Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Page #3

Wait until Father hears Dumbledore's

got this oaf teaching classes.

Shut up, Malfoy.

Dementor! Dementor!

- Just ignore him.

- You're supposed to stroke it.

Yeah.

Isn't he beautiful?

Say hello to Buckbeak.

Hagrid, exactly what is that?

That, Ron, is a hippogriff.

First thing you wanna know

is they're very proud creatures.

Very easily offended.

You do not want to insult a hippogriff.

It may be the last thing you ever do.

Now, who'd like to come

and say hello?

Well done, Harry. Well done.

Come on now.

Now...

...you have to let him make the first

move. It's only polite. So...

...step up. Give him a nice bow.

Then you wait

and see if he bows back.

If he does, you can go and touch him.

If not... Well,

we'll get to that later.

Just make your bow.

Nice and low.

Back off, Harry. Back off.

Keep still.

Keep still.

Well done, Harry. Well done.

Here, you big brute, you.

Right. I think you can go

and pat him now.

Go on. Don't be shy.

Nice and slow, now.

Nice and slow. Slow.

Not so fast, Harry.

Slow down, Harry. That's it...

Nice and slow.

Now let him come to you.

Slowly, now, slowly, slowly...

That's it...

Yes!

Well done! Well done, Harry,

well done!

Does he get to fly?

- I think he may let you ride him now.

- What?

- Come on.

- Hey, hey, hey!

Put you over here,

just behind the wing joint.

Don't pull out any of his feathers,

because he won't thank you for that.

Well done, Harry, and well done,

Buckbeak.

That was wicked, Harry!

Oh, please.

Well done, well done.

- How am I doing me first day?

- Brilliant, professor.

You're not dangerous at all, are you,

you great ugly brute!

Malfoy, no...

No!

Buckbeak!

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Whoa! Buckbeak!

Away, you silly creature...

- It's killed me!

- Calm down. It's just a scratch!

Hagrid!

- He has to be taken to the hospital.

- I'm the teacher. I'll do it.

- You're gonna regret this.

- Class dismissed!

You and your bloody chicken!

Does it hurt terribly, Draco?

It comes and it goes.

Still, I consider myself lucky.

Madam Pomfrey said another minute

and I could've lost my arm.

- I can't do homework for weeks.

- Listen to the idiot.

- He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?

- At least Hagrid didn't get fired.

I hear Draco's father's furious.

We haven't heard the end of this.

- He's been sighted!

- Who?

Sirius Black!

Dufftown? That's not far from here.

You don't think he'd come

to Hogwarts, do you?

- With dementors at every entrance?

- Dementors?

He slipped past them once.

Who's to say he won't do it again?

That's right. Black could be anywhere.

It's like trying to catch smoke.

Like trying to catch smoke

with your bare hands.

Intriguing, isn't it?

Would anyone like to venture

a guess...

...as to what is inside?

- That's a boggart, that is.

- Very good, Mr. Thomas.

Now, can anybody tell me

what a boggart looks like?

- No one knows.

- When did she get here?

Boggarts are shape-shifters.

They take the shape of whatever

a person fears the most.

- That's what makes them so...

- So terrifying, yes, yes, yes...

Luckily, a very simple charm exists

to repel a boggart.

Let's practice it now.

Without wands, please.

After me. Riddikulus!

- Riddikulus!

- Very good.

A little louder and very clear.

Listen:

- Riddikulus!

- Riddikulus!

- This class is ridiculous.

- Very good.

So much for the easy part. You see,

the incantation alone is not enough.

What really finishes a boggart

is laughter.

You need to force it to assume

a shape you find truly amusing.

Let me explain. Neville,

would you join me, please?

Come on, don't be shy. Come on.

Come on.

Hello. Neville, what frightens you

most of all?

Professor Snape.

- Sorry?

- Professor Snape.

Professor Snape. Yes, frightens all.

- You live with your grandmother.

- I don't want it to turn into her, either.

No...

...it won't. I want you

to picture her clothes.

Only her clothes, very clearly,

in your mind.

- She carries a red handbag...

- We don't need to hear.

As long as you see it, we'll see it.

Now, when I open that wardrobe...

...here's what I want

you to do. Excuse me.

Imagine Professor Snape

in your grandmother's clothes.

Can you do that?

Yes. Wand at the ready.

One, two, three.

Think, Neville, think.

Riddikulus!

Wonderful, Neville, wonderful!

Incredible! Okay...

...to the back, Neville.

Everyone, form a line...

Form a line!

I want everyone to picture the thing

they fear the very most...

...and turn it into something funny.

Next! Ron!

Concentrate. Face your fear.

Be brave!

Wand at the ready, Ron.

Riddikulus!

Yes!

You see? Very good, very good!

Marvelous! Absolutely, very, very

enjoyable! Parvati! Next!

Show us what you see.

Keep your nerve. Steady.

Riddikulus!

And next! Step up, step up!

Wonderful, wonderful!

Here!

Riddikulus!

Right. Sorry about that.

That's enough for today.

Collect your books from the back.

That's the end of the lesson.

Thank you! Sorry!

Sorry, you can have too much

of a good thing.

Remember, these visits to Hogsmeade

village are a privilege.

Should your behavior reflect poorly

on the school...

...that privilege shall not

be extended again.

No permission form signed,

no visiting the village.

That's the rule, Potter.

Those with permission, follow me.

Those without, stay put.

I thought if you signed it,

then I could...

I can't. Only a parent

or a guardian can sign.

Since I am neither,

it would be inappropriate.

I'm sorry, Potter.

That's my final word.

Forget about it, guys. See you later.

Professor, can I ask you something?

You want to know why I stopped you

facing that boggart, yes?

I thought it'd be obvious.

I assumed it would take the shape

of Lord Voldemort.

I did think of Voldemort at first.

But then I remembered that night

on the train...

...and the dementor.

- I'm very impressed.

That suggests what you fear the most

is fear itself.

This is very wise.

Before I fainted...

...I heard something.

A woman...

...screaming.

Dementors force us to relive

our very worst memories.

Our pain becomes their power.

I think it was my mother...

...the night she was murdered.

The very first time I saw you, Harry,

I recognized you immediately.

Not by your scar, by your eyes.

They're your mother, Lily's.

Yes.

Oh, yes. I knew her.

Your mother was there for me

at a time when no one else was.

Not only was she

a singularly gifted witch...

...she was also

an uncommonly kind woman.

She had a way of seeing

the beauty in others...

...even, and most especially, when that

person could not see it in themselves.

And your father, James,

on the other hand...

...he...

He had a certain, shall we say,

talent for trouble.

A talent, rumor has it,

he passed on to you.

You're more like them

than you know, Harry.

In time, you'll come to see

just how much.

Honeyduke's Sweetshop is brilliant,

but nothing beats Zonko's Joke Shop.

We never got to go

to the Shrieking Shack.

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