Chapter 220

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-Nights' House-

It was only a few days before the start of my third year at Hogwarts, and I was currently in the special room in my suitcase.

In these days that passed I returned to Knockturn Alley, only this time I had used the Polyjuice potion to change my appearance.

Back in Knockturn Alley I had managed to buy a Boggart from one of its many shady shops, and now I was intending to face it.

The reason I want to face a Boggart now instead of in DADA class with Lupine is simple.

I want to find out what the thing the Boggart will turn into when he sees me, since even I don't know what my biggest fear is.

I could wait to find this out in my DADA class, but the fact that I don't know what my biggest fear is makes me consider it a terrible idea.

The Boggart could transform into the Voldemort I saw in the Forbidden Forest, or he could transform into the Basilisk of the Chamber of Secrets, and those two options would only raise too many questions from the teachers and the other students, and I didn't want that.

And that's not even the worst thing that can happen.

This is my second life, so the Boggart can turn into something I was afraid of in my first life, and depending on my fear the fact that I am a reincarnated can be revealed, or at least it can generate a lot of doubt.

I know I'm being very cautious, but I prefer caution to naivety and recklessness, especially when it might screw me up in the future.

"Hmm, it would be a little sad if I were doing all that, only to find out in the end that my biggest fear is something like cockroaches" I muttered, cocking my head to the side and looking curiously at the trunk with the Boggart inside, "But it would be fun if my Boggart turned into some fictional horror movie character like Freddy Krueger. The purebloods would be terrified" I laughed.

"Actually, that gave me a great idea for a prank," I said to myself, but then I shook my head and got back to the main subject.

The trunk in front of me was shaking and I could hear scratching sounds coming from inside it, and I could feel confused emotions coming from the Boggart, but two emotions that towered above the others were anger and fear, and I was surprised since I didn't expect such emotions coming from this creature.

I then drew my wand, and with a slight wave I opened the lock on the trunk, and then a black mist came out of it.

Mist began to spread across the floor of the room, reaching and covering my feet, but I still hadn't taken my eyes off the trunk.

And as I looked at the mist that started to take shape, I felt my body sweating cold unconsciously, and before I could think about why I was shaking, I saw him appear.

In front of me now, towering over me and using the mist for cover was a dark shadow with fierce, cruel amber eyes.

I felt my legs give out, and I looked at the creature in front of me with a strained breath.

The creature started looking at me, and my mind started to get confused, so much so that I didn't even notice that my eyes started to glow, Magic Vision being activated by itself.

With my Magic Vision on I could think rationally again and I could see the creature's magic in front of me, but the only thing I saw was a small gray ball of light.

Blinking my eyes quickly I raised my wand, now reminding myself that what was in front of me was a Boggart and not the creature from my nightmares and visions.

"Riddi—" Just as I started reciting the Boggart-banishing spell something strange happened.

The Boggart in front of me began to shake, and as if it were glass, it began to crack, and I felt a presence in the back of my mind fading, or rather, being torn apart.

"What the hell?" I said, not knowing how to react.

And then, in an explosion, the Boggart in front of me exploded into thousands of pieces, with each piece turning to mist and disappearing.

And as I looked at this scene in amazement I felt a headache hit me, and I immediately knelt on the floor holding my head, and the last thing I heard before I passed out was an angry roar in the back of my mind.

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-Some minutes later-

"Urgh... What happened?" I wondered sitting up, still holding my head, confused and disoriented.

I then looked around the room I was in, and I saw the open and empty trunk beside me and realized I was on the floor.

"I fainted?" I wondered, not remembering what happened after the Boggart exploded, and when I tried to use occlumency to search my memories, a small headache would start to creep in.

"What the fuck happened? How and why the hell did the Boggart explode? And why did I pass out?" I asked myself, standing up and looking around.

"The Boggart was destroyed? That shouldn't be possible, he's a amortal creature" at this point I didn't understand anything anymore.

I don't know what "killed" the Boggart, but whatever it was I knew it was connected with the creature of my dreams and with my fainting.

Now the question was, why did this happen and why did I pass out, but no matter how much I thought about it I couldn't come up with an answer.

"Damn it" I swore, "Sigh... At least now I know it was a good choice to face a Boggart now than in Lupin's class" I said, rubbing my temples.

I then went back to looking around, still feeling the remnants of the Boggart's magic scattered around the room after its destruction.

"Now how am I going to explain to Professor Lupine that I won't be able to participate in your practical class with Boggart?" I wondered, feeling another kind of headache hit me.

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-September 1st - Hogwarts Express-

"And I thought Muggles couldn't impress me" Anthony said, and then he looked at me and Stephen who were looking at him with a raised eyebrow, "No offense of course"

"Don't worry, I didn't feel offended at all," Stephen said dryly.

"I wasn't that surprised as I'd been to the Muggle part of London with my parents once, but it was a long time ago and we hadn't walked around the place that much" Terry said.

Listening to them Michael huffed, "It's just that you haven't seen the best part yet. Amusement parks, arcades, movie theaters. Ethan just took you to the less interesting places" he said looking at me.

"I didn't see you helping me organize the tour," I snapped, and Michael just shrugged.

"Well I disagree" Anthony said.

"Me too. I'm still amazed that there's a watch-only shop in that big building," Terry said playing with the new watch on his wrist, which was made of silver and leather. Simple yet elegant, "What's the name of that place? Is it shopies?" he started to say.

"It's shopping center" I corrected him.

"Yeah, this place you said," he said, and I rolled my eyes in amusement, and Michael just grimaced.

"But if it was me organizing the tour I—" Michael started to speak, but he stopped mid-sentence when he felt the train suddenly slow down.

"Huh? Why did the train stop? We're not there yet," Terry said, looking at the watch on his wrist.

"Maybe your watch is broken" Anthony suggested with a shrug.

"No, I'm pretty sure it was working when I left the house," Terry said.

Stephen then got up from his seat and went to the compartment door, opening it and sticking his head out to look at the corridors of the train, finding more students doing the same as him.

"Did the train break down?" Michael asked, and Stephen turned to him.

"Isn't this a magic train? Shouldn't it, I don't know, fix itself if it breaks?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, I had forgotten that all items and magical things fix themselves when they break," Michael said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Well then what do you think is going on?" Stephen asked crossing his arms and looking defiantly at Michael.

Michael then started to give his suggestion as to what might have happened, but I wasn't paying attention to their conversation as I was using my magical sonar to sense if anyone was approaching the train.

The boys' argument stopped just as the compartment's lights flickered on and off, and then a chill took over the sharing, with a light coating of ice covering the windowpane.

And with my sonar I could feel that some creatures with despicable magic were boarding the train. And besides the dementors that boarded the train, I could feel dozens of them circling in the outside.

'They're here' I thought, gripping my wand tightly.

End.

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(End AN: Hmm, just a few days to go until the start of the World Cup.

Are you excited for this? Will you cheer for your country's team? I intend to support my country's team.

GO BRAZIL!!

No joke about 7x1 here 😅)