svetikya Chapter 81 A Night Visit to Boggart
Chapter 81 A Night Visit to Boggart
Lyra stood before the cauldron, feeling the death stare from the Potions Professor.
Since you didn't escape immediately, why not take the initiative and bravely face death—or rather, ask a question?
"Professor, I have a question..." Lyra asked, enduring the immense magical pressure. "My dog hasn't been feeling well lately, and I'd like to make it a tonic, but I haven't been able to find it in the potions textbooks for each grade or in any general potion recipe book..."
"What gave you the illusion that you can bother me at will during your free time?" Professor Snape sneered, arms crossed. "Or do you think I'd like to be your personal Potions professor?"
"...I'm sorry to bother you." Now that Leila thinks about it, the feeling that she was heroically sacrificing herself a minute ago was not an illusion at all.
“Library Section C, 1712-4-1891”.
Just as Leila was slinking out of the classroom, an impatient voice came from behind her.
"Huh?" Lyra turned her head and stared blankly at Professor Snape.
"The book you're looking for is right there, you idiot!"
"Wow, thank you, Professor! You're the best person in the world—" Lyra's eyes lit up instantly, and she was about to shower Professor Snape with every compliment she knew—
"Gryffindor loses five points because of the disgusting professor!"
"Goodbye, Professor!" Lyra immediately shut up and ran away.
*
After finding the potion recipe she needed in the library, Lyra found an empty classroom and brewed the potion herself.
She felt that Knight was too thin. Even if she fed him regularly every day, he would gradually get rid of his emaciated state. However, after being a stray for so long, the big dog must have many old injuries or some hidden ailments. It couldn't be solved simply by gaining weight. He needed to be slowly recuperated, and supplementing with body-nourishing potions would be more effective.
Lyra is interested in adopting Knight, but she is also worried that the big dog is used to being free and will not want to be domesticated. So, before the feeding relationship between the big dog and herself ends, she will try her best to help the big dog get better.
With this in mind, Leila made several bottles of pet supplements and prepared a whole treatment plan.
*
The next morning, when Leila and the twins went to the auditorium for breakfast, she overheard a shocking piece of gossip at the table—
“He took us to the faculty lounge…and there was a Boggart hidden in the old wardrobe…so the Boggart who became Snape wore Neville’s grandmother’s green dress and the old eagle’s witch’s hat…” Ron laughed so hard he almost gasped as he recalled.
“And then there’s the big red handbag and the fox fur scarf—” Harry added with a smirk.
"Hahahaha—" Harry's two roommates were laughing so hard they almost fell over.
The twins, who were listening to the big scoop from the third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, laughed loudly. Lyra listened with great interest, but she glanced at her junior Neville with pity—he would obviously receive more scorn and displeasure from Professor Snape in Potions class later.
Poor kids—Lyra glanced again at Harry and Ron, who were laughing so hard their stomachs hurt while sharing the juicy gossip. Didn't those two know they'd definitely be implicated too?
It was no secret that Professor Snape disliked Harry Potter, and he had always disliked Gryffindor—Thinking of this, Lyra suddenly shuddered. She recalled that Potions class where Professor Snape was furious, and imagined it being ten times worse...
Lyra looked at the Gryffindor gem funnel with tears in her eyes, cherishing the current number of gems and memorizing it deeply—she figured she would never see so many rubies again.
However, it seems that Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is quite impressive!
So far, they haven't had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in fifth grade, and Lyra, Fred, and George are starting to look forward to it.
"...I made all the spider's legs disappear," Ron said proudly.
“Harry, what’s your Boggart?” Ginny asked curiously as she sat down next to him.
“I… uh, it wasn’t my turn,” Harry replied, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"And Hermione?" Lyra interjected with interest.
Hermione: "It wasn't my turn either."
“What are you afraid of?” Ron said with a grin. “Is it just homework that’s too easy?”
Those around him laughed good-naturedly when they heard this.
Lyra found it increasingly interesting. It was a pity they weren't in third grade; otherwise, they could have experienced being a Boggart. Wait—
"Ron, you just said that Boggart is locked in the old closet in the faculty lounge, right?" Lyra turned and quietly asked Ron.
"Yes, after class, Professor Lupin put the Boggart back in the closet. I guess he'll continue to use it in other classes."
Leila bit her lower lip and tapped her fingers twice on the table.
Fred, who was picking up fried fish, saw this and nudged George next to him while eating, gesturing for him to look at Lyra.
"I have a feeling that the young lady might have another brilliant idea—"
"But don't even think about shaking us off—"
"Alright, I wasn't planning on keeping it from you two anyway." Leila calmly took a sip of milk, having made up her mind.
*
The night was dark and windy, perfect for causing trouble at Hogwarts.
Three dark figures slipped lightly into the faculty lounge.
Leila carefully closed the door before lighting the candles in the room.
“Professor Flitwick is on patrol tonight. He usually comes to the faculty lounge last,” George said, glancing at the Marauder’s Map.
"So we have about forty minutes left," Fred said. "If we hurry, we can still grab some late-night snacks from the kitchen."
"Who wants to go first?" Lyra asked, drawing her wand with eager anticipation.
Fred and Fred exchanged a glance, then simultaneously drew their wands and stepped back, standing on either side of Lyra, but not so close that Boggart was confused as to who to scare.
"Of course, we'll protect Miss Lyra first!" the two said with a grin, but their hands holding the wands were very steady, ready to step forward and protect her whenever Lyra needed them.
Lyra first recited the spell "funny funny" on the spot, made some hand gestures to get a feel for it, and then walked forward with an excited look on her face.
What could she possibly be afraid of? The basilisk she'd encountered before? A fire-breathing dragon? A gigantic, disgusting-looking toad?
The wardrobe door creaked open—
A beautiful girl with black hair and gray eyes walked out from inside.
“Merlin, another Lyra!” the twins exclaimed.
However, the people in this room would not confuse the two Lailas.
Because Lyra, who emerged from the old wardrobe, had a huge wooden control handle above her head, with countless long, transparent lines connected to her joints—clearly, this Lyra White was a puppet.
Lyra, who was holding a wand on the other side, was also surprised by this outcome. She was stunned for a few seconds, then swung her wand forcefully: "Hilarious! Hilarious!"
Snapped!
The huge wooden handle on the puppet's head caught fire, and soon the puppet was freed.
Upon seeing this, Fred quickly stepped forward.
Snapped!
A red-haired, freckled man in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, appeared before me.
“Oh, the adult version of Fred—” Lyra found it amazing. Were all the Boggarts different versions of themselves?
“Hey, I think this is Percy’s version of Fred—” George laughed.
“Hilarious! Hilarious!” Fred shouted, casting a spell.
Snapped!
The suit and tie were replaced by a brightly colored shirt and jeans, and the briefcase was torn open, with the documents inside scattered on the floor like petals from a fairy's shower.
George stepped forward to take the baton.
Snapped!
Another red-haired, freckled man appeared, but he was holding a mirror and kept looking at himself.
“Brother, I think you’re probably afraid of getting a boil on your face—” Fred said to his twin brother with a wicked grin.
"Hilarious! Hilarious!"
Boggart exploded this time, turning into a wisp of smoke and disappearing back into the old wardrobe.
“I think it’s probably because I’ll be so popular in the future that I’ll have to figure out where I should be made to look uglier,” George said lazily.