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that very mistake tried to frighten two people at once and turned himself into half a slug。 Not remotely frightening。
〃The charm that repels a boggart is simple； yet it requires force of mind。 You see； the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter。 What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing。
〃We will practice the charm without wands first。 After me； please 。。。 Riddikulus！〃
〃Riddikulus！〃 said the class together。
〃Good；〃 said Professor Lupin。 〃Very good。 But that was the easy part； I'm afraid。 You see； the word alone is not enough。 And this is where you e in； Neville。〃
The wardrobe shook again； though not as much as Neville； who walked forward as though he were heading for the gallows。
〃Right； Neville；〃 said Professor Lupin。 〃First things first： what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world？〃
Neville's lips moved； but no noise came out。
〃didn't catch that； Neville； sorry；〃 said Professor Lupin cheerfully。
Neville looked around rather wildly； as though begging someone to help him； then said； in barely more than a whisper； 〃Professor Snape。〃
Nearly everyone laughed。 Even Neville grinned apologetically。 Professor Lupin； however； looked thoughtful。
〃Professor Snape。。。 hmmm。。。 Neville； I believe you live with your grandmother？〃
〃Er yes；〃 said Neville nervously。 〃But I don't want the boggart to turn into her either。〃
〃No； no； you misunderstand me；〃 said Professor Lupin； now smiling。 〃I wonder； could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears？〃
Neville looked startled； but said； 〃Well。。。 always the same hat。 A tall one with a stuffed vulture on top。 And a long dress。。。 green； normally。。。 and sometimes a fox…fur scarf。〃
〃And a handbag？〃 prompted Professor Lupin。
〃A big red one；〃 said Neville。
〃Right then；〃 said Professor Lupin。 〃Can you picture those clothes very clearly； Neville？ Can you see them in your mind's eye？〃
〃Yes；〃 said Neville uncertainty； plainly wondering what was ing next。
〃When the boggart bursts out of this wardrobe； Neville； and sees You； it will assume the form of Professor Snape；〃 said Lupin。 〃And You will raise your wand thus and cry 'Riddikulus' and concentrate hard on your grandmother's clothes。 If all goes well； Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into that vulture…topped hat； and that green dress； with that big red handbag。〃
There was a great shout of laughter。 The wardrobe wobbled more violently。
〃If Neville is successful； the boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn；〃 said Professor Lupin。 〃I would like all of you to take a moment now to think of the thing that scares you most； and imagine how you might force it to look ical。。。。〃
The room went quiet。 Harry thought。。。 'What scared him most in the world？
His first thought was Lord Voldemort a Voldemort returned to full strength。 But before he had even started to plan a possible counterattack on a boggart…Voldemort； a horrible image came floating to the surface of his mind。。。。
A rotting； glistening hand； slithering back beneath a black cloak 。。。 a long； rattling breath from an unseen mouth。。。 then a cold so penetrating it felt like drowning。。。。
Harry shivered； then looked around； hoping no one had noticed。 Many people had their eyes shut tight。 Ron was muttering to himself； 〃Take its legs off 〃 Harry was sure he knew what that was about。 Ron's greatest fear was spiders。
〃Everyone ready？〃 said Professor Lupin。
Harry felt a lurch of fear。 He wasn't ready。 How could you make a dementor less frightening？ But he didn't want to ask for more time； everyone else was nodding and rolling up their sleeves。
〃Neville； we're going to back away；〃 said Professor Lupin。 〃Let you have a clear field； all right？ I'll call the next person forward。。。。 Everyone back； now； so Neville can get a clear shot 〃
They all retreated； backed against the walls； leaving Neville alone beside the wardrobe。 He looked pale and frightened； but he had pushed up the sleeves of his robes and was holding his wand ready。
〃On the count of three； Neville；〃 said Professor Lupin； who was
pointing his own wand at the handle of the wardrobe。 〃One two three now！〃
A jet of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupin's wand and hit the doorknob。 The wardrobe burst open。 Hook…nosed and menacing； Professor Snape stepped out； his eyes flashing at Neville。
Neville backed away； his wand up； mouthing wordlessly。 Snape was bearing down upon him； reaching inside his robes。
〃R r riddikulus！ 〃squeaked Neville。
There was a noise like a whip crack。 Snape stumbled； he was wearing a long； lace…trimmed dress and a towering hat topped with a moth…eaten vulture； and he was swinging a huge crimson handbag。
There was a roar of laughter； the boggart paused； confused； and Professor Lupin shouted； 〃Parvati！ Forward！〃
Parvati walked forward； her face set。 Snape rounded on her。 There was another crack； and where he had stood was a bloodstained； bandaged mummy； its sightless face was turned to Parvati and it began to walk toward her very slowly； dragging its feet； its stiff arms rising
〃Riddikulus！〃 cried Parvati。
A bandage unraveled at the mummy's feet； it became entangled； fell face forward； and its head rolled off。
〃Seamus！〃 roared Professor Lupin。
Seamus darted past Parvati。
Crack！ Where the mummy had been was a woman with floorlength black hair and a skeletal； green…tinged face a banshee。 She opened her mouth wide and an unearthly sound filled the room； a long； wailing shriek that made the hair on Harry's head stand on end 'Riddikulus！〃 shouted Seamus。
The banshee made a rasping noise and clutched her throat； her voice was gone。
Crack！ The banshee turned into a rat； which chased its tail in a circle； then crack！… became a rattlesnake； which slithered and writhed before crack！ being a single； bloody eyeball。
'It's confused！〃 shouted Lupin。 〃We're getting there！ Dean！〃
Dean hurried forward。
Crack！ The eyeball became a severed hand； which flipped over and began to creep along the floor like a crab。
〃Riddikulus！〃 yelled Dean。
'There was a snap； and the hand was trapped in a mousetrap。
〃Excellent！ Ron； you next！〃
Ron leapt forward。
Crack！
Quite a few people screamed。 A giant spider； six feet tall and covered in hair； was advancing on Ron； clicking its pincers menacingly。 For a moment； Harry thought Ron had frozen。 Then
〃Riddikulus！〃 bellowed Ron； and the spider's legs vanished； it rolled over and over； Lavender Brown squealed and ran out of its way and it came to a halt at Harry's feet。 He raised his wand； ready； but
〃Here！〃 shouted Professor Lupin suddenly； hurrying forward。 Crack！
The legless spider had vanished。 For a second； everyone looked wildly around to see where it was。 Then they saw a silvery…white orb hanging in the air in front of Lupin； who said； 〃Riddikulus！〃 almosi lazily。
Crack！
〃Forward； Neville； and finish him off！〃 said Lupin as the boggart landed on the floor as a cockroach。 Crack！ Snape was back。 This time Neville charged forward looking determined。
〃Riddikulus！〃 he shouted； and they had a split second's view of Snape in his lacy dress before Neville let out a great 〃Ha！〃 of laughter； and the boggart exploded； burst into a thousand tiny wisps of smoke； and was gone。
〃Excellent！〃 cried Professor Lupin as the class broke into applause。 〃Excellent） Neville。 Well done； everyone。。。。 Let me See。。。 five points to Gryffindor for every person to tackle the boggart ten for Neville because he did it twice。。。 and five each to Hermione and Harry。〃
〃But I didn't do anything；〃 said Harry。
〃You and Hermione answered my questions correctly at the start of the class； Harry；〃 Lupin said lightly。 〃Very well； everyone； an excellent lesson。 Homework； kindly read the chapter on boggarts and summarize it for me。。。 to be handed in on Monday。 That will be all。〃
Talking excitedly； the class left the staffroom。 Harry； however； wasn't feeling cheerful。 Professor Lupin had deliberately stopped him from tackling the boggart。 Why？ Was it because he'd seen Harry collapse on the train； and thought he wasn't up to much？ Had he thought Harry would pass out again？
But no one else seemed to have noticed anything。
〃Did you see me take that banshee？〃 shouted Seamus。 〃And the hand！〃 said Dean； waving his own around。
〃And Snape in that hat！〃 〃And my mummy！〃
I wonder why Professor Lupin's frightened of crystal balls？〃 said Lavender thoughtfully。
〃That was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson we've ever had； wasn't it？〃 said Ron excitedly as they made their way back to the classroom to get their bags。
〃He seems like a very good teacher；〃 said Hermione approvingly。 〃But I wish I could have had a turn with the boggart 〃
〃What would it have been for you？〃 said Ron； sniggering。 〃A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten？〃
CHAPTER EIGHT
FLIGHT OF THE FAT FADY
In no time at all； Defense Against the Dark Arts had bee most people's favorite class。 Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin。
〃Look at the state of his robes；〃 Malfoy would say in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed。 〃He dresses like our old houseelf 〃
But no one else cared that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and frayed。 His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first。 After boggarts； they studied Red Caps； nasty little goblin like creatures that lurked wherever there had been bloodshed： in the dungeons of castles and the potholes of deserted battlefields； waiting to bludgeon those who had gotten lost。 From Red Caps they moved on to kappas； creepy。 water…dwellers that looked like scaly monkeys； with webbed hands itching to strangle unwitting waders in their ponds。
Harry only wished he was as happy with some of his other classes。 Worst of all was Potions。 Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days； and no one was in any doubt why。 The story of the boggart assuming Snape's shape； and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes； had traveled through the school like wildfire。 Snape didn't seem to find it funny。 His eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupin's name； and he was bullying Neville worse than ever。
Harry was also growing to dread the hours he spent in Professor Trelawney's stifling tower room； deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols； trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney's enormous eyes filled with tears every time she looked at him。 He couldn't like Professer Trelawney； even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class。 Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunch times； and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces； as though they knew things the others didn't。 They had also started using hushed voices whenever they spoke to Harry； as though he were on his deathbed。
Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures； which； after the action…packed first class； had bee extremely dull。 Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence。 They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look after flobberworms； which had to be some of the most boring creatures in existence。
〃Why would anyone bother looking after them？〃 said Ron； after yet another hour of poking shredded lettuce down the flobberworms' throats。
At the start of October； however； Harry had something else to occupy him； something so enjoyable it more than made up for his unsatisfactory classes。 The Quidditch season was approaching； and O1iver Wood； Captain of the Gryffindor team； called a meeting on Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season。
There were seven people on a Quidditch team： three Chasers； whose job it was to score goals by putting the Quaffle （a red； soccer…sized ball） through one of the fifty…foot…high hoops at each
end of the field； two Beaters； who were equipped with heavy bats to repel the Bludgers （two heavy black balls that zoomed around trying to attack the players）； a Keeper； who defended the goal
posts； and the Seeker； who had the hardest job of all； that of catching the Golden Snitch； a tiny； winged； walnut…sized ball； whose capture ended the game and earned the Seeker's team an extra one hundred and fifty points。
Oliver Wood was a burly seventeen…year…old； now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts。 There was a quiet sort of desperation in his voice a's he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly locker rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch field。
〃This is our last chance my last chance to win the Quidditch Cup；〃 he told them； striding up and down in front of them。 〃I'll be leaving at the end of this year。 I'll never get another shot at it。〃
〃Gryffindor hasn't won for seven years now。 Okay； so we've had the worst luck in the world injuries then the tournamentgetting called off last year Wood swallowed； as though the memory still brought a lump to his throat。 〃But we also know we've got the best…ruddy…team…in…the…school；