The chattering little wizards stopped discussing.

Ron also stopped fighting with Neville.

Everyone looked at him curiously, they really wanted to know what Harry was afraid of - in their impression, Harry had always been "lawless", never afraid of professors, and could face Professor Snape calmly. He was also brave and willing to stand up when he met a dark wizard.

There was rarely any expression on his face, whether happy or angry.

Just as some little witches discussed privately, it really fits the demeanor of what they imagined the "Gryffindor Lion" to be like.

"Professor, you don't look like you want me to pass." Harry walked to the front of the crowd, still some distance away from entering the Boggart's transformation range.

"I believe you." Lupin smiled dreamily, "You shouldn't be afraid of him."

He was a little uncomfortable with the "Porter" who had a brain.

Just by looking at it, you can tell what you are worried about?

Then you shouldn't worry about it.

Everyone has something they are afraid of.

Lupin had always been worried that Harry would be most afraid of Voldemort, and it would be fun to have that man appear in the classroom. But yesterday's contact made him feel that Harry was not afraid of that man, at least not that man.

Moreover, he felt that Harry had been too successful and had not encountered any setbacks.

He was very worried that if Harry encountered some insurmountable hurdle, he would be devastated.

This is a great educational opportunity and he shouldn't miss it.

Lupin was alert, holding his wand tightly.

Harry stepped forward.

There was a series of rapid popping sounds, as if the Boggart was exploding for fun, and only sharp popping sounds came out of thin air, without anything appearing.

Lupin was a little surprised.

Occlumency?

This creature can read minds, but it cannot break through a blocked brain.

Harry realized this as well and relaxed his mind a little.

The witcher fears nothing, and he also wants to know what he fears.

Boggart reads the tip of the iceberg.

Can't wait to start transforming.

Twisted, a corner of the castle stretched out, resembling a Hogwarts tower, with some shadows of Kaer Morhen visible as if the two castles were blended together.

The bottom section of the wand protrudes.

Bone-white frost and snow coexist with pitch-black flames.

They are intertwined, lingering, violent and full of malice.

There were corpses lying all over the place under the castle. Some had long silver hair, some had red hair, some had black hair, some were tall, some were short, some were fat, and some were thin. It was hard to see their specific appearance. They were all bloody and looked hopeless.

Lupin looked on stupidly.

As expected, Voldemort did not appear.

But this scene...

It's incredible that Harry would worry about these things? He's only in his third year, isn't he worrying too much?

Hermione searched among the corpses and found a girl with brown hair, about the same height as her. She didn't know whether she should be relieved or worried.

The other little wizards widened their eyes and exclaimed in amazement.

Potter is indeed Potter.

They wanted to be specific about one thing, but he just talked about an entire castle and a group of people.

"Funny funny."

Harry deadpanned, raising his wand.

The frost and snow extinguished the flames, and the flames melted the frost and snow, and the two destroyed each other.

The corpses on the ground stood up, the men changed into women's clothes, and danced the Four Little Swans happily.

Harry smiled faintly.

The brain-blocking technique locked his mind again, and the castle twisted and began to "pop" again, trying to find a flaw in Harry's impeccable brain.

After struggling for a while.

There was an even louder "pop" sound, and the Bogut finally couldn't bear it anymore and exploded, emitting a puff of green smoke and dissipating in a whoosh.

Lupin applauded. "Excellent, but Harry, I was going to keep it as a teaching aid for the next class, and you've ruined it."

"Sorry, I didn't play with it," Harry said seriously.

Lupin waved his hand. "I'll find another one in the castle. This creature is not uncommon."

"Every little wizard has done a great job. Ten points each for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!"

The little wizards cheered.

They began to like the professor.

He teaches decisively, is humorous, and is generous with his extra credits, although not as many as Lockhart's.

"After you go back, take in the feeling of today." Lupin's face straightened, "Don't forget it."

"as well as--"

"Each of you go back and write a five-inch paper on the determination and confidence in casting spells."

"A treatise on Boggarts, detailing their existence, habits, and methods of dealing with them other than the Funny Spell. Four inches."

The little wizards immediately complained.

This class was so much fun, why did it end like this?

"You are already in your third year, but Defense Against the Dark Arts is still your first year." Lupin waved his hand, "You must work hard to catch up."

"I've seen the transcripts for the past two years, and they're a complete mess."

The little wizards wailed even louder and left the staff office in groups.

A total of nine inches of paper should be written.

Professor Lupin really gave them surprises everywhere.

"Harry, are you afraid that Hogwarts will be destroyed?" Ron asked in confusion after getting away from the crowd. "That should be Professor Dumbledore's concern."

"No, Harry is not afraid of the castle being destroyed. He is afraid of losing the present..." Hermione corrected him, getting stuck in the middle of her words and blushing slightly, "Those things that are worth cherishing."

Ron suddenly realized: "So the short red-haired guy hanging on the tree is me?"

"How could I die like that?"

Harry hesitated. "Maybe the cat took it there?"

Ron was stunned.

"I had a nightmare last night. You went to duel with a cat, not Crookshanks, and then were hung on a tree and made into dried fish," Harry explained.

Ron gritted his teeth.

"It's impossible for a person to be made into dried fish." Hermione explained seriously, helping Harry.

Harry admitted his mistake in a good manner.

"What is that black flame?" Ron gritted his teeth, changed the subject, and asked, "I don't think I've ever seen or heard of that kind of spell."

Hermione was also puzzled.

Harry answered, "That's Fiendfyre, a powerful dark magic that Tom used when I fought him in the Chamber of Secrets."

Hermione nodded, "So, Harry, you are worried about the prophecy?"

She is a clever little witch.

The heavy snow and the fierce black fire, these conflicting and contradictory images are combined together to form a sentence.

She pulled out the parchment.

Read the above line of text.

"We will be liberated when the snow falls."

Ron's pupils shrank, and he understood what Hermione meant. He stammered, "The You-Know-Who will come back in the winter? This semester, again?"

Harry shook his head but said nothing.

He recalled the scene of the Boggart's transformation just now.

The little bit of the wand exposed at the bottom was very familiar to him. It was not someone else's, but his own - cedar wood, eleven inches.

He was worried about Horcruxes.

Although it is still unknown whether the object of the prophecy is Voldemort.

He was also worried that the world he left behind would have to face the Wild Hunt—the incomparably powerful enemy in the legend. What would happen to Geralt, Vesemir, Ciri, and the others?

It was a sight of two of his greatest fears stitched together.

Hermione looked at Harry anxiously, sighed, and suddenly said, "Harry, I remember your detentions will be over before curfew?"

Harry nodded.

"Then let's discuss it and sneak out a few nights a week and find a classroom." Hermione counted on her fingers.

Ron started to tilt his head to the side.

"Ron, you have to come with me too." Hermione waved her wand, and a book pushed his face, then forced it back.

Ron was very confused and said in a strange tone: "No, why did you call me for a date?"

"I, um... well, even though we're good friends, I'm not used to watching other people date."

Bang--

The book fell and hit him hard on the head.

Hermione blushed and said fiercely: "What weird things are you thinking about again!"

"It's training!"

"Duel training!"

She turned her head and looked back at Harry, her tone becoming gentle: "Harry, what do you think? Train three or four times a week."

"I'm fine, but you..." Harry frowned, "That thing should have some effect on your body?"

"Don't worry, I know my body very well." Hermione responded energetically, "Then every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday?"

Ron nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice. He had no objection to this.

He is also very determined to become a strong man.

I had a quick lunch in the auditorium at noon.

By the way, discuss the details of evening training.

They didn't even have time for lunch break and had to rush to the next class. Hermione was busier than them because Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies were together.

Walk out of the castle and go straight to Hagrid's Hut.

The tall man was dressed up in a brand new moleskin coat, and Fang stood at his feet, grinning but wagging his tail happily at each of the little wizards.

Wait until all students arrive.

Hagrid waved his hand and said, "Great, everyone follow me. As the first lesson of the new semester, I have something great to show you. I promise that this lesson will be very exciting."

He is even more decisive than Lupin.

With the previous professor as a foundation, the little lions are full of expectations.

The Slytherins were indifferent. They didn't think much of Hagrid in the first place, a gamekeeper who hadn't even finished Hogwarts and whose species was still under investigation.

Just when a little wizard could no longer hold back and asked Hagrid if he was going to take them into the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stopped in front of a fence.

This is a small enclosure next to the forbidden forest, surrounded by a group of moon-crazy beasts.

"Everyone come here." Hagrid waved his hand. "Don't gather so tightly together. Spread out a little."

"Next, everyone open your textbooks--"

He didn't finish his words.

Malfoy sneered and said sarcastically: "How do you open it?"

"Professor, are you asking us to buy textbooks or some unknown magical creature that can bite people?"