Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 183: Under the Shadow of Death (12000 words)
At this critical moment, Harry stood between the two of them.

"Okay, stop fighting."

Harry had a hard time not sweating as he said this.

Of course, it's easy to say this, but it's really not a pleasant feeling to be sandwiched between two older sisters.

"That's it, the duel is a draw, how about that?" Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead, "If this continues, the Room of Requirement will be destroyed!"

After hearing what Harry said, Vivi put away her wand.

Seeing Vivi put away her wand, Cassandra also tucked her wand into the lining of her robe. At the same time, the dark cloud around her body gradually dissipated.

The flames around Weiwei's body made a fluttering sound, just like turning off a gas stove, and then slowly went out.

"I admit, Grindelwald." Cassandra raised her chin proudly, "You are indeed a qualified opponent."

"Thank you." Vivi was not angry, but smiled gracefully.

The members of the Dueling Hut surrounding them clapped wildly. Hermione clapped and cheered for Vivi's wonderful performance - but Draco was different. He even created his own posture of raising his hands and jumping up and down to cheer for his great aunt.

Who taught this guy?

Ron turned his head away, muttering something flattering, and wondered if Draco had learned this cheering gesture from Lucius.

Harry also applauded their outstanding strength. After they both walked away, he asked again, "Is there anyone willing to come up and duel?"

"Weasley!" Draco immediately stepped forward and ruthlessly broke up the dueling team of Hermione and Ron: "Stand out! I want to duel with you!"

"Just you?" Ron looked Draco up and down. "Come on, it's not like we haven't duelled before. When did you win?"

Draco laughed disdainfully.

In the past, he would definitely not come here to cause trouble. After all, knowing when to act has always been a fine tradition of the Malfoy family.

But this time was different. During the holiday, Draco received special education from Sebastian, and he felt that he was able to do it again.

After all, he was one of the legendary wizards from a hundred years ago, and Draco really learned a lot of new things.

However, he didn't know that although he had a special teacher, Ron was also a top teacher who could provide one-on-one tutoring.

As Gellert Grindelwald's buddy, Ron did not forget to communicate with his buddy during the holidays.

Gellert seemed to like this simple-minded young man very much. He did not hide anything when giving him advice. He taught him whatever he wanted to learn.

In this regard, he is much more flexible than Dumbledore. After all, Dumbledore would not teach people powerful black magic.

Of course, Ron would not take the initiative to ask to learn the dark arts.

The two men stood on the duel stage, and this time, the nosy Simo stepped out to act as the referee.

"You two listen to me count down." Seamus raised his hand and said loudly: "Three, two, one..."

The moment Seamus finished speaking, Ron and Draco simultaneously cast a curse at each other's face.

"Rectumsempra (grin hula)!"

"Densaugeo!"

The spells connected in the air and disappeared into the air.

"Can you two grow up a little!" Seamus shouted, "Can you please stop using first-year spells? Use third-year spells!"

As if in response to Seamus' words, Draco and Ron chanted the Disarming Spell in unison.

The two of them were on the stage, casting spells back and forth, making it very lively.

"Good job! Ron!" Seamus and Neville shouted together, "Come on! Knock Malfoy off the duel stage!"

Hearing what the two said, Cassandra's little ears couldn't help but move.

The people on the stage were still dueling. After Ron used flaming fire to force Draco to move away, he suddenly shook his wrist, and Draco's wand flew into his hand.

"I win, Malfoy." Ron threw the wand back to Draco with a smile and skipped back to Hermione.

"Oh my god, Ron." Hermione was a little surprised: "How did you become so good? I remember you went to Egypt during the summer vacation. Didn't you forget to practice spells during the trip?"

"Of course." Ron puffed out his chest proudly, enjoying the praise from Hermione.

It turns out that not everyone practiced dueling over the holidays, but some did use a little unusual tactics.

For example, Neville, during the duel with Seamus, threw out a small biting cabbage, and the cabbage bit Seamus on the shoulder.

Seamus was caught off guard and screamed in pain after being bitten. Fortunately, Neville brought some white moss with him, which could heal Seamus' wound.

"I think you're going to kill me." Seamus said to Neville angrily.

"Harry said that magical plants can also help us in duels," Neville said confidently.

Harry actually said this, and actually applied it - everyone knows that he attacked the professor with a biting kale at Christmas in his first year.

Of course, Quirrell had no objection, otherwise he would have come out to protest by now.

With two newcomers joining the Dueling Hut, the atmosphere became more lively than usual - even though Miss Malfoy looked like she didn't want anyone to come in, Miss Grindelwald, who was as warm as a spring breeze to everyone, made up for it.

The first Dueling Hut party of this school year ended successfully with laughter and joy. Neville and Ron, who performed well, even received a box of Chocolate Frogs sponsored exclusively by Harry.

Yes, a box of fifty chocolate frogs.

"Now I should be able to get Agrippa." Ron said happily.

As they were leaving the Room of Requirement, screams were heard from downstairs.

"What's going on?" Draco asked in horror.

Screaming like that in the middle of the night is a bit...creepy.

Hermione's face also looked a little bad, but after listening to it twice, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It should be Peeves - Oh my God, is this guy playing a prank again?"

"Is there such a prank?" Seamus asked suspiciously. "It sounds like Peeves is in great pain. What's wrong with him?"

"Let's go down and take a look." Cedric suggested: "Also, to welcome our two new members..."

At this point, Cedric winked at Harry oddly. He had already seen the...stable relationship between the two girls and Harry.

Yes, the triangular relationship is the most stable.

"Let's go to the kitchen and get something to eat," he added.

No one rejected Cedric's suggestion. After all, dueling was a physical activity, and they were still at the age of growing up and were most likely to get hungry.

When they reached the fourth floor, they saw a scene that they would never forget.

A young man in Slytherin robes was riding Peeves on his back and punching him in the face with his fist.

Peeves struggled helplessly, crying out in pain.

The portraits around were pointing and talking about the Western scene in front of them. Most of them were gloating. After all, Peeves' popularity with people... and ghosts was really not that good.

"Oh my god..." Hermione covered her mouth and made a shocked sound.

"Oh my God..." Cedric and Megan from Hufflepuff covered their mouths and sighed in gloating.

"Oh my goodness!" Seamus and Ron said in a noisy voice.

Peeves struggled and screamed, and anyone who heard about it would feel happy about it, and anyone who saw it would want to cheer him on.

"Saru! Can you please let me go!"

Sebastian didn't answer at all, but just punched Peeves.

"It seems that Slytherin's ghosts are very good at restraining Peeves." Draco commented proudly: "Before Mr. Saru came to Hogwarts, Slytherin's Bloody Baron was the nemesis of Peeves - and after Mr. Saru came, both of them were the nemesis of Peeves..."

"Okay, stop watching the fun," Harry said to them, "Let's continue walking downstairs, lest Peeves report us to the professors in revenge."

They walked all the way to the Hufflepuff common room. As soon as they arrived here, Cassandra covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh, I just remembered that someone wanted to enter the Hufflepuff common room, but ended up being splashed with a bucket of vinegar." Cassandra was still glancing at Vivi while speaking, "I still remember those days, the dormitory was full of vinegar, my God..."

Vivi turned her head away and didn't look at Cassandra who was still laughing and shaking.

"Okay, let's go to the kitchen first."

Harry said, walking to the kitchen door and scratching at the pear on the portrait.

The pear smiled coquettishly - yes, it was rare to see a pear smile so coquettishly.

As she laughed, the pear turned into a door handle.

"It looks really ticklish." Ron said with a smile as if he had discovered a new world.

The Hogwarts kitchen is located directly below the Great Hall, and there are four tables in the kitchen, which seem to be the same length as the tables of the four colleges above the Great Hall, and their positions correspond to each other.

The house-elves wearing bed sheets still did not rest at this time. They were busy moving around in the kitchen, apparently pickling sausages or doing something else.

On the right side inside, a group of house-elves were cutting up the meat, chopping it into fine minced meat, stuffing it into sausage casings and steaming it in a pot.

Some elves were hanging sausages on the vents nearby.

They can even see the storage area for various tea sets and tea cups in the kitchen. As we all know, the British are addicted to tea, and the various tea sets here are obviously prepared for everyone to drink afternoon tea.

but……

In some corners, the hygiene quality of Hogwarts' kitchen was indeed worrying, and Harry could even see a mouse eating on the piled food.

"Banban!"

Ron shouted and ran over, but the rat quickly ran away.

"Oh my god, it ignores me." Ron was a little frustrated: "It's a waste that I hold it in my arms to sleep every day, really..."

Two house elves came up to greet them, raised their heads and asked, "Dear masters and ladies, may I ask what you need in the kitchen?"

"We need to eat something, Diddy." Cedric said, "We've been practicing dueling all night, and we're a little hungry."

"It's Master Diggory." The house-elf Didi exclaimed: "Okay, please wait, Didi will go now--"

"I think the kitchen at Hogwarts really needs to be cleaned up." Draco looked at the corner where Scabbers had just been with disdain, pinching his nose and saying, "What on earth did Dumbledore do? He even allowed mice to enter the kitchen to eat? Oh my God, if my dad knew, he would be very angry!"

You know what, this is really the most supportive time for Draco.

Even Ron kept nodding, hoping that Draco would not just talk but take actual action.

Because there wasn't just Scabbers there, there were also a few unknown rats - if it was just Scabbers, Ron might be able to tolerate it, but the other rats...

"But you are amazing, Weasley." Draco looked at Ron with a puzzled look: "You actually sleep with mice, my God..."

"That's my pet!" Ron said angrily. "I can't deal with someone like you who doesn't have a pet. If you don't believe me, ask Hermione if she also sleeps with Jack in her arms!"

Unexpectedly, Hermione betrayed him.

"Oh no, Ronald." Hermione's expression was full of disgust: "No matter how much I like Jack, I won't hold him to sleep - you have to know that the bodies of small animals are very fragile, and it is very likely that a turn over will cost them their lives..."

"But that's impossible!" Ron retorted. "Scabbers has lived in our house for twelve years! If it was so fragile, it would have died long ago!"

"Twelve years?" Draco laughed as if he had heard something funny. "Oh my God Weasley, do you want to see a doctor? I mean it - maybe you should go to the school hospital and see Madam Pomfrey... see if your brain is normal. How can an ordinary mouse live for twelve years!"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, Malfoy." Ron rolled his eyes and decided not to bother with the inherently evil Malfoy.

This would only make him unhappy, he thought.

The standard of the midnight snack in the Hogwarts kitchen was pretty good. What Ron didn't expect was that when the house-elves heard that he had performed well in the duel, they actually fried several chicken legs for him.

Not those small chicken legs, but those big pistol legs.

"Now I know why Banban came here to eat, because he is as greedy as you." Hermione complained on the side.

Ron shrugged, not taking it seriously at all.

How can eating two chicken legs be considered a big deal?
"I'm actually very interested in that mouse." Weiwei suddenly said, "Logically speaking, an ordinary household mouse wouldn't live that long. Generally speaking, it only has a lifespan of a few years - maybe it has found a way to prolong its life."

While saying this, Vivi looked at Cassandra who was peeling a banana with a leisurely look.

She was not interested in the mouse Banban, but simply wanted to use Banban to tease Cassandra.

Cassandra retorted, "I hope the little mouse doesn't have the trouble of an intruder, don't you, Grindelwald?"

"It's also possible that this mouse is too timid, so it lost a lot." Vivi waved her hand and grabbed a sandwich and stuffed it into Harry's mouth.

"But," Vivi said again, "I think we should switch dormitories, what do you think, Cassandra?"

"What do you mean?" Cassandra asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Just like before, I miss my old friend too." Weiwei said with a smile: "Or have you forgotten your old friend?"

"I have not forgotten my 'old' friend." Cassandra emphasized the word 'old'. "Well, I accept your offer."

After all, Vivi is now a seventh-grade student and is indeed older than Cassandra.

The first thing Vivi did when she returned to the dormitory was to move all her things to Cassandra's dormitory.

For this reason, Miss Farley, the prefect, felt a little regretful.

In the Gryffindor dormitory, Ron was not in a hurry to sleep.

After Neville and Seamus fell asleep, Ron patted Harry's shoulder and motioned for them to go to the balcony.

The two sat on the balcony, and Ron asked with concern: "Dude, what's wrong with you? Why do I always feel like something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, chewing his liquorice wand.

Ron organized his words and began to make sharp comments.

"I always feel that there is something wrong with that Malfoy - Miss Malfoy... Of course, there is something wrong with Miss Grindelwald too. I think the two of them are fighting for you - you see, they both speak in a sarcastic tone..."

It was Hermione who told him about Vivi.

Of course, Ron, who was a slow-witted guy, couldn't figure out anything, but Hermione was a girl with a delicate mind, and women tend to mature early, so she was very sensitive and realized what was going on.

"Fighting for me?" Harry bit off a piece of liquorice wand with a loud crunch.

"That's indeed the feeling." Ron said again: "Although Miss Malfoy behaves very domineeringly, Hermione and I can still see that she is always secretly looking at you, Harry."

"I think, buddy..." He crossed his arms, shook his head and sighed, "Of course, I'm not a talkative person, I think it's better for you to make a choice as soon as possible... Otherwise, I'm afraid the two of them will tear down this school."

After saying that, Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and walked into the dormitory.

Harry sat by the window and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

Do you really have to make a choice?
In fact, he had long been aware of Cassandra and Vivi's feelings for him, but he had been subconsciously avoiding this issue.

This multiple-choice question is really difficult to answer - if it was a hundred years ago, it would be fine, he could just cut the Gordian knot and choose someone.

But it’s different now. Now Cassandra and Vivi traveled a hundred years into the future for her. One of them lost his life, and the other lost his magic power...

No matter who you choose, you will be sorry for the other party.

Originally he could still escape from all this, but now Ron suddenly broke the window paper, making him feel a little at a loss.

He decided that when he had time, he would ask Sebastian or Papi what he should do.

At this moment in the Forbidden Forest, Sirius Black, in the form of a black dog, was gnawing on the mouse in front of him.

This was what he had just caught. There was not much food in the Forbidden Forest, and he couldn't go to Hogwarts or other wizard gathering places to find food - after all, he was a wanted criminal now.

So he could only catch mice to satisfy his hunger, and they could not be eaten cooked, only raw.

But all this is not meaningless, Sirius thought, as long as I can catch the bastard who betrayed James and protect my godson, everything will be worth it!
"What are you eating?"

An ethereal female voice sounded from behind him.

Sirius was so frightened that he jumped to the side with a bark. He turned his head cautiously, only to find that the sound came from a unicorn.

When he saw it was a unicorn, Sirius's wariness immediately disappeared.

As we all know, unicorns are noble and sacred magical animals...

"Woof woof woof," replied Sirius.

"Oh, you are here to eat grass." Pappy shook her head happily. She didn't understand dog language. "Come, I know where there is delicious grass. Come with me..."

Sirius was a little hesitant, he didn't know whether he should follow.

Eating grass... doesn't sound bad. It's better than eating dead mice.

He followed Pabbie to a small bush where blueberries and other berries grew.

"Have some berries. I remember that dogs can't eat grass." Pappy said with a smile, "Hey, this is the first time I've seen a guy as big as you. Are you a dog?"

She had a reason to say that, for Sirius was almost as big as a foal.

"Woo, woof!" Sirius nodded quickly.

"Okay, then you can eat some fruit here and don't eat the dead mouse anymore. If you like, you can come with me later. There are lots of delicious food in my tent." Pabbie said with a smile.

Sirius didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that... he saw "kindness" on the face of this unicorn lady.

Early the next morning, the third grade students had the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom seemed to have been redecorated in the new year. Professor Lupin's style was simple and plain, not as extravagant as Lockhart's - or, in other words, not as luxurious as Ms. Rosier's.

In short, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom has become more like a qualified classroom.

Right in front of the classroom, there was a huge wardrobe, which was still fluttering, as if there was something inside.

The students looked at the closet with fear. They remembered the lesson Ms. Rosier taught them last year - it was an Inferi, placed in the closet. If it was an Inferi this time too...

It’s not that the Yin corpse is impossible to deal with, it’s mainly because it looks really creepy.

"Don't worry, students." Professor Lupin came out of the common room, "There's only a Boggart in there."

"If you have reviewed the textbook, you will know that Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," Professor Lupin continued to popularize science to the students, "including wardrobes, gaps under beds, cupboards under sinks - once I came across one hidden in an old clock passed down from our ancestors." "Of course this one was moved in yesterday afternoon. I asked the principal and asked the professors if they could leave it alone and give my third-year students some practice opportunities."

Having said that, Professor Lupin held the podium with both hands and looked at everyone.

"Now, please listen to my first question - what is a Boggart?"

As soon as the words came out, several people raised their hands.

"Hmm..." Professor Lupin thought for a moment, then pointed at Hermione and said, "Come on, Miss Granger, tell me what a Boggart is."

"A Boggart is a shapeshifting creature," she said. "It can see through your heart and turn into what you fear most. The more people there are, the easier it is to deal with a Boggart. What really kills a Boggart is laughter. If you laugh, the Boggart will explode into a thousand wisps of smoke and disappear."

"Very good, very good." Professor Lupin clapped his hands and praised, "I couldn't have said it better myself."

"So, the Boggart in the darkness inside the closet has not yet taken on any form, and it doesn't know what can scare the people outside the door." Professor Lupin continued: "No one knows what the Boggart looks like when it is alone, but when I let it out, it will immediately become the thing that scares each of us the most."

"But we also have a great advantage now. Do you know what it is?" Professor Lupin smiled and called on me: "Ron, tell me?"

"Well?" Ron first used an interjection, and then said, "Like Hermione just said, the more people there are, the easier it is to deal with the Boggart, because it will be confused and don't know what to turn into."

"That's absolutely right," said Professor Lupin, clapping his hands. "When dealing with a Boggart, the best way is to have a lot of people. It gets confused...it wonders, what should it become? A headless corpse, or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a Boggart make that mistake - it wanted to scare two people at once, so it turned itself into a half-slug, which was not scary at all."

Just at this moment, Vivi knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Hello, Professor Lupin."

Professor Lupin turned around and saw that it was Vivi, so he smiled and said, "Hello, Miss Grindelwald, what can I do for you?"

"I want to find Harry." Vivi said.

"Harry." Professor Lupin called Harry's name, "Miss Grindelwald wants to see you about something."

When Harry reached the door, Professor Lupin suddenly said, "Also, I remember you didn't attend the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in your seventh year, right?"

"Yes, Professor." Weiwei said politely, "I'm sorry, I have some personal matters to attend to."

"It's okay. Professor Dumbledore has already told me." Lupin said with a smile, "But I'm curious about what your Boggart is. If you are free later, you can come to our Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Okay, Professor." Vivi did not refuse Lupin's invitation.

As they walked out the door, they could still hear Professor Lupin telling his classmates about the weaknesses of Boggarts.

"The spell to repel a Boggart is simple, but requires willpower. You see, what really scares a Boggart is laughter. All you have to do is force it to assume an image that you find funny..."

Harry walked out of the classroom and stood aside, looking at Vivi obediently.

"Come with me to Professor Dumbledore's office later." Weiwei said concisely, "He sent me a message via Phoenix. The meeting at the Wizengamot will end in about twenty minutes. I think we should go and ask him about the issue of the Grim Reaper that you mentioned to me before."

"Okay," Harry nodded.

"Also, we should call Cassandra." Vivi thought for a moment and said again, "Perhaps we should also call Mr. Flamel. After all, he is a legendary alchemist who has lived for more than 600 years. Perhaps he has a way to escape the pursuit of the god of death."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked curiously.

"Because he is also a person who transcends the boundary between life and death, which is something that the God of Death cannot allow." Weiwei said firmly: "He has been able to live in this world for so many years without being hunted down by the God of Death. I think he must have some unique methods."

"Okay." Harry nodded, "So what should we do now?"

"Go to class first." Weiwei said with a smile, "I really want to see what your Boggart is."

Harry looked at Vivi speechlessly, turned and walked into the classroom, and Vivi followed him.

When they entered the classroom, they saw Professor Lupin with his hand on Neville's shoulder, speaking to him.

Seeing the two of them come in, Lupin nodded at them and pointed his wand at the wardrobe. He said loudly: "I'll count to three, Neville... One, two, three - start!"

A burst of sparks shot out from the end of Professor Lupin's wand and hit the handle of the wardrobe door, which burst open with a bang.

Professor Snape, with a long hooked nose and a threatening look on his face, came out and stared at Neville with his bright eyes.

His greasy hair swayed as he walked, like kelp in the waves.

"This Professor Snape doesn't even wash his hair." Ron commented sharply on the side - he just didn't believe that in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, a Snape could randomly appear behind the scenes?

It turned out that his guess was correct. Snape would not appear behind him to deduct points from him because he was currently teaching Potions to fourth-year students.

Being pressed by Snape step by step, Neville was also retreating step by step, his wand raised, tongue-tied, unable to speak.

It's not his fault. If it was anyone else, Neville would have drawn his wand or thrown out the biting cabbage - but he was facing Snape, and he was like a mouse being stared at by a cat, suppressed by his blood and unable to speak.

Snape advanced towards him menacingly, thrusting his hand into his robes as if he were about to draw his wand.

"Come on, Neville!" Ron yelled, "Don't bring shame to Gryffindor!"

Neville, encouraged by Ron's voice, seemed to have found his backbone all of a sudden.

Yes! It's just a Boggart, there's nothing to be afraid of!

"Riddikulus!" screamed Neville.

There was a noise, like the cracking of a whip, and Snape stumbled.

They suddenly discovered that Snape's black robe had suddenly turned into a long green dress embroidered with lace. She was wearing a tall hat with an old worm-eaten sculpture on the top of the hat, and a huge scarlet handbag was dangling in her hand.

No one knew what happened, but they all knew that Professor Snape looked hot in women's clothes!
The classroom suddenly fell silent, and then a burst of loud laughter broke out.

Students from the four colleges laughed so hard that they slapped their thighs. Even the Slytherin students were amused by the scene. Draco tried to hold back his laughter, but when Crabbe and Goyle beside him slapped their desks and laughed, he also joined in the laughter.

This is a rare sight. Who would have thought that the usually strict Professor Snape would actually wear women's clothes?

The Boggart stopped and looked around in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

"Okay, next!" Professor Lupin laughed, and seemed very satisfied with Neville's masterpiece. "Ron, you come!"

Ron took crab steps and walked up to Snape in women's clothing.

"Focus and don't be afraid!" Professor Lupin shouted with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a vortex formed in the space around Snape, sucking him in.

After a while, a huge spider appeared in front of Ron. There were red lines on its back and its legs were sharp...it was hard to tell whether they were barbs or hairs. Its big claws were waving with a click, as if it wanted to strangle Ron in half.

Ron let out a "woop". Even though his dueling skills were now as good as those of a normal fifth or sixth grader, it was still difficult for him to remain calm when facing the trauma of his childhood.

He took a deep breath and drew his wand.

"Riddikulus!" he exclaimed.

Suddenly, roller skates were put on the spider's eight feet. The spider could no longer move forward, and its eight legs slipped and fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Seamus! You're next!" Professor Lupin said with a smile.

Simo walked forward, and the spider began to spin again, and a female ghost appeared where it had been.

The female ghost looked eerie and terrifying, just like the one in a Japanese horror movie, with her hands stretched out and an ominous sneer coming from her mouth.

"Riddikulus!" Seamus exclaimed.

The female ghost turned into a mouse with a snap, crawling around on the spot with a squeaking sound.

"Next! Miss Granger!" shouted Lupin, clapping his hands.

Hermione walked up to the mouse, and after a moment, the mouse turned into a giant test paper with Hermione's name on it and a huge "T" next to it.

She raised her wand and pointed at the paper: "Riddikulus!"

The test paper made a tearing sound and was torn into pieces - and then turned into a parrot made of the pieces, just like Jack.

"Next! Miss Grindelwald!" Professor Lupin shouted again.

Vivi walked up to the Boggart parrot and stood there.

Everyone held their breath, ready to see what the terrifying transfer student's Boggart was.

The Boggart suddenly made a hissing sound, and a puff of smoke rose up from the spot with a bang.

The smoke soon cleared, revealing a person.

"Harry?!" Ron exclaimed subconsciously: "It's Harry?"

Yes, Vivi's Boggart is Harry...?
Professor Lupin straightened up and looked at Harry, who had transformed into a Boggart, in confusion.

Harry himself also felt a little strange, another self was not far away... No, why was Vivi's Boggart actually me? !

However, what no one expected was that Vivi did not rush to recite the spell, but waited for the Boggart to approach her.

The Boggart Harry walked up to Vivi with the same arrogant smile as Cassandra on his face.

"Oh, a squib - really inferior..."

Vivi's wand emitted a green light.

Professor Lupin felt his scalp tingling. He was sure that the funny spell was not green.

"Riddikulus!" Vivi said gently.

Harry suddenly froze in place. His clothes turned into a lady's dress, and on his head he wore a sun hat of the type that ladies a hundred years ago particularly liked to wear.

Everyone was stunned for several seconds, and then burst into laughter even more exaggerated than when they saw Snape in women's clothing.

Especially Ron and Hermione, who pointed at Harry and laughed loudly.

"Okay, next -" Professor Lupin clapped his hands and said, "Harry, you come -"

Harry could swear that Professor Lupin did this on purpose, just to make him face himself in women's clothing.

But he had no evidence to prove that Professor Lupin did it on purpose, so he could only stand up and face the female version of himself.

Harry stood up straight, and with a bang, another puff of smoke rose up.

Then the smoke cleared, revealing a hooded figure holding a scythe.

The figure raised the sickle high and swung it at Vivi who was standing beside him.

"Riddikulus!" he shouted, pointing his wand at the Boggart.

The Boggart made a crackling sound and turned into a funny dog's head.

The students burst into laughter again. They had never seen such an interesting dog head.

"Next, Miss Abbott!" Professor Lupin said again.

Hannah stepped forward and the dog's head transformed into a giant venomous snake.

"Riddikulus!" Hannah pointed at the poisonous snake and chanted a spell.

The poisonous snake turned into a red ribbon, which looked very festive.

Professor Lupin clapped his hands and called the students forward again.

It should be acknowledged that the Boggart was very persistent. It persisted until all the students had finished facing the most terrifying thing, and was only then locked in a cupboard by Professor Lupin.

"Now that we're done with class, let's give the poor Boggart a rest," he said.

There was thunderous applause in the classroom, indicating that Professor Lupin had won the recognition of the vast majority of people.

Before the class started, they were still worried about whether Professor Lupin would be a competent professor.

"Brilliant," Professor Lupin called out. "Well done, everyone - I give you five points, from all four houses - for defeating the Boggart with your laughter."

"In addition, all those who participated in defeating the Boggart will receive five points." Professor Lupin said again: "This is a great lesson - but I still don't intend to let you go. I'm going to assign you some homework. Please read the chapter about the Boggart carefully and write a nine-inch paper. It is due on Monday... That's all. get out of class is dismissed!"

After the get out of class was dismissed, the students still felt a little reluctant to leave.

They were excitedly discussing what had just happened in class, especially Professor Snape's Boggart in female costume...

Oh my god, Snape in women's clothing, this is simply...

Harry had no interest in joining their discussion. He followed Vivi and hurried to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Lupin, sitting in the office, had his eyes flickering, and he was still thinking about Harry.

Harry and Vivi arrived at the principal's office very quickly. Cassandra had been waiting at the door for a long time. Seeing that the two of them were late, Cassandra wrinkled her nose and said, "Oh, it seems that you two went on a date? That's why you are late?"

"I just got out of class," Harry said simply, now cautious.

After being pointed out by Ron, he felt more cautious.

But even so, there was still a voice in his subconscious telling him not to give up on any of them.

"Oh~" Cassandra squinted her eyes and said, "It turns out that our little baby is still a child who can't take care of himself and needs his aunt to pick him up after school..."

When saying this, the word "auntie" was emphasized.

Cassandra seems to be emphasizing the relationship between Vivi and Lily through this title. As the best friend of someone else's mother, is it really okay to be so close to her child?
"Then you answer it tomorrow." Harry retorted subconsciously.

After he said it, he felt a little regretful. He didn't even think about it.

Unexpectedly, Cassandra was not angry, but instead showed a faint smile.

"Okay, if you're willing to call me auntie--"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gargoyle jumped aside.

"The principal invites you in," it said.

Cassandra glanced at the couple and walked in first.

Harry hurried to catch up, following Cassandra closely.

In the principal's office, Mr. Flamel was already sitting there, with Pabbie in unicorn form next to him.

Seeing Harry coming, Pabbie walked over and brought back a bag of blueberries from somewhere.

"Here, Harry," said Pappy, "try some freshly picked blueberries—"

"Thank you." Harry reached out and rubbed Pappy's head, then took the blueberries.

They walked to the principal's desk and sat down in their seats.

Dumbledore gave each of them some lemonade, the sugar-free kind.

It doesn't matter to others, but Mr. Flamel... Dumbledore doesn't dare to give him a lethal dose of sugar.

The old man is already over 600 years old. If he were to choke to death from sugar... he would be remembered for generations.

"Tell me about it," Dumbledore said. "I wanted to ask you about the Grim Reaper in detail a few days ago, but I was in a meeting at the Wizengamot..."

Harry organized his words and told Dumbledore in detail what happened in Cassandra's dream.

Including the final threat of the Grim Reaper, and the threat regarding Pabbie and Vivi.

After hearing Harry's words, everyone present fell into deep thought, including Mr. Flamel.

"It should be said that I don't know much about Death." Dumbledore crossed his arms and said, "Harry, you should know that my understanding of Death is limited to my foolish pursuit of the power of the Deathly Hallows when I was young..."

"Legend has it that if you obtain the Three Deathly Hallows, you can become the master of Death, right?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Dumbledore said quietly, "but I still think that this is just a rumor."

There was another round of silent silence in the principal's office.

"But you still need to rest assured about this." Mr. Flamel said, "Death cannot appear in the Prime Material Plane. At least he will not come to Earth to hunt you down - but if he is summoned by someone else, that is not necessarily the case."

Dumbledore paused after hearing what Mr. Flamel said.

"Take a look at this." He took a letter from a drawer nearby and handed it to Harry and the others. "This is Newt's investigation in North America. He suspects that Voldemort seems to be performing some mysterious ritual."

Harry took the letter and read it carefully with Vivi and the others.

"You mean, Voldemort is also summoning death?" Harry asked with a frown.

The speculation in the letter is not groundless. After all, the mysterious ritual that Voldemort is currently performing is to summon the god of death through myths and legends from all over the world.

"From what I can see, the ritual he tried last year was to summon Anubis, the Egyptian god of death." Dumbledore rubbed his eyelids with his hands. "But he must have failed, otherwise he wouldn't be performing the ritual now..."

"But I still don't understand, Professor." Harry frowned and asked, "Voldemort is now in a state of residual soul. In order to escape death, he even did evil things like splitting his soul. Why did he dare to summon the god of death? Isn't he afraid that after summoning the god of death, he will be the first to be killed by him?"

"Oh, Death is not as extreme as you think, Harry." Mr. Flamel suddenly said: "In my impression, although Death is a bit vengeful, he is still reasonable - provided that you don't anger him."

After hearing this, everyone looked at Cassandra.

Everyone knows that Cassandra has a sharp tongue, but who knows if she has ever mocked the god of death.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not the kind of idiot who can't see the practical situation." Cassandra spread her hands and said, "Mocking a god of death doesn't have any practical benefits for me. Why would I do such a thing?"

Pappy lowered his head and whispered, "It's hard to say."

As a result, Cassandra grabbed her ears and made her scream several times.

The discussion in the principal's office didn't produce any results, but at least we got some information which was better than nothing.

After discussing with Cassandra, Vivi decided to look up the records and legends about the god of death.

Harry did not rush back to the dormitory, but went to the Black Lake with Pappy, intending to ask Pappy to help him make a decision.

It was afternoon and there were not many students by the Black Lake. Harry and Pappy came to an open space and sat down.

"Pappy." Harry patted Pappy's neck and said to her, "I have something important to ask you - very important."

"Oh." Pappy nodded, looked around, and saw that Vivi and Cassandra were not there, so he said with a smile: "Okay, then ask~"

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(The last 4000 words are added for the 26000 monthly tickets last month)

(End of this chapter)