truth besides reporting on the Ministry of Magic?" I sneered, "If you grew up in the wizarding world, would you You will know that newspapers are just a pastime."

"..." Harry moved towards me.

"..." The corners of my mouth twitched slightly, and then seeing Sirius' pleading expression, I said, "Do you think I will cover up a murderer?"

"I don't think..." Harry's voice was low.

"That's it! I'll go to the basement first, and let Lala inform me if there's anything to do."

I'm really not interested in the follow-up development!

I am still at a loss as to the recovery potion.Distressedly took out a medicinal material, and then...

"No, Miss! Master Malfoy and Mr. Black are having a quarrel!"

Oh Merlin!

I rubbed my temples and walked painfully to the living room.

"Despicable Malfoy!"

"How much will the bonus be if I notify the Ministry of Magic now?"

"Death Eaters! You-Know-Who's lackeys!"

……

"enough!"

I yelled: "Uncle Black, are you going back to Black's old house?"

"Sorry, Cynthia, I may have to trouble you tonight. I didn't clean up the room over there."

"Lala, take them to the guest room."

After the two left, I rubbed against Draco, tugged at his sleeve and acted like a baby: "Draco, why are you here?"

"What? Is Miss Cynthia going to try to harbor fugitives?"

"Draco..." I tugged at his sleeve, "My father and he are good friends, and this is also the order of my ancestors."

I shrugged, then pulled him to sit on the sofa very naturally.

"As for Harry, he's Uncle Black's godson. We just picked him up from Privet Drive today. And I gave a woman who abused wizards a forgetful! No hospital but St. Mungo's would treat it! "

"Cynthia, he is a fugitive, and he escaped from Azkaban! He is very dangerous!"

Facing Draco's serious expression, I once again felt deeply powerless...

"He was injured, a serious injury! The threat has not been raised! And I was the one who made the potion to heal him. So, I am safe!"

"Cynthia, there are no absolutes!"

Merlin!Let me go please!

I looked at Draco pitifully, "Draco, just trust me once..."

"..."

"Draco, you're the best..."

"..."

"Then what do you want..."

"Let me live in your house too!"

"..."

"Otherwise, I won't trust you to face the fugitive alone!"

"Well..." I said weakly, "Anyway, there are still many vacant rooms in Stoke Manor."

"I want to live next door to you!"

"...!"

"That way I can hear you calling for help."

"……All right"

Does Merlin dislike me today?

"In that case, I will barely forgive you!"

What do I need him to forgive...

Speechless, he glanced at Draco who raised his pointed chin.

He moves very fast.

Carrying a suitcase, then walked past Black and Harry with his chin raised, and sat next to me.

"Okay! Guests, you can do whatever you want! I'll go to the basement to make potions."

"I'll be with you." Draco stood up naturally, and took my hand.

"I...I'll go too..." Harry also stood up to join in the fun.

"Your potion grades have been approved countless times by Professor Snape, are you sure it's okay?"

I have already understood what enmity the professor had with Sirius back then, no, it should be a life and death enmity!

"So you have to learn from Cynthia!"

"Can you understand the tedious refining process?"

"I'm not you..."

……

"Enough! You all stay here! I don't want anyone to disturb my potion refining, otherwise..." I gently took out the knife, "I don't mind using it to dissect a wizard!"

It's finally quiet!

Thanks Merlin!

I let out a long sigh, and then started cutting the herbs.

My threat has had an effect, although it is superficial, it is enough for me to be relieved!

I managed to see Sirius and Harry off before school started.Dumbledore wrote me a letter saying he hoped I would take good care of Harry, and then he was crumpled up by Draco and thrown away.As for Draco, he's staying at my house until school starts!

To my left is Draco, to my right is Harry, followed by a big black dog!There is no one in this posture...

"Harry, aren't you going to find your friends in Gryffindor?" I started to push people away with a smile.

"Well..." Harry hesitated for a moment, then said firmly, "Cynthia, I can't find them! So stay with you!"

"..." The corners of my mouth twitched, and I decided not to pay any attention to him.

"Cynthia, your dress Lala should be ready!"

"That's right! It's a light blue one!" I said with a smile.

"That's good. Let's go buy books!" Draco took out the book list sent a few days ago, "It's still the same as in previous years, but Cynthia, are you sure you don't want to buy a broomstick?"

"What do I buy it for?" I don't have a good opinion of that kind of flying tool with a high degree of danger and obvious goals.

"All right!"

"Can play Quidditch."

Harry said to me.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in a sport where a lot of people grab a ball."

"You're not interested in such an interesting sport..." Harry muttered softly.

Definitely the most embarrassing trip to Diagon Alley ever!

I bid farewell to Draco and Harry: "See you on the train tomorrow, I'll go back first."

"I'll see you off." Draco stood beside me very naturally.

"No Draco, I think Uncle Malfoy and Aunt Narcissa will miss you!" I turned to Harry again, "Harry, you and Uncle Black go back to Black's old house! I'm going to stay up late tonight refining Potion, I don’t have time to entertain you.”

"..."

"..."

Finally, you can enjoy the wonderful life of being alone!

But the good times are always fast.Before enjoying enough, it's time to go to Hogwarts.

After the usual sorting, I sat between Pansy and Draco drinking pumpkin juice.

"Draco, why is that girl staring at you all the time?" Pansy looked at the girl in the middle back suspiciously.

Seats in Slytherin are divided according to the strength of the family, and it should be a small family that can do it there.

Draco glanced up lazily, then looked away.

"There are a lot of people looking at me, but I'm just the daughter of a small family."

I took a moment to take a look, blond and blue-eyed, good-looking, and there were a few boys courting her next to her.

"Draco, it seems that you have an extra love letter on Valentine's Day this year." I picked up a knife and fork, cut a small piece of Russian bread and put it in my mouth, "Say you and Pansy are prefects this year!"

"That's right! But if you are interested, Cynthia, I can give it to you."

"why?"

"The rooms of the male and female prefects are next door!"

"Then let Blaise be the male prefect!" I glanced at Blaise.

Then I saw Pansy blushing a little.

"The male and female prefects of each college, take the freshmen back to the dormitory!"

"Come on!" Blaise and I went back to the common room together.

The days at Hogwarts were ordinary, except for the extra dementors.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester was Professor Lupine, and Professor Snape's face was basically black during the first semester.Slytherin deducted two points because of Goyle's mistake.

After the weak Professor Quirrell and the arrogant Harold, Hogwarts finally ushered in a professor who can teach.

Like this class.

Professor Lupine took us to his office, where Professor Snape sat in a corner chair with a gloomy face.

The aura immediately overwhelmed all the students!Especially the Gryffindors, who were talking and laughing a second ago, all fell silent the moment they saw Professor Snape.

Professor Lupine and Professor Snape were not right.

Professor Snape told him to be careful with Naron, but Professor Lupine asked Naron to be his assistant, not only that, but also cast a provocative look at the professor!

The Slytherins, including me, glared at Professor Lupine.

Professor Snape looked up, and then the black robe rolled out of the classroom, slamming the door hard.

Although the Slytherin students are not satisfied with Professor Lupine, they will not be stupid enough to oppose the professor!

Following his words, the Slytherin and Gryffindor students walked towards the corner of the room, where there was a wardrobe with something closed in it, and it banged on the wardrobe door hard, making a "bang bang" sound.

"It's a Boggart inside, and they like dark, closed environments," he said. "The Boggart in the closet, they haven't taken any form yet, because no one is in front of it, and it doesn't know how to change." What is it like?"

"Fighting a boggart is easy, and it takes a lot of willpower! Now cast the spell with me: 'funny funny'."

"Neville comes first, remember the incantation: funny funny!"

Neville was terrified. He walked cautiously to the wardrobe and pointed his wand at it.

As Boggart bursts out of the closet, he yells, "Funny funny!"

And then...mint he becomes...professor in women's clothes...

Thanks Merlin, let the professor just go out!otherwise……

It's scary to think about!

"Very good. Next."

Gryffindor comes first.They stepped forward one by one.

Then there's Slytherin.

I am at the back.Blaise is most afraid of the sea monster. I heard from Pansy that Blaise was scratched by the sea monster when he was a child.Pansy is most afraid of dementors, and it seems that those bad things scare her.As for Draco, what he was most afraid of was a snake!

I took Draco's slightly trembling hand and smiled at him.

It's finally my time.

I took my wand and stepped forward.What is my greatest fear?Really curious!

The door of the closet opened, and a cloud of black mist floated out, and then merged into a strange symbol.

My eyes widened suddenly, my hand softened, and the wand just fell down...

"Cynthia!"

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