Harry Potter 03 - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

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, backing 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 swinging a huge crimson handbag from his hand.
    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 blood-stained, bandaged mummy; its sightless face was turned to Parvati and it began to walk towards her, very slowly, dragging its feet, its stiff arms rising –
    ‘Riddikulus!’ cried Parvati.
    A bandage unravelled at the mummy’s feet; it became entangled, fell face forwards 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 and a skeletal, green-tinged face – a banshee. She opened her mouth wide, and an unearthly sound filled the room, a long, wailing shriek which 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! – becoming 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!’ almost 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 summarise it for me … to be handed in on Monday. That will be all.’
    Talking excitedly, the class left