A first-year professor can be chased by the Weasley brothers with snowballs.

Second-year professors are only good at talking big and end up being mere fireworks.

At least, for now, the professor could handle Peeves, something only fifth and sixth graders could do.

This professor is awesome!

Without any annoying people to interfere, Lupin led them through the corridor and into the staff room.

The classroom had a stale feel to it, filled with discarded desks and chairs, training dummies, and some of Filch's broken cleaning tools.

Several desks were crammed into the corner.

Snape sat at one of the tables, looking coldly at the students who pushed the door open, his eyes especially scanning the faces of Harry and Lupin, trying to find some trace of their expressions.

"Professor Snape..." Lupin was surprised. "I didn't expect you to be here. Are you here to visit my first class?"

He waved his wand, ready to close the door.

Snape stood up and said, "Use your little brain to think about it. I am not in the mood to sit down and enjoy a comedy. I just happen to be here to take a break."

"Good luck, Lupin."

He walked out straight away and the little wizards made way for him.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and said with a sarcastic smile: "Lupin, you have to be careful. Since Mr. Potter entered the school, no professor has had a good ending."

"Quirrell was burned to death and is still in St. Mungo's."

"Lockhart exploded, and it took the elves a week to clean it up completely."

"Mr. Potter is very jealous."

Many young wizards became angry.

I finally found a professor who seems reliable, why is he cursing him like this?

This also hits their sore spot. Could it be that this year will be the same...

Some people are also worried.

Will this professor eventually leave Hogwarts because he can't stand Professor Snape's sharp tongue? The last person who was targeted by Snape in this way was Harry.

They don't look alike.

Lupin seemed to be accustomed to Snape's sarcasm and immediately fought back: "Thank you, but I heard that you have always wanted this position."

"After all these years, your sadomasochistic habits haven't changed?"

Snape sneered, walked away, and waved his wand, and the door slammed shut.

"Bruised?"

This long word made the little wizards' eyes sparkle.

They smelled the scent of gossip and started chattering, and from time to time someone turned around to look at Harry.

"Okay." Lupin waved at them and led them to the other end of the classroom.

At the end there were several two-meter-high cabinets. As Lupin walked over, the cabinets shook violently, making loud ping-pong noises, and something was struggling to break out of the door.

The little wizards retreated in panic.

So as to avoid any psychological trauma.

"Don't be afraid, there's only a Boggart in there." Lupin raised his hand. "Then the first question is, what is a Boggart?"

Hermione raised her hand.

"Miss Granger," Lupin called.

Hermione recited the entry: "A Boggart is a dark magical creature that feeds on fear. It will transform into the thing it fears most in its target, in order to scare the target and prey on it."

"Very good." Lupin waved his wand, "One point for Gryffindor."

"Second question, where do Boggarts usually appear?"

A young Hufflepuff wizard raised his hand and challenged Hermione.

"Mr. MacMillan."

The little Hufflepuff wizard answered smoothly: "It usually appears in dark and enclosed spaces."

"Great, one point for Hufflepuff too."

Lupin put his hand on the cabinet door: "So in the first lesson, I will teach you the most important thing about Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is to overcome your inner fear."

"A lot of times, dark magic creatures aren't scary."

"A first-year wizard can subdue a troll."

He looked at Harry.

Ron muttered, "Professor, that's Harry."

The other young wizards nodded in agreement.

"Okay, okay." Lupin shook his head helplessly, "In fact, as long as you can get an 'O' in Transfiguration and Charms this year, it will be enough to deal with the troll."

The young wizards looked at Harry with strange eyes.

Harry was only in the first grade at that time and had only been in school for a month.

Sure enough, the gap between people is greater than the gap between people and pigs?

"But why are many senior and even adult wizards not able to deal with trolls?" Lupin asked himself and answered, "It's because of fear."

"They were afraid and had concerns, so they failed."

"You don't have to be afraid, you can trust me."

"Although the Boggart is a 3X-level dangerous creature, we have a big advantage when facing it. Does anyone know what it is?"

Hermione stood on tiptoe, hands raised.

Lupin didn't look at her. He glanced at the crowd and his eyes fell on Neville, who was about to speak but didn't have the courage to raise his hand: "Mr. Longbottom?"

Neville was a little flustered when his name was called.

"I thought maybe you knew?" Lupin smiled, his tone slowing down and becoming gentle.

Neville stammered: "I...I..."

Lupin was very patient: "Come, let's talk slowly. Say what you think, bit by bit."

"There are a lot of us." Neville clenched his fists and shouted loudly, "A Boggart can only become something that a person fears. When he sees so many of us, he won't know what to become."

Lupin was the first to applaud: "Great, very wonderful speech!"

"Two points for Mr. Longbottom's excellence!"

The little badgers and little lions applauded him together.

Neville's face was red, tears were about to well up, and he was almost the same as he was in Potions class - except that his innermost emotions were completely different.

Lupin went on: "So when dealing with a Boggart, it's best to go with two people, so it will break itself down."

"I once encountered a Boggart who was trying to scare two people at once, but he turned into half a slug and was not scary at all."

Hermione had a heart attack and muttered.

Obviously, what is more terrifying than a bug is half a bug.

"The spell to deal with Boggart is very simple. Listen to me - 'Funny Funny'." Lupin went on, "No gestures, no need to pay attention to chanting, and even if necessary, you don't even need a wand."

“But it takes determination, it takes emotion, it takes a strong belief in yourself and overcoming fear.”

"Now, everyone, take a step back."

"When I call your name, go forward and face the Boggart. Don't be afraid. I'm here with you and so many other students. Nothing will happen."

The little wizards retreated obediently.

"Mr. Longbottom, first." Lupin called out his name.

Neville, who was a beat slow, immediately stopped nervously.

Lupin comforted him gently: "Don't be afraid, think of the most ridiculous thing you think."

"Wait for the Boggart to rush out, overcome your fear, stick to your beliefs, think of the most ridiculous things, and then recite the spell."

Neville nodded nervously.

Lupin asked him, "Are you ready?"

Neville nodded again.

Lupin pulled the cabinet open.

Snape walked out of the cupboard menacingly, ran towards Neville, opened his mouth, and seemed like he was about to curse fiercely in the next second.

Neville raised his wand in panic.

Lupin called him: "Come on, Neville, think of the funniest thing you think."

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and chanted the spell: "Funny funny!"

Snape paused.

But he only paused and continued walking towards Neville.

"Faith is not enough. Believe that you can overcome your fear. It's just a Boggart." Lupin raised his wand, but still encouraged him gently.

Neville shivered and raised his voice: "Funny!"

With a snap——

Suddenly a ginger, stinky-faced kitten appeared on Snape's face, and it grabbed Snape's face fiercely, bravely and skillfully, pinning him down and beating him up.

The little wizards chuckled.

Ron was stunned. Wasn't that cat... Crookshanks?

"Being beaten by a cat?" Lupin looked familiar and couldn't help but look back at Ron. "Very innovative idea. Next one, Ron Weasley."

Neville stepped back into the crowd.

Ron stepped forward.

Snape, who was struggling under the cat, paused, and with a snap, he turned into a beautiful red-haired girl with a pale face and a strange smile on her face - it was her sister Ginny.

"Slippery...funny!" Ron raised his wand, stuttering, and unable to recite the spell smoothly.

But it is very effective.

Ginny suddenly collapsed to the ground and opened her mouth. Thick black mist continued to pour out from her facial features, accompanied by a terrified scream from a shrill male voice.

Hermione's face turned pale.

"Hermione Granger!"

Lupin was a little surprised and called out the next person's name.

Hermione stepped forward.

The purified Ginny turned into a corpse with a snap - it was Harry Potter, holding the sword of Gryffindor in his hand, with a fist-sized, hideous wound on his chest, and blood gushing out continuously.

"Oh! No!"

Hermione cried out in horror, raising her wand: "Ridiculous!"

"Harry" who had fallen to the ground got up nimbly, gave Hermione a sly and gentle smile that the original owner could never have, and took out a bottle of ketchup from his robe.

Lupin was a little overwhelmed.

What's going on with the third-year wizards now...

You have to know that at that time, what they were afraid of was not spiders or ghosts, but things like their pets dying.

He hesitated and read out the next person's name.

"Seamus Finnigan."

He walked out, and "Harry" holding ketchup snapped, twisted and changed into himself, holding the wand at his own head.

With a loud bang, his entire head exploded and was surrounded by explosive smoke.

Wait for him to chant the spell.

When the smoke dissipated, the head was not damaged, but became a head full of snake-like hair.

Lupin opened his mouth and felt angry.

What's wrong with little wizards nowadays?

One after another, they were all excellent, and with the help of the Lupin Charm, they successfully turned the Boggart into something ridiculous.

Until the last person.

Lupin struggled and pronounced his name: "Harry Potter."