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 Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 12:20 pm
  Third Year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is held on Mondays and Wednesdays at 1:00 pmLocated on Hogwarts' third floor is the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The room is bright with the curtains of the large windows always open. The windows themselves will sometimes be open depending on the weather. At the head of the classroom, there is Professor Kim's desk and a chalkboard, which is usually full of seemingly random notes but they'll usually eventually relate to a lesson.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 3:14 pm
Third Year
[ ] Finite/Incantatem
[ ] Boggarts/Riddikulus
[ ] Grindylows
[ ] Hinkypunks
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2025 6:19 pm
  An almost rhythmic thumping filled the classroom as Eric finished putting together the last few things for class. The sound was coming from a crate that sat at the front of the classroom, that sat there thumping and shaking. Every so often, it’d mix things up and emit a sort of scratching noise. For something that supposedly liked being in enclosed spaces, boggarts always seemed quite grumpy with all the noise they made.
“Yeah, we get it. You’re scary,” Eric said in a flat tone, as he passed the crate and went to the board. He absentmindedly rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing some of the deep scars that covered his arms. He wrote a few things on the board, wondering in the back of his mind how this lesson would go. It was always interesting to see students attempting to quite literally face their worst fears. He’d seen a little bit of everything in the few years he’d been teaching Riddikulus. Everything from spiders to the kids seeing themselves as murderers. Eric knew full well what this boggart would become if he went near it. A large wolf, covered in blood. He had mostly come to terms with being a werewolf, but he still had a deep fear that someday he would lose control and condemn someone else to this. He was used to his condition, but that didn’t mean it was easy.
It was then that the first of the students began to file into the room, many of their eyes drawn to the thumping crate. No doubt at least a few of them had a pretty decent guess of what was in there. It wasn’t completely uncommon for wizarding homes to get a boggart taking up residence somewhere. He’d had to remove one from his family’s Jumak once. After a few minutes, he began.
“For those of you who haven’t guessed yet, today we’re learning about boggarts and, more importantly, how to get rid of them.”He stepped around the crate. "A Boggart is a shape-shifting creature that will assume the form of whatever most frightens the person who encounters it. In this very loud box, I have a boggart. I’ll be releasing it and having each of you practice the banishing charm. But first, I should probably teach it to you.
“The incantation in itself is easy. Focusing well enough to actually make the spell work is where the difficulty comes in. Even if you know you’re facing a boggart and you think you are fully prepared for what it’ll turn into, being face-to-face with your greatest fear makes anyone a bit jumpy. The key is to focus on something you find funny and say the word, ‘Riddikulus.’” He enunciated the word, taking care to pronounce each syllable.“Now if you’ll say it along with me.”
He watched as the classes pronounced the spell a few times. “Good. Now, if you’ll all make a line right here,” He said, pointing to a spot right in front of the crate, “We’ll get started. Remember, think of something funny. If you don’t get it right on the first try, that is completely understandable. This can be a difficult spell. I’ll stay right here in case anyone ends up needing help, but I think you can all do it. I’ve been very impressed with everyone’s skill over the past few years.”
With that, he flashed a smile and shot a spell towards the crate, throwing the lid open. If nothing else, this would be interesting.
  
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