Professor Lupin paused, then added, "One more thing to add—the Boggart in the wardrobe doesn't have a specific shape; it doesn't know what the person outside the wardrobe fears.
Only when it sees you will it transform into your greatest fear."
The students exchanged glances, some looking nervous.
"The Magic Spell to repel a Boggart is very simple, but it requires strong willpower.
What you need to do is imagine the Boggart turning into something ridiculous and comical."
He looked around.
"Practice the Magic Spell with me—Riddikulus!"
"Riddikulus!" the students chanted in unison, their voices uneven.
"Very good, once more," Professor Lupin encouraged.
"Your voices need to be firmer."
"Riddikulus!" This time, their voices were much more synchronized.
Professor Lupin nodded with satisfaction, his gaze falling on Neville.
"Neville, you go first."
Neville looked a little bewildered, pointing at himself.
"Me?"
"That's right," Professor Lupin walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder.
"Neville, what do you fear most?"
Neville opened his mouth, many things flashing through his mind.
After Charlie's training during this period, he was no longer as timid as before.
At least when faced with Malfoy's provocation, he dared to fight back directly.
But there was one person who always remained an insurmountable obstacle in his heart.
That was Snape; his conflicts with Snape in Potion Class were usually a three-to-seven split—three minutes, and he'd be scolded seven times.
Every Potion Class was an ordeal; Snape always found a reason to deduct his points and mock his stupidity.
This made Neville both angry and afraid of Snape.
"Professor Snape," Neville whispered.
As soon as he spoke, a few snickers broke out in the classroom.
Professor Lupin, however, did not laugh; his expression remained serious.
"Very good, then let's imagine Professor Snape in a comical way."
He paused, his voice filled with encouragement.
"As comical as possible.
He could be dancing, or he could be wearing your grandmother's clothes."
"I'm sure Professor Snape wouldn't mind."
Charlie now understood why Snape had such animosity towards Professor Lupin from the start.
You, Lupin, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, if you cut him open, there's still a bit of darkness inside.
Neville was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly.
He took a deep breath and walked to the wardrobe door.
The surrounding students retreated, making space.
Charlie stood in the crowd, watching the scene with great interest.
Professor Lupin drew his wand and waved it gently.
The wardrobe door slowly opened.
A black figure emerged from the wardrobe, robes billowing, greasy black hair hanging on either side, and a prominent hooked nose.
It looked exactly like Professor Snape just now.
Snape, in the form of the Boggart, had icy eyes and walked menacingly towards Neville.
Neville's body froze for a moment.
But the next second, a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes.
In Potion Class, he was scolded by Snape until he couldn't lift his head; if it weren't for the teacher-student relationship, he might have already acted.
Now, this Boggart in front of him was exactly like Snape, and the anger in Neville's heart immediately overshadowed his fear.
Normally you scare me, and now in Defense Against the Dark Arts Class you're still scaring me, so isn't this class completely pointless?
Thus, evil rose from his heart, and anger fueled his courage.
Neville suddenly raised his leg and delivered a groin kick directly to the Boggart's crotch.
"Bang!"
The Boggart let out a scream, bent over, clutching its crotch, and fell to the ground.
Ron gasped, muttering softly, "Oh my god..."
Harry unconsciously clutched his crotch, feeling a faint phantom pain.
He warned himself in his mind never to provoke Neville.
Neville didn't stop.
He pulled out his wand, aimed it at the Boggart on the ground, and loudly chanted:
"Riddikulus!"
A white light shot from the tip of his wand.
The Boggart's body instantly transformed.
Two black bruises appeared on its face, its eye sockets swelled like walnuts, its nose was crooked, and its lips were cracked.
The Boggart lay on the ground, wailing like a child who had suffered a great injustice.
No matter how terrifying a person was, once they looked like this, they couldn't be terrifying anymore.
Professor Lupin withdrew his hand, which he had intended to use to stop him, his expression somewhat complex.
He looked at the crying Boggart on the ground, marveling at how much resentment this child held.
After Neville finished, the next student went.
Parvati saw a blood-stained mummy, Seamus saw a female ghost, Ron saw an Acromantula, Ernie saw a Vampire, and Justin saw his treasured magazines discovered by his mother.
Each student's reaction when facing the Boggart was different.
Parvati screamed in fright but still gritted her teeth and chanted the Magic Spell; the mummy was put in a ballet dress and danced a comical, limping dance on the ground.
Seamus's Magic Spell gave the female ghost a bow on her head and smeared her with cheap lipstick, making her look like an old woman with failed makeup.
Ron's hands trembled violently when facing the Acromantula, but he eventually turned the spider into a figure falling while wearing roller skates.
Ernie made the Vampire wear pink bunny ears and even gave it a pacifier.
Justin's face turned pale when facing his mother, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
When he successfully cast the Magic Spell, the magazine in his mother's hand turned into a textbook.
Justin breathed a sigh of relief, eliciting a round of good-natured laughter from those around him.
Charlie stood in the line, genuinely curious about what the Boggart would turn into when it was his turn.
To be honest, he didn't really have anything to fear right now; how many Sectumsempra Magic Spells could those monsters or magical creatures withstand from him?
When it was Charlie's turn, he stepped forward and met the gaze of Justin's mother.
The other students were all very curious about what Charlie would fear, staring intently at Justin's mother.
The next second, she began to tremble violently, her outline gradually blurring and distorting.
Rows of desks appeared out of thin air, neatly arranged in the room.
Each desk had a label in the upper right corner, covered with densely written names.
A blackboard grew out of the wall.
The light from outside the window turned stark white, shining through the glass and casting a cold tone over the entire scene.
A tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the classroom; the air itself became heavy.
Charlie's face instantly froze.
He stared at the scene before him, his mouth twitching.
Damn it, it's the college entrance exam!
Everyone's college entrance exam experience is different, but Charlie happened to experience the most terrifying mode.
So much so that even after transmigrating for so long, he occasionally still had nightmares.
In the dream, he sat in the examination room, not a single word written on the test paper, but it was almost time to hand it in.
The invigilator stared at him from the podium, and the countdown clock chimed, each second striking his heart.
That feeling of powerlessness, that despair, was even more terrifying than facing Lord Voldemort.
Ron's eyes widened.
"What is this? A classroom?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, carefully observing the desks and blackboard.
"It's a bit like a Muggle school exam, but why is the atmosphere so oppressive?"
Harry frowned, completely unable to understand.
"Why would Charlie be afraid of an exam? Is this Boggart broken?"
Charlie's temples throbbed; he took a deep breath and raised his wand.
"Riddikulus!"
This time, his chanting of the Magic Spell was exceptionally firm, even with a hint of gritted teeth.
A white light shot out.
The examination room simulated by the Boggart instantly exploded.
Desks shattered into pieces, the blackboard split in half, test papers flew through the air, then turned to ashes.
The entire scene looked as if it had been bombed by a missile, completely reduced to ruins.
Charlie instantly felt refreshed; he had wanted to blow up this wretched place for a long time.
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