"Very good, Neville, why don't you start by telling us what you fear most?"
Professor Lupin looked at the somewhat nervous and frightened Neville and immediately encouraged him.
Neville's mouth moved, but he didn't make a sound.
"Sorry, Neville, I didn't hear you clearly!"
Lupin still smiled and patiently persuaded him.
Neville looked around in a panic, as if asking someone to help him, but that was clearly unrealistic.
In the end, Neville could only whisper in a voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Professor Snape!"
At that moment, the young wizards throughout the classroom burst into laughter, and even Neville himself grinned a little embarrassedly, but it was actually nothing.
If you asked the young wizards throughout Hogwarts which professor they feared most, I believe the majority would say Professor Snape.
Lupin looked thoughtful, and immediately came up with a good idea.
Don't be fooled by Lupin's current honest appearance; deep down, he still quite enjoyed pranks and mischief. Otherwise, he wouldn't have hung out with James and the others, becoming one of the notorious Marauders.
He had only been worn down by repeated setbacks, which ultimately led to his current demeanor.
"Professor Snape, it's normal to be afraid of him, Neville. You live with your grandmother, right?"
Lupin began his persuasive tactics.
"Uh, yes!"
Neville was a little uneasy, and immediately added: "But I don't want the Boggart to turn into my grandmother."
Although Neville was also quite afraid of his grandmother, he didn't want his grandmother to become a ridiculous figure in front of so many people.
"No, no, no, you misunderstand. I don't want you to turn the Boggart into your grandmother!"
"I wanted to ask, can you tell everyone what kind of clothes your grandmother usually wears?"
As he spoke, Professor Lupin's face blossomed into a bright smile.
Although Neville was a little surprised as to why Lupin was asking this, he did not refuse and immediately began to recall:
"Okay... she always wears that hat, a tall hat, with a stuffed vulture on top, and a long dress... usually green... and sometimes a fox fur scarf."
Neville's memory wasn't good, and he spoke haltingly, but this was already his limit.
"And a handbag, right?"
Lupin immediately added.
They had both experienced the Voldemort war; Neville's grandmother had also joined in, wand in hand, and they were comrades in arms.
How could Lupin not know Neville's grandmother's image?
"Alright, Neville, can you clearly imagine these clothes?"
"Can you see them in your mind's eye?"
"Yes!"
Neville himself didn't seem too convinced when he said this.
"Neville, in a moment, when the Boggart rushes out of the wardrobe and sees you, it will turn into Snape."
"When that happens, you need to raise your wand and shout 'Riddikulus!' and then focus on recalling your grandmother's clothes."
"If all goes well, the Boggart, transformed into Professor Snape, will be forced to wear that vulture hat, put on the green dress, and carry that red handbag."
The young wizards below burst into laughter, truly having never seen Professor Snape like that.
827 Just thinking about Snape wearing those clothes made them feel faint all over.
"If Neville succeeds, the Boggart will turn its attention to each of us in turn."
"I hope each of you can think about what you fear most, and then how to make it ridiculous and laughable..."
The classroom fell silent instantly, everyone had something they feared.
These were things everyone was unwilling to face.
Then, Lupin began to make arrangements, asking everyone to retreat to the wall, leaving all the space to Neville.
At this moment, Neville's face was pale, and he looked very frightened, but he still rolled up the sleeves of his robe, raised his wand, and prepared himself.
Neville was not lacking in courage and responsibility.
"I'll count to three, Neville!"
Professor Lupin pointed his wand at the wardrobe door handle, ready to open the door at any moment.
"One, two, three, begin!"
Lupin's wand tip emitted a series of sparks, hitting the spherical door handle.
Under the effect of the sparks, the wardrobe door suddenly burst open, and Professor Snape, with his hooked nose, strode out aggressively, staring at Neville with his icy eyes full of malice.
Neville was so shocked at this moment that he retreated repeatedly, while Snape, transformed by the Boggart, was pressing closer step by step.
Neville wanted to shout the spell, but his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound.
"Rid... Rid... Riddikulus!"
After retreating several steps, Neville finally shouted it out.
With a crisp snap, as if a whip had been cracked, Snape began to stagger, his clothes instantly transforming into a frilly dress, wearing a tall hat with a moth-eaten vulture on it, and carrying a large red handbag.
The young wizards burst into laughter; they had truly never seen Professor Snape like this.
Chapter 164: Ethan's Crossdressing
"Perhaps we could record this scene, what do you say?"
Professor Lupin also suppressed his laughter, looking at the young wizards below as he spoke.
If Snape hadn't specifically brought up the werewolf issue, he wouldn't have done something so excessive, but now there was no reason why he couldn't retaliate, right!
The vast majority of the young wizards below couldn't laugh anymore; if anyone dared to record this, wouldn't they be hated to death by Snape later?
They still had some self-awareness and wouldn't dare to do such a thing.
"I'll do it, Colin has a camera, I'll go borrow it now, I'll be right back!"
Ron jumped up and down, but the moment he landed, he grimaced and clutched his backside.
He absolutely loathed Snape.
Snape always picked on him and Harry in class, and last year he even tried to kill him. Now that he had a chance to get revenge, he definitely had to seize it.
Not only did he have to do it, but he had to do it well, so everyone in Hogwarts would know about it.
"I'll give you a little time, be quick!"
Lupin also looked at this brave warrior with considerable appreciation.
Snape was not one to forgive and forget. Lupin could already foresee Ron and Neville being targeted by Snape later.
But it didn't matter. They were both students, so at most, he'd deduct points or make things difficult for them. As a professor, Snape couldn't do anything too excessive.
"Yes!"
After responding, Ron strode out, his mouth twitching, but that couldn't stop the joy on his face.
Colin Creevey, Muggle-born, now a second-year Gryffindor, a worshiper of Harry, the thing he loved to do most was to follow Harry and take pictures of him.
He often carried a camera, a magically modified camera that could be used within Hogwarts, and after soaking the photos in developing potion, the figures in the photos would move.
Ron had seen Colin at lunchtime and knew they didn't have class this afternoon.
Ron had run out, but the Snape transformed by the Boggart was still there.
Having been hit by the Riddikulus charm, and surrounded by laughter, Snape fell flat on his face with a thud, propping himself up on his hands, unable to get up.
The little wizards who had barely managed to hold back their laughter burst out laughing again. At first, it was just the clothes that were ridiculous, but now this action appearing on Snape was simply too incongruous.
But while laughing, everyone also looked at Neville with great admiration.
Neville hadn't realized what had happened yet. Looking at Snape's appearance, he no longer felt a trace of fear in his heart, and he immediately joined in the laughter with everyone.
In just a few minutes, Ron strode back in, carrying Colin's camera in his hand.
He had already asked Colin how to operate the camera.
Without taking Neville's center stage, Ron took pictures from various angles with the camera.
Ron was quite pleased with the admiring, encouraging, and admiring gazes of the surrounding little wizards. How long had it been since he had experienced such gazes?
On the way back, he had already decided that he would develop more of them later. Maybe he could even sell these photos for some money.
There were countless little wizards throughout Hogwarts who hated Snape. Surely, many people would be willing to buy one as a souvenir.
"Alright, next, let's continue the class!"
After Ron finished taking pictures, Lupin stepped forward and called out a little Gryffindor witch.
What followed was a chaotic scene of demons dancing. Mummies and female ghosts were commonplace.
Until Ron stepped up, the Boggart turned directly into a rat, and a rat missing a toe.
Now, the people of Gryffindor looked at him in surprise.
Wasn't that Ron's pet rat, Scabbers?
Why was Ron afraid of Scabbers?
He cherished this rat the most, especially after the start of this school year.
If he was afraid of rats, why did he keep a rat as a pet?
The Slytherins were already laughing, especially Draco and his two cronies.
Harry's eyes also revealed disbelief.
He knew whether Ron was afraid of rats or not. He was definitely not afraid.
On the contrary, Harry, who had lived in the Weasley's house for quite some time, knew that Ron was truly afraid of spiders, so what was going on now?
Ron was also stunned on the spot, not knowing why.
But seeing that the rat was about to run to his feet, Ron could only raise his wand!
"Riddikulus!"
The rat, struck by the spell, immediately swelled up, becoming a fat rat, its limbs barely visible, rolling around on the ground.
"Hermione Granger, you come up!"
Harry, who was preparing to take Ron's place, stopped directly. Was he being skipped?
Lupin didn't even look at Harry. He knew that if Harry encountered a Boggart, it would most likely turn into a Dementor. That day on the Hogwarts Express, he was in the same compartment as Harry and Ron.
If he encountered a Dementor now, Harry would inevitably faint again, and he would be the one who lost face.
Hermione stepped forward somewhat nervously. She didn't know what she was afraid of either.
The Boggart turned into a piece of parchment and floated into Hermione's hand. Many people were quite familiar with this thing.
Because every summer vacation, owls would send a copy to the little wizard's home.
Hermione's hand holding the parchment was trembling. Written on it were her grades for all subjects, all T's.
This grade was Troll, which was the lowest grade.
It meant your brain was the same size as a troll's, only as big as a booger, which was the greatest insult to a little wizard.
"Riddikulus!"
Hermione roared angrily, and then all the grades above turned into O's, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ron, how can you be most afraid of Scabbers?"
"What exactly is going on?"
Although Lupin didn't let him go up, which made Harry a little dissatisfied, Ron's matter was the most important now.
Ron had been abnormal since the beginning of this semester, and now he was afraid of Scabbers again. Could something else have happened?
"This... I..."
