Although Boggart, like Dementors, have no physical form, they are not terrifying dark creatures.
One-on-one encounters are indeed quite frightening, but when there are two or more people, Boggart usually chooses to scare everyone at the same time.
Since it couldn't become two, the final product was a Frankenstein's monster.
It might be more terrifying, or it might be quite comical.
Lupin gave an example. "I once saw Boggart make this mistake."
It tried to scare two people at the same time, but ended up turning itself into half a slug, which wasn't scary at all.
Like most truly terrifying Magical Creatures, the Boggart also has its own unique Banishment Charm.
"It's a very simple spell, but it requires a strong will."
Lupin glanced at Harry. "Remember, what truly finished off the Boggart was laughter."
In other words, you also need to use this spell and imagine it as a character you find very funny.
He removed his hand from the cabinet. "Let's practice the spells without wands first. Repeat after me— Riddikulus!"
"Riddikulus— " the students read it out.
It's almost effortless; the tone is just like normal conversation.
"Very good!" Lupin clapped his hands. "But this is only the simpler part. You know, spells alone are not enough."
He looked at Neville, who was no longer shrinking back, and said, "Now it's up to you, Neville."
Faced with the constantly shaking wardrobe, Neville took a deep breath before slowly walking forward.
"Good, relax a little more." Lupin met his somewhat Winky eyes.
"Neville, I need to ask you a very crucial question first: what are you most afraid of in this world?"
"S..." Neville only uttered one syllable, and the rest was too soft to hear.
Lupin said gently, "I'm sorry, Neville, I didn't hear you clearly."
Neville's neck, which had just been tucked in, relaxed.
His voice was soft, but still audible. "Maybe it's Professor Snape again; I always get flustered and panicked."
The students burst into laughter, and Neville grinned sheepishly.
Lupin looked thoughtful. "Professor Snape... um..."
"Neville, I think you live with your grandmother, right?"
"Uh—yes." Neville shuddered. "But—but I don't want to turn Boggart into Grandma."
"No, you've misunderstood." Lupin smiled. "Neville, can you tell us what kind of clothes your grandmother usually wears?"
Neville was slightly surprised. "Okay, she always wears a hat."
And it was a very tall hat with a vulture specimen on it, and she wore a long dress...usually green...and sometimes she would also wear a fox fur scarf."
"And a handbag," Lupin asked. "Is that right?"
Neville nodded excitedly, "Yes, it's a big red handbag!"
Perhaps relieved that he wasn't suffering from the rumored forgetfulness, Lupin appeared to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Okay, Neville, can you clearly picture these clothes? I mean, can you see them in your mind?"
"I think so," Neville replied uncertainly.
It's pretty obvious what's going to happen next.
When Boggart comes out of the closet and sees him, he immediately transforms into Snape.
What he had to do was raise his wand and recite the spell.
"Neville, if all goes well, Professor Snape Boggart Snape will be forced to wear that vulture hat, a green dress, and carry a big red handbag."
The students clutched their stomachs, laughing until tears streamed down their faces.
Lupin patiently waited until they calmed down, "If Neville succeeds, Boggart will turn his attention to each of us in turn."
I hope everyone can take a moment to think about what you're most afraid of, and then imagine it in a funny or ridiculous way.
The students quieted down and began to think.
Vincent was no exception.
Although Boggart couldn't guess what he was thinking, he was eager to know what he was most afraid of.
Generally speaking, people are afraid of death.
But having faced his own death before, he was no longer afraid of it.
The answer might be the corpses of relatives and friends.
The intense sense of defeat and helplessness that came Silencio Vincent was enough to make him feel desperate just thinking about it.
"Is everyone ready?"
The students nodded in agreement.
Lupin took a few steps to the side. "Let's step back and make room for Neville."
After he finishes, I'll call the next student up.
The students stood by the wall, except for Neville, who remained standing in front of the wardrobe.
With trembling hands, he rolled up his sleeves and drew his wand as if facing a formidable enemy.
"I'll count to three, Neville." Lupin also drew his wand and aimed it at the clattering handle of the wardrobe.
"1-2-3-Go!"
The red light from the unlocking spell struck the handle precisely.
The doors on both sides of the wardrobe were roughly pushed open by a pair of large hands, and Neville's distinctive hooked nose came into view the next moment.
Boggart Snape practically jumped out of the closet.
Neville was startled and took a small step back, not daring to look directly into its incredibly lifelike eyes.
They were so alike, even the gesture of reaching into the black robe to pull out a wand was exactly the same.
However, counterfeit goods are counterfeit goods after all.
Realizing this, Neville mustered his courage and raised his wand.
Boggart Snape glared menacingly at him, the tip of his cane pointing at his forehead glowing with an incredibly bright red light.
"Slippery— Riddikulus!" Neville screamed the spell.
Boggart Snape swayed as if he had been whipped.
Its black robe transformed into a long skirt printed with old-fashioned floral patterns, and the vulture hat, riddled with worms, suddenly covered its greasy long hair. The magic wand in its hand stretched into a large red handbag.
The students burst into laughter that seemed to shake the ceiling.
Boggart Snape stopped and stared blankly at the large handbag in his hand.
This comical image and bewildered expression, combined with Snape's signature vicious gaze, made Neville, who was laughing the loudest, burst into laughter and fall flat on the floor.
No wonder I was reluctant to stay here; it turns out I didn't want to witness this scene.
A female Snape, lol... a photobook of her would definitely outsell Gwent.
Lupin couldn't help but chuckle.
But he quickly stopped smiling. "Your turn, Ron!"
Neville went back with his back bent.
Ron, who was named, was no longer laughing.
He walked forward with a mournful face and stiff body.
With a "snap," Boggart Snape transformed into a six-foot-tall spider covered in black hair.
It opened its large pincer-like claws menacingly and approached Ron with a clicking sound.
Neville, who is known throughout the school as a coward, did it, so there's no reason why he couldn't do it with his new wand.
"Riddikulus!" Ron suddenly raised his wand and roared the spell at it.
The giant spider, having lost its legs, lay on the ground rolling around.
"Ah!
"!" Lavender screamed and jumped to the side.
The legless spider rolled to her feet.
It's not scary, but it's disgusting.