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"
A
big
red
one
,
"
said
Neville
.
"
Right
then
,
"
said
Professor
Lupin
.
"
Can
you
picture
those
clothes
very
clearly
,
Neville
?
Can
you
see
them
in
your
mind
's
eye
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Neville
uncertainty
,
plainly
wondering
what
was
coming
next
.
"
When
the
Boggart
bursts
out
of
this
wardrobe
,
Neville
,
and
sees
you
,
it
will
assume
the
form
of
Professor
Snape
,
"
said
Lupin
.
"
And
you
will
raise
your
wand
--
thus
--
and
cry
"
Riddikulus
"
--
and
concentrate
hard
on
your
grandmother
's
clothes
.
If
all
goes
well
,
Professor
Boggart
Snape
will
be
forced
into
that
vulture-topped
hat
,
and
that
green
dress
,
with
that
big
red
handbag
.
"
There
was
a
great
shout
of
laughter
.
The
wardrobe
wobbled
more
violently
.
"
If
Neville
is
successful
,
the
Boggart
is
likely
to
shift
his
attention
to
each
of
us
in
turn
,
"
said
Professor
Lupin
.
"
I
would
like
all
of
you
to
take
a
moment
now
to
think
of
the
thing
that
scares
you
most
,
and
imagine
how
you
might
force
it
to
look
comical
...
"
The
room
went
quiet
.
Harry
thought
...
What
scared
him
most
in
the
world
?
His
first
thought
was
Lord
Voldemort
--
a
Voldemort
returned
to
full
strength
.
But
before
he
had
even
started
to
plan
a
possible
counterattack
on
a
Boggart-Voldemort
,
a
horrible
image
came
floating
to
the
surface
of
his
mind
...
.
A
rotting
,
glistening
hand
,
slithering
back
beneath
a
black
cloak
...
a
long
,
rattling
breath
from
an
unseen
mouth
...
then
a
cold
so
penetrating
it
felt
like
drowning
...
