Bring Down the Evil Professor, the Future Belongs to Gryffindor!

Solving one mystery leads to the discovery of many more.

For example, does Boggart eat other foods?

For example, is it truly true that there is no physical entity?

For example, is it possible to communicate with it?

The once-successful cookies failed, and Boggart even stuck out his tongue in disapproval.

Lupin shook his head in utter disappointment. "You can probably guess what this is all about, right? This is actually what Boggart really looks like."

"Huh!?" The students stared wide-eyed, their expressions even more incredulous than before.

"Vincent is a special case." Lupin walked towards the wardrobe.

"The specifics are somewhat complicated, but it is indeed Boggart."

The students recalled the Sorting Ceremony two years ago, and then they remembered what happened on the train a few days ago.

The Sorting Hat cannot read thoughts and is unaffected by Dementors.

"Old Wen, he..." James retreated to the corner in terror.

"Isn't he... isn't he human?"

Vincent was reaching out to touch Boggart, glanced back.

The look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them cannot be hidden.

James, trembling in the corner, said, "I... I was just guessing."

His flustered little eyes caught a glimpse of Alfred's wicked grin.

We're doomed.

Mission Impossible~

After lecturing his roommate, Vincent turned to look back.

Boggart was uglier Peeves, but his personality was just as wicked.

His comical expression—with slanted eyes and a wide grin—seemed to mock his incompetence.

All the students had recited the incantation, and it seemed to think he couldn't.

Just like Peeves, he loves to court death; he's probably some distant relative.

Vincent raised his wand and aimed it at Boggart's little head.

It panicked instantly and retreated repeatedly.

They have emotions and they can think.

The bell rang suddenly, and Boggart's heel hit the edge of the wardrobe, startling him so much that he jumped onto the top of the wardrobe.

Lupin raised his wand, both amused and exasperated.

He couldn't scare Vincent at all; in fact, he got scared instead. He's both terrible at it and loves to play around.

The cowardly Boggart, who bullies the weak and fears the strong, would never obediently submit. With a "pop," he transformed into a sphere emitting a silvery-white light.

"Riddikulus." Lupin lazily chanted the spell, turning it into a pile of soap bubbles before dragging it into the closet and locking it up.

"You all did a great job! I've decided to give Gryffindor and Hufflepuff an extra 10 points each!"

He looked at Vincent, whose face was full of regret.

"Furthermore, Vincent allowed us to see Boggart's true colors, and I think I should add another 10 points to his score!"

24 points, that's a huge profit.

Although it wasn't enough to cover Snape's deductions for one class period, the Little Lions could finally see a glimmer of hope.

Lupin put away his wand and picked up his old trunk.

"Don't get too excited yet, I haven't assigned any homework."

The students all had long faces.

"Please read the chapter about Boggart carefully, and then summarize it in simple words."

Due Monday, that's all.

Lupin opened the door and walked out with a smile on his face.

There are no word limits or length requirements, and the assignments are almost effortless.

The students became excited, especially the Gryffindor students, who had a lot of underachievers.

"Did you see how I took down that female ghost?" Seamus walked out of the staff break room with his head held high.

Dean, standing nearby, waved his hand, "And that hand too!"

Neville, who was following behind, spoke louder than usual, "And there's Snape dressed up as my grandmother!"

A burst of laughter erupted in the corridor.

After laughing, Lavender lowered his head thoughtfully, "Why is Professor Lupin afraid of crystal balls?"

And why did Vincent manage to get Boggart to reveal his true colors?

Parvati looked at Hermione, who was smiling but saying nothing.

What people fear changes at different times; perhaps Lupin has recently heard some terrible Prophecy.

As for Vincent...

"This is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts we've ever had, isn't it?" Ron was walking in front of them, seemed particularly excited.

Harry thought the same, "Professor Lupin is a very good teacher."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

"By the way, Hermione— " Lavender asked her a question:

"You Vincent are such good friends, do you know how he got Boggart to reveal his true form?"

"Me?" Hermione paused for a moment. "I do know why, but it involves his privacy."

Lavender and Parvati's eyes lit up.

"Um—why don't you go ask him?"

"No!" Lavender quickly covered his mouth and lowered his voice, "You saw the look in his eyes just now, he's probably still angry."

"He's not angry." Hermione gestured for them to look ahead.

Vincent and James walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom side by side, chatting and laughing.

The content seems to be about an impossible task, and the person doesn't seem angry.

Lavender and Parvati looked at Hermione with strange expressions.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"You seem to know Vincent very well?"

Hermione's eyes showed a hint of panic. "I—I've seen him really angry before."

"Yeah?"

"Daphne can testify!"

Her face turned red with anxiety; she was probably telling the truth.

Lavender and Parvati's expressions returned to normal, and they began gossiping about how really angry Vincent looked.

"Eyes? Not very fierce... no, it's just that the tone is very cold..."

"What exactly happened at that time—" Lavender's question came to an abrupt halt.

Because Vincent had arrived at some point and was discussing something with Harry and Ron in front of him.

"It's alright, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George have already started mobilizing students from other grades."

A mass strike is one thing, but they also have to give Snape a surprise?

This isn't just courting death, it's practically asking for it.

Vincent was not discouraged. "You don't want to be kept after school every time, do you?"

To be fair, he targeted us first; we only offered a slight resistance.

Harry and Ron were somewhat tempted.

Now even the model students have broken their silence and decided to lead the rebellion against the wicked Professor Snape.

Vincent said it with great emotion, "Even if we are not part of Gryffindor, we should strive for a better tomorrow."

Hermione turned her head away, seemingly unable to bear looking at her.

The emotional portrayal is so effective, and the idea of taking small steps forward every day and making big strides over time makes it seem like you're not a qualified student if you don't join in.

Seeing the sparkle in Lavender and Parvati's eyes, she immediately covered her face with her hands.

Language is an art.

Vincent's embellishment transformed a simple school strike into a righteous act of overthrowing evil forces.

Using violence to suppress violence is not a good approach, especially since he was mobilizing students in a busy corridor.

Hermione couldn't understand why, so when she was leaving the castle to attend her Herbology, she took advantage of the fact that no one was around and called Vincent into a greenhouse.