Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Albert held his forehead and was speechless for a moment.

This was the type of slogan he used in the Potions Factory in Hogsmeade. Every morning when he went to work, Hilbert would organize the workers to shout slogans.

"We only come here to do three things, efficiency."

"efficiency."

"It's still tmd efficient!"

Unexpectedly, Lupine went to work every day during the summer vacation and was brainwashed by this slogan, and even used it in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In addition, in order to prevent Albert's products from being unqualified, the potion factory has special quality inspectors. Once unqualified conditions are found, the corresponding workers' wages will be deducted from the assembly line.

If substandard potions are repeatedly produced, workers will be fired.

That’s why the walls of the potion factory were written with dragon’s blood paint: “Cook the potion thousands of times to ensure quality, quantity and safety. The production operation is not standardized. Ticket to Azkaban.”

Albert was stunned and his attention returned to the classroom again. Lupine had just explained what Boggarts were and how to deal with them.

"The spell to defeat a Boggart is very simple, but requires a lot of will power. You know, what really kills a Boggart is laughter. What you need is to force it into an image that you find funny. "

"Let's practice the spell without the wands for now. Say it after me... funny!"

"Funny!" the whole class said together.

"Very well," said Professor Lupin. "Very well. But this is the easy part. You know, this spell alone isn't enough. It's up to you now, Neville."

The wardrobe shook again, but Neville was shaking even harder. Neville stepped forward tremblingly, as if stepping onto the gallows.

"Very well, Neville," said Professor Lupin, "Let me start with the most important thing: tell me, what are you most afraid of in this world?"

Neville's lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Sorry, Neville, I didn't hear you clearly," Professor Lupine said pleasantly.

Neville looked around in panic, as if begging someone to help him.Then, in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible, he said, "Professor Snape."

Almost everyone laughed, even Neville grinned sheepishly.

Albert's eyes flashed and he touched the camera in his pocket, which he borrowed from his second-year student Colin Corrivet.

This is the moment he has been waiting for...

He made a bet with George and Fred that he could collect dirty information about Professor Snape. Obviously the Weasley twins didn't believe it, so a bet was born.

If he could collect black material about Snape, the Weasley twins would make many copies of the black material and sell it to the students of Hogwarts.

Now...the opportunity has come.

"Professor Snape? Hmm - Neville, I think you live with your grandma, right?" Lupine seemed to have thought of something interesting.

"Uh, yes," Neville said awkwardly. He didn't understand what Lupine meant. His fingers seemed to have nowhere to place. His two index fingers were clasped together, and the wand was almost broken by him. "But I don't want to either. Make the boggart look like grandma."

"No, no, you misunderstood." Professor Luping said, with a smile on his face. "I wonder if you can tell us what your grandma usually wears?"

Neville seemed taken aback, but he said, "Okay...she always wore that hat. A tall hat with a stuffed vulture on it. And a long dress, usually green, sometimes And wearing a fox fur scarf.”

"And a handbag, right?" Professor Lupine reminded him.

"A big red handbag," said Neville.

"Okay," said Professor Lupin, "Neville, can you picture these clothes very clearly? Can you see them in your mind's eye?"

"Yes." Neville said uncertainly, obviously worried about what would happen next.

"Neville, when the Boggart bursts out of the closet and sees you, it will turn into Professor Snape," Lupine said, showing Neville a demonstration: "At this time, raise your wand. Then yell 'Funny!' and concentrate on your grandma's clothes. If all goes well, Snape...is the Boggart will be forced to don the vulture hat, don the green dress, and hold the That big red handbag.”

The classmates burst into laughter.The closet shook even more.

"If Neville succeeds, the Boggart will turn its attention to each of us in turn," Professor Lupine said. "I hope you will all take a moment now to consider what you fear most, and then imagine How to make it funny..."

"Three-two-one, I'm going to open the closet door."

Snape, who had a hooked nose, walked out of the closet, his black robe billowing, and he walked towards Neville step by step without any wind.

"Longbottom, your troll-like brain will never be able to brew a normal potion..." A low whisper sounded.

"Funny!" screamed Neville.

With a crisp sound, Snape took a step back, and then his clothes changed. He put on an outfit that only an old lady would wear, including a vulture hat, a green dress, and a big red handbag.

The students in the classroom burst into laughter, and the whole classroom was filled with joy.

Albert, who was in the first row, raised his camera, and a white light flashed. Everyone was stunned, and then they reacted.

"Remember to give me one, Albert."

"Give me one too!"

"Me too."

"+1!"

The students all said that at this stage, which Gryffindor could refuse to see Snape make a fool of himself?

"Next, Parvati, come on!" Lupine maintained classroom discipline and directed the next classmate to come on.

Then he stepped back and walked to Albert with a serious expression: "What a great idea, Albert. Can you give me one when the time comes? I will frame the photo and put it in my collection." .”

"Of course, no problem, as long as you are willing, Professor Lupin." Albert saw that Lupine seemed to be trying hard to restrain himself from laughing.

What Parvati was afraid of was the mummy. After reciting the incantation, the bandages under the mummy's feet spread out and entangled her own feet. After she stumbled, she never got up again and kept struggling on the ground.

The next one was Seamus Finnigan. What he saw was a black-haired female ghost floating in the air, with a big mouth on her pale face. A weird scream echoed in the classroom, and everyone covered their eyes. Close your ears.

"Funny!" Seamus cursed.

This time his spell was successful, and the Boggart was turned into a balloon. It deflated with a "chirp" and flew around the classroom before falling to the ground.

Albert noticed that Harry next to him was nervous, clenching his fists and pursed his lips.

"What's wrong, Harry, what are you most afraid of?"

"Maybe it's Voldemort, maybe... I'm not sure."

"Relax, Voldemort is just a poor guy with no nose and no hair. If your Boggart is really Voldemort..." Albert thought for a while, and then said:

"Then give him long beautiful black hair and Pinocchio's nose. I think this is a good idea."