Hogwarts: Through the Veil of Time

"I want to warn you, Lupin, Neville Longbottom is in this class. So, I advise you not to entrust him with anything important, he won't cope. Unless Miss Granger whispers in his ear what and how to do."

Lupin was quite surprised.

"And I was hoping that Neville would be the one to help me today. I'm sure he'll do a great job."

The chubby Gryffindor boy in question turned redder than a tomato "how does he manage to change color like that?

Snape slammed the door loudly as he left, and Lupin, with a slight smile, approached the wardrobe with mirrors on the door that stood almost in the middle of the staff room. As soon as the professor approached the wardrobe, it immediately began to rattle and twitch, as if someone was trying to break out of there. This seriously scared the guys in the front rows.

"It's just a regular boggart," the teacher reassured everyone. "So there's nothing to be afraid of."

This explanation did not help much, and many continued to look at the cabinet with apprehension.

"Boggarts like the dark," Lupin went on. "They're most often found in wardrobes, under beds, in drawers under washbasins. I found one in a grandfather clock case. This one only arrived here yesterday. I asked the headmaster to keep it for our lesson today. Can anyone tell me what a Boggart is?"

Only Hermione raised her hand. Once again I notice that she tries to answer any question with or without a reason. Of course, Lupin chose her out of all of them "she was simply the only one who wanted to answer.

" A Boggart is a creature that changes its appearance. It turns into what a person fears most."

"Wonderful, even I couldn't have answered more precisely."

Lupin's praise was enough to make my sister literally blush. Is she really that lacking in approval and praise from "authoritative" adults? After all, she doesn't react so sharply to praise from her peers. Interesting. And I also wonder how she's going to solve the "problem" with me?

While I was pondering the various social nuances of my existence, Lupin finished the introduction to the Boggart and showed us a spell against it "Ridiculus. This spell should turn the Boggart into something funny, thereby causing positive emotions in the wizard and neutralizing the Boggart, or rather "its effect. Although, if I correctly understood the essence of this immaterial creature from Hagrid's bestiary, it is something like an immaterial spirit, which necromancers often work with in my memories. You can fight them in different ways, but with the exception of necromancy itself, light with a certain wavelength and fire as an aggressive environment, and life, death, order as energies are good against such creatures.

"Ridiculus!" everyone repeated in chorus after Lupin, and practiced the movement without a wand.

Of course I joined them. Whatever the experience from the fragments, it is incomplete, and I simply must study the local school of magic, at least in the hope that it will serve as a kind of bridge to at least part of the hidden knowledge in my soul.

"Ridiculus! "we said again and waved our empty hands.

"Excellent," Lupin was satisfied with the visible results. "But that's the easy part. The magic word alone won't help you. That's where I need your help, Neville. Come here."

The boy timidly approached the professor, who was standing a couple of meters in front of the cabinet. The cabinet shook, Neville shook, the Slytherins shook, but this time from stifled laughter. He quietly whispered something to the professor, nodded, and then the moment of truth arrived.

"What do you think he'll have?" asked Anthony, who was standing nearby.

"Snape, what else?" Justin shrugged, trying to appear unperturbed, but his specific face along with his slight pallor created the impression of an extremely frightened, but proud movie villain. But the guy was right.

As soon as Neville, shaking himself and shaking his wand in his hands, nodded uncertainly, Lupin waved his hand and the cabinet opened. No one and nothing flew out of the impenetrable darkness in the cabinet, but a moment later the real Snape came out, looking menacingly at Neville. He shook even more than before, and began to turn pale, trying to catch up with the color of the chalk on the board. I watched this with the liveliest interest. Of course, it is not good when children "suffer", but all my truly rich experience tells me one thing "children will "suffer" one way or another. Such is the way of growing up.

The boggart in the form of Snape was about to do something threatening to Neville.

"Ri-ridikulus!" the boy cried out in panic, but nothing happened. "Ridikulus!"

The second attempt was a little more confident, and it was enough for the boggart in the form of Snape to suddenly find himself dressed in a green skirt suit, a hat with a stuffed vulture on it, and with a pink handbag on the crook of his elbow.

The students literally burst into laughter, filling the staff room with deafening laughter. Even some of the Slytherins couldn't help but grin. I couldn't help but notice the slight, and literally oozing with venom, smile of Daphne "the blue-eyed brunette with whom, by Snape's will, I would now have to work in Potions. Well, I don't mind. I didn't even notice how, with a real elven step, without even disturbing the air, as strange as it may sound, I approached the girl.

"Having fun," I whispered quietly. Quietly, but loudly enough for her to notice, put a mask of indifference on her face, and turn to me.

"Granger," she answered just as quietly.

"Greengrass."

At Lupin's command, Neville was replaced by Parvati Patil "now at least I'll know the name of that Indian girl from Gryffindor who has a twin in Ravenclaw. The Boggart in the form of a trans-Snape was replaced by a movie mummy, all wrapped in bandages. She stretched out her arms forward and took a step towards Parvati, but the girl used Ridiculus, and the bandages on the mummy's legs unraveled, entangling her legs. The mummy fell to the floor with a crash, and its head rolled away.

"And what is the reason for your gloating? "I continued to talk quietly and unnoticed by everyone with Daphne.

"I'm afraid the reason for my hypothetical gloating has nothing to do with you."

"So, that means you will remain silent?

"Oh, I will speak, "the girl slightly turned up her nose. "But that doesn't mean you'll hear what you want.

"Ridiculus! "Another shout from one of the students transformed the boggart into something funny, which caused the other kids to laugh.

"You clearly have some kind of conflict," I continued the conversation.

"An unfounded assumption."

When your life span exceeds a thousand years, you will inevitably meet a person who will somehow remind you of another. Daphne seems familiar to me. To be fair, it should be noted that some other guys I managed to talk to also give me a feeling of deja vu. Insignificant, in small details. Everything is somehow intertwined with something.

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