Fukuzawa and Twain
"There's a Boggart in the closet, now you will come one by one and use the Ridikkulus spell on him," Fukuzawa said in a calm, resonant voice, as if he hadn't just demonstrated his greatest fear here to the whole class. Some people still could not believe that the most menacing-looking teacher at Hogwarts is afraid of being ignored by a cat. But the lesson went on, and it was worth thinking about what scares the rest. - Line up.
- Let Mark be the first! - heard the voice of one of the students of the stream. The others immediately caught him.
- Yes, let Twain go forward, if he really is not afraid of anything, then the Boggart will not even be able to appear!
Mark felt himself being pushed straight onto the landing in front of the closet. Now he could no longer be as brave as usual, because he had to face his own fear. And he didn't know what he was afraid of. I didn't know how to make it funny. But to show that he doesn't know something would be to downplay his coolness, so Mark didn't even lose his smile.
- Are you ready, Mr. Twain? The professor asked, looking sternly at him and clearly adding a hint to his voice.
- I think so, sir!
- Then where is your wand?
A chuckle passed through the class, and Twain realized that he had left his wand in his bag and it would have been too humiliating to go after it now. And unworthy of the coolest third year.
- I won't need it, professor! The guy said confidently. "The Boggart won't be able to form next to me!
- Is that so? Fukuzawa's eyebrow twitched nervously, but nothing more. - Well, let's see.
Fukuzawa had long been accustomed to this student's antics and knew that it would be dearer to argue. So he just opened the closet.
Mark even moved a little closer with impatience. In part, he really wondered what he could be afraid of and what was now hiding in the dark corners of the closet.
He didn't have to wait long. Soon, another Mark came out of the closet, who smiled broadly and looked exactly like the original. The real Mark felt his legs grow heavy. Is he ...
- Is Mark afraid of his copy appearing? Really? Someone asked behind him, and the class burst into laughter. The frightened Twain, who is actually a Boggart, looked funny, which only intensified the laugh. It's good that none of the students saw that the original's face was twisted in the same frightened grimace. The students didn't see, and Fukuzawa won't tell anyone.
Twain thoughtfully went to get his wand out of his bag. No, he understood that he was not afraid of his copy, but that someone as beautiful as himself would appear, and then he himself would have to become even better, but then ... To be so beautiful would be almost a crime.