Chapter 106 We have to find a way to go out at night (Second update~Please subscribe~)

The chattering little wizards stopped discussing.

Ron also stopped fighting with Neville.

Everyone looked curiously, they wanted to know what Harry was afraid of - in their impression, Harry had always been "lawless" and had never been afraid of professors. Even Professor Snape could face it calmly when he met the dark wizard.

He is also very courageous and willing to stand up.

There is rarely an expression on his face, whether happy or angry.

Just like some little witches discussed in private, it is indeed in line with the style of the "Gryffindor Lion" in their fantasy.

"Professor, you don't seem to want me to come over." Harry walked to the front of the crowd, still some distance away from entering the Boggart's transformation range.

"I believe you." Lu Ping smiled vaguely, "You shouldn't be afraid of him."

He was really not used to the brainy "Potter".

With just one glance, you can tell what you are worried about?

Then you shouldn't worry anymore.

Ron was stunned.

"Funny."

She turned her head, looked back at Harry, and her tone became gentle: "Harry, what do you think? We train three or four times a week."

Had a quick meal in the auditorium at noon.

Hagrid stopped in front of a fence.

Lupine has always been worried that Harry is most afraid of Voldemort. It would be great fun to have that person appear in the classroom. However, yesterday's contact made him feel that Harry is not afraid of that person, at least the one he fears most.

It will never be that person.

Everyone has something to fear.

"Everyone, come here." Hagrid waved his hand, "Don't gather so tightly, spread out a little."

"Duel training!"

This class is so happy, why does it end in this way?

Harry replied: "That's Li Fire, a very powerful black magic. He used it when Tom and I fought in the Chamber of Secrets."

"as well as--"

The Boggart read the message from the tip of the iceberg.

It was a scene of two things that I feared most, stitched together.

"No, Harry is not afraid that the castle will be destroyed, but he is afraid of losing the present..." Hermione corrected him. Halfway through, she got stuck and her face turned slightly red, "those existences that are worth cherishing."

There was a series of rapid sounds, as if the Boggart was exploding for fun, it only made harsh popping sounds out of thin air, and nothing happened.

They began to like the professor.

Wait until all students have arrived.

She is a smart little witch.

"About the determination and confidence in casting spells, each person should go back and write an essay, five inches."

The lectures are decisive and humorous, and he is generous with bonus points, although not nearly as many as Lockhart.

Hagrid waved his hand: "Great, everyone, come with me. As the first lesson of the school year, I have something good to show you. I promise, this lesson will be very exciting."

"What is that black flame?" Ron gritted his teeth, changed the topic, and asked, "I don't think I have seen or heard of that kind of curse."

But this scene...

Ron was very confused and said in a strange tone: "No, why did you call me on a date?"

Although it is still unclear whether the prophecy refers to Voldemort.

He was worried about Horcruxes.

"I have no problem, but you..." Harry frowned, "That thing should have an impact on your body?"

"It's training!"

Read the line above.

He is also very determined to become a strong person.

He was worried that if he encountered any obstacle that he could not overcome, Harry would be unable to recover.

Harry looked expressionless and raised his wand.

The frost and snow extinguish the fire, and the fire melts the frost and snow, and they kill each other.

This tall man was specially dressed up, wearing a brand new moleskin coat. Fang stood at his feet, grinning, but wagging his tail happily at every little wizard.

The Slytherins were indifferent to this. They didn't really think highly of Hagrid, a gamekeeper who hadn't even finished Hogwarts and whose species was still open to question.

Ron was about to tilt his head to the side.

Moreover, he felt that Harry was too smooth sailing and did not encounter any setbacks.

Potter is indeed Potter.

"You will be liberated when the heavy snow falls."

Lupine was alert and tightened his grip on his wand.

Heavy snow, black fire, these conflicting and contradictory images combine to form a sentence.

Harry also realized this and relaxed his mind a little.

Occlumency?

This creature can read the mind, but it cannot break through the blocked brain.

She pulled out the parchment.

There was a louder "pop" sound, and the Boggart finally couldn't bear it and exploded, sending out a puff of green smoke and then dissipated.

Occlumency re-locked his mind, and the castle twisted and began to "crack" again, trying to find a flaw in Harry's impeccable brain.

The corpse on the ground stood up, the man put on women's clothes, and danced happily with four little swans.

"I have seen the transcripts from the past two years, and they are a complete mess."

Hermione didn't understand either.

They wanted to focus on a certain thing, and he focused on a whole castle and a group of people.

The little bit of wand exposed at the bottom was very familiar to him. It belonged to no one else but his own - cedar wood, eleven inches.

Ron suddenly understood: "So the short red-haired man hanging on the tree is me?"

The witcher is fearless, and he also wants to know what he is afraid of.

Hermione nodded: "So, Harry, are you worried about that prophecy?"

Harry hesitated: "Maybe it was picked up by a cat?"

"A paper about the Boggart, detailing its existence, living habits, and coping methods other than funny spells, four inches."

"How could I die that way?"

It's unbelievable that Harry would worry about this? He's only in his third year, doesn't he worry too much?

Hermione looked among the group of corpses and found someone with brown hair and a figure similar to hers. It should be her. This made her not know whether to relax or to raise her heart.

Harry nodded.

Harry had a good attitude towards admitting his mistake.

He was also worried that the world he left would have to face the Wild Hunt—the legendary, extremely powerful enemy, what would happen to Geralt, Vesemir, and Ciri...

boom--

Harry shook his head but said nothing.

The little wizards immediately whined and complained.

Harry stepped forward.

Ron's pupils shrank, and he understood what Hermione meant, and stammered: "Will the mysterious man come back in winter? This semester, again?"

This Professor Lu Ping really surprises them at every turn.

Can't wait to start transforming.

They are intertwined, entangled, turbulent and full of malice.

Twisted, a corner of the castle stretches out, like the tower of Hogwarts, and you can also see a bit of Kaer Morhen, making the two castles blend together.

A total of nine inches of paper will be written.

They didn't even have time for a lunch break and had to rush to the next class. Hermione was even busier than them. Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies went together.
To be continued...