Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 192 Hello, long time no see, Amon says hello to you

"To!"

Neville responded subconsciously, tried hard to push through the crowd, and stumbled to the front of the cabinet.

Professor Lu Ping looked at him with a smile and said pleasantly:

"Mr. Longbottom, Professor McGonagall told me that you are a very talented child, but you are usually not very confident."

"So, can you be the first classmate to deal with Boggart?"

"But... yes!" Neville replied stammering, his face flushed.

"Very good," Professor Lupine nodded, "Having the courage to face difficulties, you are worthy of being a Gryffindor!"

"I think you should remember the main points, right?"

After hearing Professor Lupin's words, Neville's face turned even redder.

He nodded vigorously: "I remember!"

"The spell is to be funny... and at the same time... to think about turning the boggart into... into the funniest thing I think!"

Professor Lu Ping applauded softly in approval: "It seems you have a good grasp! In this case, I will not interfere more."

"Do you have a pet with you? If so, I hope you can take it out and give it to me for safekeeping temporarily." Professor Luping raised his voice,

"The same applies to other students. If you have pets or live animals with you, please be sure to leave them to me for safekeeping temporarily so as not to affect the normal progress of this class."

Neville quickly handed over his precious toad, Rifle, but the other students did not hand in any pets.

Professor Lupine glanced at Ron without any trace, feeling slightly disappointed, but still continued the class.

After Neville nodded that he could start, Professor Lupine waved his wand and the cabinet door opened.

At the same time, Professor Lupine took a few steps back to get himself out of the Boggart's locking range.

A "Professor Snape" came out of the cabinet menacingly.

Wearing his iconic black robe, he stared at Neville with a sarcastic and mean smile on his lips.

"Slippery... funny!" Neville raised his wand in a panic and read loudly.

But Professor Snape in front of him was not affected at all, and suddenly said:

"How dare you attack the professor! Mr. Longbottom, I think your brain is indeed made of troll fat..."

"Funny!"

Before Professor Snape finished speaking, Neville, with the encouragement of Professor Lupin, activated the spell again.

This time the spell took effect, and "Professor Snape" was beaten into a ball by an invisible hand and stuffed into the cauldron at his feet.

There was a fire under the crucible, as if a magic potion was being brewed.

The Gryffindors burst into laughter, and many began to regret why they didn't bring cameras to record this historic scene.

The corners of Professor Luping's mouth also turned up slightly.

He waved his wand: "Parvati, enter!"

Professor Snape turned into a bloody, bandaged mummy, and was then hit by Parvati's spell. The bandages at the mummy's feet tied him up instead.

"Seamus!"

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Professor Luping called out one classmate after another. After experiencing their own public executions, everyone also admired the public executions of others.

"Hermione, it's your turn!"

Most of the people in the classroom had already dealt with a Boggart once, and finally, Hermione was called.

Hermione stepped forward, and the skeleton with a steel pipe behind it snapped and turned into a girl.

The girl was tall, delicate in appearance, and had long, shiny silver hair hanging down to her waist.

"Hi, Miss Granger," Fleur said playfully, combing her hair behind her ears, "I have some bad news for you..."

"Funny!" Hermione yelled angrily, even though she knew it was false.

"Fu Rong"'s neck seemed to be stuck, and she could no longer spit out a word.

Her bright silver hair fell out quickly, leaving only a bald head.

Hermione nodded with satisfaction, admiring her masterpiece.

The little wizards exclaimed for a while, and then started talking about it, who is this beautiful girl?

The "Hibiscus" conjured by the Boggart does not have the charming magic power of the Veela.

As France and the UK have been old friends for so many years, the "Daily Prophet" did not mention the runner-up in the championship at all, not even a name.

The corner of Professor Luping's mouth twitched. This little witch was really cruel.

He hesitated a little and felt a little entangled in his heart, but finally he called out the last name:

"Harry Potter!"

The surrounding chatter completely disappeared, and everyone was watching curiously, wanting to know what exactly Harry was afraid of.

In the minds of most of her classmates, as the Lion Queen who once defeated Voldemort and now killed a basilisk alone, and received the first-class medal of the Order of Merlin, Harley should be fearless!

If there is truly no fear, what form will the Boggart take?

Amid everyone's expectations, Harley chuckled and stepped forward.

At the same time, she also suppressed her own power, allowing this seemingly fragile creature to conduct limited detection of herself.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Boggart to know what he is afraid of.

Many people held their breath as Harley stood in front of the boggart.

The bald-haired Furong did not immediately transform back, but paused on the spot, her figure slightly blurred, and then transformed.

Along with a rapid sound, a shadow slowly appeared on the ground.

Countless worms crawled out of it, and then condensed into a humanoid creature out of thin air.

It was a young man wearing a black classical robe and a pointed hat of the same color.

Under his hat is thick curly black hair, and the black eyes on his thin face are full of laughter and mischief, and his right eye also wears a monocle made of crystal.

On the man's left shoulder, there is a black crow standing. The crow's eyes are exactly the same as the man's, and he also wears a monocle in his right eye.

He pinched his eyes, with a smile on his lips, and said casually:

"Hey, hello, Backlund and the most dazzling lily in the five seas."

"Long time no see, Amon wants to say hello to you."

Harley sighed helplessly, without much fear in her eyes. After all, the thing in front of her was fake.

Although some details of Amon performed by the Boggart are not in place, this is because he has blocked most of his memories, and it is impossible for the Boggart to explore too much information.

Taken as a whole, this is almost the image of the familiar bastard.

Although she really wanted to talk more about this nightmare she once had, Harley also knew that the Boggart in front of her only formed this image based on the memory in her mind.

And even if Harley lets go of her memory, the Boggart can only imitate Amon's appearance and superficial habits.

but……

That face with a sarcastic smile is really worth it!

I really want to tear him apart!

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)