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It was the fourth day of school, morning. Gryffindor's living room. I'd just co back from an early training session, my brain working diocrely - it was the effect of the Dentors sowhere outside the castle. Such an unpleasant sensation, as if I didn't get enough sleep.
"Scabbers is gone!"
Accompanied by the laughter of the already awake boys, a distraught Ron was running around the living room in his disheveled clothes, trying in vain to find his rat. And for the past couple of days, I still hadn't gone down and checked on Wormtail. Hadn't checked on the basilisk. Hadn't started chopping it up into the right ingredients if it hadn't already been chopped up for parts without at all. I did not believe that it could simply spoil because, firstly, it is cold there. Secondly - basilisk tends to spoil only in the sun at temperatures above fifty Celsius. Anyway, it must be there - I'll definitely check today, right after the DADA lesson.
"Will you calm down already," Seamus clapped Ron on the shoulder, and the redhead looked at his comrade with a kind of desperation. "I'm sure your rat will be found. Do you really feel so sorry for him? You didn't seem to like him very much."
"It's not about ," Ron waved aside and collapsed into a nearby chair. "I will be punished at ho."
He made a characteristic gesture with the back of his hand across his throat and stuck his tongue out, letting us know the depths of his love for his pet.
"Ready for work?" Hermione sat down next to . Quickly she tidies herself up after the workout, and now she clearly slled of the characteristic freshness from the shower. There doesn't seem to be any perfu scents, but sothing elusive...
"Absolutely," I nodded back. "I look forward to my first DADA class."
"Also Runes and Arithmancy."
"Yes, but it's all on a program that's been established and ti-tested for years. With a few additions. What about DADA - it is always an intrigue."
"Professor Lupin should be competent enough. He dodged spells very well on the train, and Protego at the tip of his wand with the spell extinguishing is pretty high level."
"We'll see."
Runes and Arithtic went off without a hitch - the completed howork and the knowledge of several books in the head, albeit far from the necessary volu, allowed us to cope with the tasks set quickly and efficiently. But the DADA...
The audience was the sa as last year. The sa stone walls and thank the Old Man that there are no more of those horrible in every sense Lockhart portraits here. Instead, there were posters with various creatures, their descriptions, and a list of spells to counteract them. Posters visualizing the performance of various simple defense and attack spells. Charts of so sort. Strict and to the point.
The lesson, as always, was with the Slytherins, but to my surprise, while we were in the sa office for ten whole minutes without any supervision, nothing irreparable happened. Well, and fixable too - ours talked loudly among themselves, the Slytherins - quietly. That's all. And so it went on until the door to the adjoining office, the teacher's room, was opened.
"Hello," Professor Lupin walked into the office with a slight smile.
Quite tall, but a little slouchy. Underneath the not-so-new but the high-quality robe was a light brown business suit and old but kind of solid boots.
"You can put aside your textbooks. We're going straight to practice today."
Everyone perked up, and I suddenly realized that the situation was extrely uncertain.
"Co on, get up from your seats, grab your wand, and step up."
As we followed this rudintary instruction, the tables and chairs moved away toward the walls, freeing up the middle of the auditorium. Now that there was visually more space, an enclosed closet with a rose mirror on the door caught everyone's attention. When did it get here? Magic, no less. Soone was definitely in the closet and didn't want to be there - the muffled scraping sounds and shaking of the closet said it all.
"So, kids, anyone has any guesses as to what we're going to be working with today?" Professor Lupin walked slowly between us and the closet. "No? Oh, please."
The professor pointed his gaze sowhere behind .
"Probably boggart, sir."
"That's right, Miss..."
"Brown. Lavender Brown."
"That's right, Miss Brown. There is a boggart in the closet. Who knows how to fight it?"
"Burn it!" - soone shouted, causing an approving hum from the students who realized the essence of this creature.
"That is, no doubt, an effective way to destroy a boggart, Mr...."
"Nott."
"Mr. Nott. But it would be nice if you could na a spell not for destroying, but specifically for counteracting, neutralizing the boggart. Any thoughts? No?"
After looking us over and not finding anyone willing to answer, Lupin smiled.
"This spell is called Riddikulus. You can use it to turn a boggart into sothing funny. Who can tell what it's for and how it helps? Miss in the front row?"
"Granger. Hermione Granger, sir. A boggart has the ability to freely penetrate a victim's mind, reading his greatest fears and taking their guise. The boggart needs this because it feeds on the victim's fear emanations, and the stronger they are, the better for it. The stronger the fear, the more you fear it, the stronger the boggart becos, increasing the ntal impact in the process, increasing the fear, and so on to infinity. Riddikulus is able to break this chain by transforming the boggart into sothing, if not funny, at least not scary."
"An excellent extended answer, Miss Granger. Five points for Gryffindor. Now, let's learn this spell."
Lupin took out his wand from his robe's inner pocket and began to show the gesture, after which we repeated it a dozen tis. Then we repeated the activation word, "Riddikulus."
"Great. Rember to clearly visualize your fear turning into sothing funny and cast the spell. So... who's first?"
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