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The Boggart in the Wardrobe
Thewardrobeshookagain,thoughnotasmuchasNeville,whowalkedforwardasthoughhewereheadingforthegallows.
"Right,Neville,"saidProfessorLupin."Firstthingsfirst:whatwouldyousayisthethingthatfrightensyoumostintheworld?"
Neville’slipsmoved,butnonoisecameout.
"Ididn’tcatchthat,Neville,sorry,"saidProfessorLupincheerfully.
Nevillelookedaroundratherwildly,asthoughbeggingsomeonetohelphim,thensaid,inbarelymorethanawhisper,"ProfessorSnape."
Nearlyeveryonelaughed.EvenNevillegrinnedapologetically.ProfessorLupin,however,lookedthoughtful.
"ProfessorSnape...hmmm...Neville,Ibelieveyoulivewithyourgrandmother?"
"Er—yes,"saidNevillenervously."But—Idon’twanttheBoggarttoturnintohereither."
"No,no,youmisunderstandme,"saidProfessorLupin,nowsmiling."Iwonder,couldyoutelluswhatsortofclothesyourgrandmotherusuallywears?"
Nevillelookedstartled,butsaid,"Well...alwaysthesamehat.Atallonewithastuffedvultureontop.Andalongdress...green,normally...andsometimesafox-furscarf."
"Andahandbag?"promptedProfessorLupin.
"Abigredone,"saidNeville.
"Rightthen,"saidProfessorLupin."Canyoupicturethoseclothesveryclearly,Neville?Canyouseetheminyourmind’seye?"
"Yes,"saidNevilleuncertainty,plainlywonderingwhatwascomingnext.
"WhentheBoggartburstsoutofthiswardrobe,Neville,andseesyou,itwillassumetheformofProfessorSnape,"saidLupin.
