"So... Professor Trelawney didn't say anything would happen to your grandmother. She only asked you, 'How is your grandmother?'"
After listening to Neville's account, Pomona spoke as she sorted through her thoughts.
"No, she said, 'Is your grandmother well?' I said, 'She's fine.' Then she looked at my teacup, and her expression seemed to say, 'If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure.'" Neville said tremblingly.
"Then, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Lupin told you to imagine your Boggart wearing your grandmother's clothes," Pomona said tactfully.
In fact, after that class, thanks to Gryffindor's "publicity," the entire school knew that Severus Snape had worn Neville's grandmother's coat... From then on, Neville never went to the Great Hall for meals again. He barely even dared return to the castle, all to avoid being caught by Snape.
It certainly would not end with a simple detention. After Harry Potter, Neville would become the second unlucky soul with "a bleak childhood and a life worse than death."
"I shouldn't have listened to Professor Lupin," Neville said regretfully. "I shouldn't have gone to that class. Defense Against the Dark Arts is cursed..."
"I don't think you should hate a course that concerns your life and will be useful to you in the future because of one teacher's misguided instruction." Pomona flicked her wand, and a heavy book landed in front of Neville with a bang.
It was old, and quite a bit of dust had accumulated inside it. When it fell, Neville began coughing incessantly.
"What is this?" Neville asked, waving the dust away with his hand.
"What do you think of Professor Binns's History of Magic classes?" Pomona asked.
Neville said nothing. In truth, even if he did not say it, she knew. Most people slept through them.
"What I'm