Weakness
Ginny Weasley, at the age of twelve, was suffering from a terrible hangover that left her with splitting headaches, dry mouth and a tendency to laugh at the sight of a wine bottle.
Harry Potter, at the age of thirteen, was feeling the beauty of spring, fresh and rosy after a playboy treatment, and facing life positively, finishing his homework on time, with only a few after-effects: sharing his medicine. Once, Harry kindly recommended that to Snape and was killed on the spot by the dictionary, the magazine confiscated. From then on, he would have a headache when he sees a dictionary.
Hermione Granger, at the age of thirteen, was putting more and more pressure on herself, and more and more anger on others. The only entertainment in the day, apart from frantic study and research, was bullying Ron and picking on Ginny.
Ron Weasley, at the age of thirteen, was living a precarious life with nothing to do but study and research frantically with Hermione. For nearly a month Mary Sue had made no progress in her search, and Hermione took her anger out on him, strangled him if she spoke uncarefully, and was in constant danger of not seeing the sun tomorrow.
Remus Lupin, at the age of thirty-three, caught a bad cold sitting in his office overnight during the flu season and was quarantined for a week to recuperate, with other teachers doing all his work for him.
Severus Snape, at the age of thirty-three, was substituting for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and before he had even started writing a lesson plan, Aquamarine came to him and jammed a lesson plan, saying, uncle Sev~ I've written you a chapter on werewolves~ I love werewolves~ He didn't want to accept it, he couldn't stand the sound of "uncle Sev" and the rapturous wavy lines behind it. He finished teaching about werewolves with black lines on his face.
In this season of crisp autumn and crazy red leaves, everyone feels like they've blended into the ocean, feeling bluer than ever.
Day after day, life went slowly, as usual, the HESSAC situation also did not get better, the Astoria that night as bold and unrestrained as an alpha male disappeared, the petite little girl reappeared, just like Aquamarine who is loved and cherished by everyone, making everyone in HESSAC's face ashen.
If there was any consolation in the monotony of the days, it was that the relationship between Scabbers and Crookshanks was getting better and better, Tom and Jerry were closing in on each other. Nowadays, Crookshanks willingly carry Scabbers around, put the mouse on its head, wandering around, especially under beautiful girl dresses, whenever they were found they would put out the innocent and lovely eyes like Pikachu.
A week later, after recovering from a serious illness, Professor Lupin was released to a warm welcome from his classmates. The students were very excited at the thought of following the professor to harm those small magical creatures.
Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were in class together that day, and they entered a large staff room, empty except for a cupboard. Luna cheerfully raised her hand to ask.
"Who are we bullying today, Professor?
"We're bullying Boggart today." Lupin sensed something was wrong as he spoke. "Haha… Miss Lovegood, you speak so wickedly… "
Literally, after learning the basics of Boggart, with a little practice, they proceeded to ravage an innocent Boggart who had never violated the law and the constitution. On the surface it's a 1v1 battle, in fact, it's a row of people waiting to "ridicule" the opponent, double torture of the body to the soul.
Some students got together to talk about the scariest thing in order to push the envelope, and as the conversation progressed, Boggart was surprised by what he's about to change. Towards the end of the class, Luna, who had been loitering in the back, approached the Boggart and said:
"I fear the financial crisis and inflation."
Boom! Boggart blew itself up! Got eternal relief…
The bell started, the students happily out of the classroom, in groups, talking and laughing. As he looked at the seemingly innocent backs, all Lupin wanted to say was, "Kids are scary these days… "
Luna seemed to enjoy the lesson very much and talked about it all the way.
"Boggart is lovely. I wonder why the creator put them in our recycling bin in the first place." As Luna said this, noticing Ginny's absence of mind, she picked up her wand and poked her. "You listening?"
"I wonder why Boggart is ignoring me?"
Several times in class, Boggart had approached Ginny, but no matter how hard she concentrated on her fears, Boggart had turned his back on her and wandered off somewhere else.
"So what if he ignored you, probably because you caught him, he might hold a grudge," said Luna brightly.
"Even so, grudges shouldn't be held against me… " Ginny thought of Astoria. "I feel as if these Boggart bastards despise me!" Ginny was getting more and more annoyed.
"Why, he dares! So many people despise you, who was he to say!"
"Yeah! That's what… " Thinking about it, Ginny could not help feeling that Luna wasn't saying something very nice. "I still feel uncomfortable… "
"I'll break it down for you." Luna thought for a moment. "They probably didn't respond to you because, one, you're ignorant. Ignorant people are fearless, so you're fearless. Two, you are too weak, even weaker than a Boggart, they have no interest in attacking you… "
"Isn't it the same meaning as despising me?"
"Don't worry, there are still three to go. Three, what horrible things were you thinking of?"
"My mum and my sister… "
"Maybe it's not them you're afraid of in your heart. What you're really afraid of is something abstract, something you can't express in concrete forms, like a financial crisis."
"I like that explanation." Ginny's mood brightened and her steps lightened as she and Luna continued their conversation.
"I wish Dumbledore had a Boggart hidden in his office. I wonder what a whimsical a hundred-year-old man like him would be afraid of."
This made Ginny stop and stand still, as Luna turned and poked her again.
"Come on, we have Herbology next."
"Luna, do you know when Slytherin's DADA is?"
"Umm… I think it's right after us."
Ginny clapped her hands in delight, shoved her bag at Luna, and ran back.
"Help me take my bag back, and tell Professor Sprout I wouldn't be there, you can make up whatever reason~~~"
"Okay~~~Be careful~~~" Luna agreed without hesitation, caught the bag and went forward.
Whatever reason… Then I'll tell Professor Sprout that Ginny Weasley has been abducted by aliens.
Ginny hurried back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts practice room and saw that several Slytherins were already in it. She looked around the practice room, and there was another room to her left. She pushed the door open and entered, grateful that it was empty, and looked at the ceiling, where she was surprised to see a loose spot in the southwest corner.
Ginny clambered up to the broom closet against the wall, balancing precariously on the chairs and tables, and gave the piece of the ceiling a push. With a push, the plank moved away, and she clawed her hands tightly around the edge of the hole, giving herself a push, and vaulted through.
Nice! Step one was successful! I have a gift for being an assassin!
In the spirit of the assassin's caution, Ginny, while admiring herself, covered the ceiling with her hand, lit her wand again, held it in her mouth, and crawled on both hands. The decaying ceiling creaked alarmingly as she crawled toward the training room. Listening, there was what sounded like a lecture below, and Ginny pulled out a knife and gently pried up a piece of the ceiling to see what was going on below.
Suddenly, her wrist was pressed, she almost cried out with shock, fortunately, the other hand was in time to cover her mouth.
"Got some guts now do you? Who sent you?" A low breath sounded beside her ear.
"Nobody sent me. I came to visit."
"Nonsense! You're even coming up to the ceiling! Tell the truth, or orange carrot in and red carrot out!"
"I surrender, I surrender… Carrot?"
Her grip loosened, and Ginny turned to see Astoria smirking behind her, a carrot in her hand.
"You again?" said Ginny disapprovingly.
"I was gonna say the same thing."
"What are you doing here?
"Same as you. Satisfying my curiosity."
Astoria said nothing, waved her hand to Ginny to get out of the way, and, leaning close to one of the ceilings, she ran the nail of her index finger through the crack and pressed her thumbs at either end of the scratch so that the ceiling fell half an inch and opened a clean crack.
Astoria bent over and watched, leaving one end for Ginny.
Much like the procedure in the previous lesson, Lupin led the students through a few spells after a brief explanation, then lined up the two houses and took turns tackling a boggart.
The two girls on the ceiling watched with relish the antics of the boggart and the students.
"Ha-ha… How fun would it be to see Draco take this lesson… " Astoria begins to fantasize.
"I want to see Hermione's too."
"You could come back tomorrow."
"I have classes."
"Skip them then, " said Astoria, slamming Ginny's head down. "Look, here comes the grand finale."
One by one, those who had practised the spell advanced to the end of the line. At last, Aquamarine stepped forward, her face angry. She raised her hand, told everyone around her to get out of the way, and glared at Professor Lupin, who was standing nearby:
"Professor, you are very thoughtless. Don't you understand you invaded students' privacy by letting everyone deal with Boggarts in public?" And waving her wand, she conjured a curtain to float around it, and before she entered, She muttered bitterly, "The carelessness of Gryffindor."
Students and the professor were petrified on the spot.
The curtains were so that it was virtually impossible to see what was going on inside. Ginny and Astoria smiled at each other and shook hands historically.
Boggart was driven into the Aquamarines curtain, the two sides confrontation a few seconds, "bang" a sound, the Boggart disappeared, Aquamarine suddenly pale, but the instant blood surged into the top of the head, straight violent veins, see a few enemies general, murderous billow. The angel's face disappeared, and all her organs were filled with burning anger, like a balrog bursting from hell, full of nothing but hatred.
She didn't raise her wand at all. She raised her foot like she was stomping on the floor! One step! One more step! As if to crush something, its past and future, its meaning in the world, everything connected with it! Trampled to death!
Ridiculous pictures, ridiculous sounds, even more ridiculous than "Riddikulus." But neither the listener nor the viewer could laugh at the dull stamping, which was as heavy as a Titan and seemed to cut into one's heart.
Finally, the sound stopped, water blue son put up the curtain surface sink like a water jilt door walk. The two men on the ceiling did not move for a moment, and Astoria said through gritted teeth:
"What the hell has that Boggart changed into?"
"I saw it… " Ginny whispered in Astoria's ear,
A cockroach!
Astoria's whole body shook so violently and she laughed so noiselessly that Ginny feared the ceiling would fall apart. Laughing at the edge of the struggle with death for a long time, Astoria very not easy to pick up a life, the belly already dull pain.
"I should have guessed… Ha ha… " She tucked the strange laugh into her hand, trying not to spread it. "They are the only ones that can scare Super Mary… "
Super Mary… Should not be the mushroom hat one right… Ginny was uncomfortable with the term for some reason she couldn't tell.
"Tori… That doesn't look like fear."
"Who are you calling Tori? " said Tori, offering Ginny a carrot. "That's hate, hate to the point of fear, or fear to the point of hate… "
Astoria pulled open the end of the carrot, took out a cigar, and lit it at the thin end.
In the darkness, a red glow was extinguished and a few pale rings of smoke were curling up.
"Ah… A concentric circle… " Astoria watches the smoke dissipate and changes to a more comfortable position, murmuring to herself, "Super Mary Sue, up there, can't stand being weak, can't stand being strong… A cockroach is such a thing, both weak and strong, a balance of coexistence, humble and unshakable. For the ones who see the world as toys, people as dolls, the biggest hate and fear is to see such a reality. To live so truly is to make a mockery of their very existence… Haha... I see."
"Hey... Astoria… "
"What, shocked by my deep remarks~~~"
"What is Super Mary Sue?"
"...Ah… My shoulder is kinda sore… "
"What was the Mary Sue you just said?"
"...Oh, there's ash on my skirt..."
"What is it?"
Astoria did not interrupt, but stubbed out the cigar and stuffed it back into the carrot. She looked at Ginny and opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
"It is… something you'll know when you grow up."
"Then how would you know?"
"Er… Oh Merlin!" Astoria pushed Ginny away angrily. "Didn't you see I was pretending to be a grown-up? Pretending to be a grown-up means you have to say something you don't understand! No matter how many times you ask me I still don't understand what I was saying!"
Astoria lashed out at Ginny for not cooperating, leaving her feeling unfulfilled by pretending to be thirteen. No matter how hard Ginny pressed her, she was still talking nonsense. They watched in the dark for a while, waited until the room below was empty, and then crept back to the entrance and down to the floor.
The corridor on the fourth floor was now empty and filled with the setting sun, and Ginny and Astoria were walking slowly one behind the other.
"Hey." "Astoria said quietly.
"Huh?"
"You want to know what scares me most?"
"Umm..."
"Fog." Said Astoria suddenly, and a moment later she turned her back at Ginny again.
What… Ginny opened her mouth but eventually didn't ask anything.
When they reached the bottom, they were about to go their separate ways, and as they parted, Astoria hesitated:
"Just now on the ceiling… I'm behind you… I've always wanted to tell you that… "
"Tell me what!" Ginny was excited for thinking the truth was in front of her.
"That panda on your panty is drawn very cutely!"
