Six small hands went up.
This time, five belonged to Gryffindors. The differences between the houses were on full display.
"Good." Osgilia seemed fairly pleased with the response and called Seamus Finnigan forward. "You're Seamus Finnigan?"
Delighted that the professor knew his name, Seamus nodded.
"Now, Seamus, do you have any idea what you might be afraid of?" Osgilia asked with a smile.
"Hmm... I'm not really sure. Maybe a Banshee, or maybe The Shining..." Seamus said, blinking.
Well, well. This kid had even watched horror films? Tris glanced at him.
Osgilia blinked. He knew what a Banshee was. What on earth was The Shining? Well, Durmstrang focused on pure-blood wizards, so it was perfectly reasonable for its graduates to know less about Muggle things.
Osgilia did not dwell on it. Whatever it turned into, it was still a Boggart underneath.
"All right, Seamus. Try thinking ahead about what your fear could turn into that you'd find funny."
"Okay!" Seamus certainly lived up to being a Gryffindor with the title of Demolition Genius. The boy had guts to spare. He nodded firmly to show he was ready.
Osgilia had the other students step back a little, then walked over to the cabinet and tapped it gently. The door handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
A woman emerged from the cabinet, her whole body giving off a faint green glow. Her black hair trailed on the floor, her face was gaunt, and she wore a long dress. Fixing her gaze on Seamus, she let out a piercing shriek.
The sound echoed through the classroom, making everyone's scalp prickle.
Tris could not help smacking his lips. The Boggart's imitation was pretty convincing.
A Banshee! Also known as an Ominous Ghost.
These creatures rarely did anything particularly wicked. It was simply that