Hermione, Ron, and Alphard were sitting at the Gryffindor table while Dumbledore delivered his speech.

"Professor Lupin seems like a good teacher," said Hermione.

"Yeah, he is quite nice, better than Lockhart, I believe," added Ron.

Meanwhile, Alphard was looking at his sister at the Slytherin table. She was sitting alone, considering that Draco hadn't shown up yet. She looked tired, her smile had faded, and she appeared paler than the last time he saw her. Her gray eyes held tears, and he knew it because, after all, she was his twin sister. She was looking at the headmaster, listening carefully.

"Welcome!" said Dumbledore, the candlelight shimmering on his beard. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast...." Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued,

"As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business."

"They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds," Dumbledore continued, "and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises -- or even Invisibility Cloaks," he added blandly, and Harry and Ron glanced at each other. "It is not in the nature of a dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I, therefore, warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the dementors," he said.

"And another thing, I want you all to welcome Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties."

Of course, Professor Snape, the Potions master, was staring along the staff table at Professor Lupin. It was common knowledge that Snape wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job but failed. When she turned her eyes to meet Alphard's,

"Are you even listening to us?" said Hermione.

"Hum... umm..." said Alphard.

"Honestly? Harry, pass me that glass of juice," said Hermione.

Next morning, they had Transfiguration, and everyone was listening carefully about Animagus. Meanwhile, Rosalie was sitting on her chair next to the window, looking at the foggy sky, deep in thought.

"Miss Black," Rosalie turned her head. "What plant does a wizard need to complete the transformation?" said Professor McGonagall.

"A Mandrake, I believe," said Rosalie in a low voice.

A small smile appeared on McGonagall's face. "Very good, 10 points to Slytherin." Slytherins were happy, meanwhile, the Gryffindors were kind of jealous.

The class ended, and as Rosalie was walking with Pansy Parkinson to Care of Magical Creatures,

"You know, Trelawny's class is wild. It's a pity you didn't sign up for it," said Pansy.

"Divination is not my thing. It's a waste of time, I believe," said Rosalie.

They headed toward Hagrid's class but were a bit late. Harry had succeeded; he played with Buckbeak. When Draco came up with another stupid idea, he went forward despite Hagrid's warning and fell to the ground.

"He killed me! Aaaa!" yelled Draco.

"For heaven's sake, shut it, Draco," said Rosalie.

"I'm in pain; that freak should be dead. My father will hear about this," said Draco.

"He didn't do anything. You were too dumb to not follow the instructions!" said Alphard.

"Enough, I am taking you to Poppy," said Hagrid, as he took Draco between his two arms, followed by Blaise and Pansy. Everyone came back to lunch in the Great Hall.

Rosalie held her timetable in her arm; DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts) is next.

Everyone went to Professor Lupin's class. Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills, and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room.

"Good afternoon," he said. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags? Today's will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands."

A few curious looks were exchanged as the class put away their books. They had never had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson before, unless you counted the memorable class last year when their old teacher had brought a cageful of pixies to class and set them loose.

"Right then," said Professor Lupin when everyone was ready. "If you'd follow me."

Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum.

Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away; then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song.

"Loony, loopy Lupin," Peeves sang. "Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin --"

Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers. Everyone looked quickly at Professor Lupin to see how he would take this; to their surprise, he was still smiling.

"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves," he said pleasantly. "Mr. Filch won't be able to get into his brooms."

Filch was the Hogwarts caretaker, a bad-tempered, failed wizard who waged a constant war against the students and, indeed, Peeves. However, Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin's words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry.

Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand.

"This is a useful little spell," he told the class over his shoulder. "Please watch closely."

He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, "Waddiwasi!" and pointed it at Peeves.

With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves's left nostril; he whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing.

"Cool, sir!" said Dean Thomas in amazement.

"Thank you, Dean," said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. "Shall we proceed?"

He led them down a second

corridor and stopped, right outside the staffroom door.

"Inside, please," said Professor Lupin, opening it and standing back.

The staffroom, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filed in. His eyes were glittering, and there was a nasty sneer playing around his mouth. As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind him, Snape said, "Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this."

He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him.

"Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."

Harry looked at him furiously.

"I guess Neville didn't major in caring about irrelevant opinions,professor" said Alphard.

The class gasped; Remus looked at his 'godson' as if he saw Sirius again. A smile was on his face, meanwhile, Rosalie giggled. She had thought about the same sentence in her mind two seconds before he said it.

"You little bra-"

"Well, I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation," he said, interrupting Snape. "And I am sure he will perform it admirably."

And with that, Snape left.

"Now, then," said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class toward the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

"Nothing to worry about. There's a boggart in there. Well, Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces. Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks -- I've even met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice," he said.

"So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a boggart?"

"It's a shape-shifter," she said. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."

"Couldn't have put it better myself," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione glowed. "So the boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.

"This means," said Professor Lupin, choosing to ignore Neville's small sputter of terror, "that we have a huge advantage over the boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Harry?"

Trying to answer a question with Hermione next to him, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet with her hand in the air, was very off-putting, but Harry had a go.

"Er -- because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?"

"Precisely," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione put her hand down, looking a little disappointed. "It's always best to have company when you're dealing with a boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a boggart make 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.

"This class is ridiculous," whispered Draco to Rosalie.

"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 come in, Neville."

"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?"

"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 uncertainly, plainly wondering what was coming 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 comical."

"Everyone ready?" said Professor Lupin.

He 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 floor-length black hair.

A skeletal, green-tinged face, resembling a banshee, emerged from the boggart. It opened its mouth wide, unleashing an unearthly sound—a long, wailing shriek that made the hair on Harry's head stand on end. "Riddikulus!" shouted Seamus. In response, the banshee made a rasping noise, clutching her throat; her voice vanished. With a crack, the banshee transformed into a rat, which circled its tail, then morphed into a rattlesnake, slithering and writhing before becoming a single, bloody eyeball. "It's confused!" Lupin shouted. "We're getting there! Dean!" Dean stepped forward. With a crack, the eyeball turned into a severed hand, flipping over and crawling along the floor like a crab. "Riddikulus!" yelled Dean. There was a snap, and the hand was trapped in a mousetrap. "Excellent! Ron, you're next!"

Ron leaped forward. With a crack, a giant spider, six feet tall and covered in hair, advanced on Ron, clicking its pincers menacingly. For a moment, Harry thought Ron had frozen. Then, "Riddikulus!" bellowed Ron, causing the spider's legs to vanish; it rolled over and over.

"Very good, Weasley."

"Black next," said Lupin.

Alphard and Rosalie glanced at each other, and the professor realized there were two of them.

"My apologies. Well, the oldest goes first," said Lupin.

Alphard stepped forward, and it transformed into his father in ragged robes, causing Rosalie's heart to sink. "R-Riddikulus," stammered Alphard, and it turned into a small cat wearing a hat. "Excellent, Alphard! Rosalie, you're next."

Rosalie advanced. With a crack, it changed into Alphard Black I, Cygnus Black III, Orion Black I, Pollux Black I, and Arcturus Black IV.

"You are a Black after all, great-niece. Never forget that," said Alphard I. With an evil simle

"The most noble and ancient House of Black counts on you, granddaughter. I'm sure you'll do great," added Rosalie's grandfather.

"Don't worry, Uncle Alphard, Grandfather,you may rest in peace" said Rosalie. She took her wand and said, "Riddikulus." With a crack, it transformed into a black dog playing with a ball. She smirked, surprising everyone as it was not a real fear, almost like a family meeting.and there was professor lupin ho was a bit shocked

"Alright, good. Harry, you're next." With a crack, it changed into a Dementor. Professor Lupin rushed toward Harry, saying "Riddikulus," and it turned into a white balloon, eliciting laughter from everyone. Rosalie suddenly noticed a scar on Lupin's face, the tired looks—a balloon resembling a moon. "He's a werewolf," she thought, realizing she should have been in Ravenclaw.

"Well, let me see... five points to Gryffindor and Slytherin for every person who tackled the boggart—ten for Neville, who did it twice—and five each to Hermione and Harry."

"But I didn't do anything," protested 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."

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