At this moment, Vivi knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.
"Hello, Professor Lupin."
Professor Lupin turned around and seeing it was Vivi, he smiled and said, "Hello, Miss Grindelwald, is there something I can help you with?"
"I'm looking for Harry," Vivi said.
"Harry." Professor Lupin called out Harry's name, "Miss Grindelwald is looking for you."
As Harry reached the door, Professor Lupin suddenly said, "By the way, I remember you didn't attend the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the seventh grade, did you?"
"No, professor," Vivi said politely, "I'm sorry, I had some personal matters to attend to."
"It's okay, Professor Dumbledore already told me," Lupin said with a chuckle, "But I'm curious about what your Boggart would be. If you have some free time later, you could join us for this Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"Okay, professor." Vivi did not refuse Lupin's invitation.
As they left the room, they could still hear Professor Lupin explaining the weaknesses of a Boggart to the class.
"The spell to ward off a boggart is simple, but it requires willpower. You know, what truly frightens a boggart is laughter. All you need to do is force it to turn into something you find amusing…"
Outside the classroom, Harry stood to the side, looking obediently at Vivi.
"In a bit, come with me to Professor Dumbledore's office," Vivi said succinctly, "He sent me a message via Phoenix, and the Wizengamot meeting will be over in about twenty minutes. I think we should go and inquire about the issue with Death God you mentioned before."
"Alright," Harry nodded.
"Also, we should call Cassandra," Vivi thought for a moment and then added, "Perhaps we should also call Mr. Leme, after all, he is a legendary Alchemist who has lived for over six hundred years. Maybe he knows a way to escape Death God's hunt."
"Why do you say that?" Harry asked curiously.
"Because he is someone who transcends the boundary of life and death, which Death God cannot allow," Vivi said with certainty, "To live in the world for so many years without being hunted by Death God, I think he must have some unique method."
"Alright then." Harry nodded, "What should we do now?"
"First, let's attend the class." Vivi said with a smile, "I really want to see what your Boggart is."
Harry gave Vivi a speechless glance and turned to walk into the classroom, with Vivi following behind him.
As they entered the classroom, they saw Professor Lupin with a hand on Neville's shoulder, talking to him.
Seeing them enter, Lupin nodded at them and pointed his magic wand at the wardrobe, saying loudly, "I'll count to three, Neville... One, two, three—begin!"
A burst of sparks shot from the tip of Professor Lupin's wand, hitting the wardrobe handle, which burst open with a bang.
Out came a long-nosed, intimidating-looking Professor Snape, staring intently at Neville.
With his greasy hair swaying with his stride, it looked like sea lettuce in the waves.
"Even this Professor Snape doesn't wash his hair," Ron remarked—he couldn't believe a random Snape would refresh in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Turns out, he was right, Snape wouldn't suddenly appear behind him to deduct points, as he was currently teaching fourth-year students in the Magic Potion class.
As Neville was slowly forced back step by step by 'Snape,' he raised his magic wand but was so tongue-tied he couldn't speak a word.
It wasn't his fault; if it were anyone else, Neville would have already drawn his wand or thrown the Biting Kale—but facing Snape was like a mouse being stared at by a cat, his bloodline overwhelmed him, leaving him speechless.
Snape advanced menacingly towards him, reaching into his robe as if to draw his magic wand.
"Come on, Neville!" Ron shouted, "Don't bring shame to Gryffindor!"
Encouraged by Ron's shout, Neville seemed to find his courage.
Yes! It's just a Boggart, what's there to be afraid of!
"Riddikulus!" Neville shouted in a high voice.
A sound like a whip crack echoed, and Snape stumbled.
Suddenly, everyone noticed Snape's black robe had turned into a long, lacy green dress, with a high hat on his head topped by a moth-eaten old eagle, and he was swinging a large scarlet handbag.
No one knew what had happened, but they all knew that Professor Snape in women's clothing was quite a sight!
Silence fell over the classroom, followed by an uproar of laughter.
Students from all four houses laughed till they slapped their thighs, even the Slytherins were amused by the scene. Draco tried to hold back but joined in the laughter alongside the roaring Crabbe and Gall, who were pounding on the desks.
It was a rare sight; who would have thought that the usually stern Professor Snape would end up in women's attire?
The boggart stopped, looking around confusedly, not understanding what had happened.
"Alright, next!" Professor Lupin laughed heartily, seemingly very pleased with Neville's handiwork, "Ron, your turn!"