"…Get out of the way, Harry."

Eileen drew her wand and walked forward expressionlessly.

The air seemed to instantly thicken, and Professor Lupin's face changed drastically.

Before he could react, the "Eileen" that Harry had conjured up suddenly burst into a series of joyful laughter, grabbed the blood-dripping Quaffle in her right hand, and aimed it at the silver-haired little witch in front of her, who was holding up her wand.

"Wait—"

*Boom!*

The next moment, a beam of scarlet light suddenly lit up.

As if an earthquake had occurred, the Hogwarts faculty lounge shook violently.

Immediately afterward, a powerful shockwave spread through the room. Lupin lost his balance for a moment. He staggered, trying to squint as he looked at the end of the lounge, where the scarlet beam finally disappeared.

It was as if a dragon had landed on the lake surface. The marble floor on both sides of the beam's path had all been overturned.

The old wooden cabinet used to store robes had completely disappeared. In its place was a dilapidated, grotesque, huge stone hole, through which the tables and chairs in the Great Hall could be faintly seen.

With just one strike, the spell had directly penetrated the meter-thick stone wall of Hogwarts Castle.

"Glug—"

Lupin couldn't help but swallow.

Even Professor Dumbledore probably couldn't have done better with such monstrous destructive power, could he?

He finally understood why Harry's Boggart had taken that form. Anyone who witnessed, or experienced such a terrifying attack, would find it difficult not to feel fear in their heart—the fear of death.

Was Dumbledore overestimating him by asking him to teach this troublemaking witch?!

Of course, those were things for later.

What was worse at the moment was…

Compared to the horrific scene behind, "Eileen" on the beam's path was still standing unharmed.

The Boggart paused for a moment, looking somewhat confused.

Then, as if sensing a delicious prey, its gaze swept back and forth across the faces of the trembling young wizards in the classroom, finally settling on Eileen, who was standing half a meter away from it.

With another crackling sound, the space where "Quidditch Eileen" had been standing was now occupied by an Eileen wearing a wizard's robe.

It was a very strange scene, as if there were two identical Eileens in the room. They simultaneously raised their wands, mirroring each other, and coldly aimed them at each other. An unsettling red light shone at the tips of their wands—

"H-How is this possible…" Lupin murmured, stunned.

Logically, a Boggart should transform into the form that its current focus fears most.

But from Eileen's current performance, she wasn't afraid of another "self"—few people are afraid of themselves in the mirror, especially an identical appearance and movements—this was the least likely to inspire fear.

Unless—

Lupin's gaze swept rapidly across the room, taking in dozens of pale young faces.

This scene, this appearance, could effectively frighten most of the people present at the same time.

"Wait, Eileen, don't use offensive spells—you're strengthening its power!"

Lupin quickly reacted and shouted loudly.

Faster than his voice was another clear, rapid incantation.

"Riddikulus!" Hermione shrieked.

A burst of noise, and one of the Eileens suddenly tripped.

A mismatched wooden step suddenly appeared on the marble floor. "Eileen" stepped on air and fell directly into the staircase trap. The small figure instantly disappeared for the most part, leaving only a single ahoge waving angrily from side to side.

"Well done! Harry, go!"

Professor Lupin breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly.

Harry, who had come back to his senses, hurried forward, passing the frozen Eileen.

*Smack!*

The previously sickly "Yandere Eileen" who had been juggling the blood-dripping Quaffle reappeared. She looked at the trembling Harry with a playful look, the Quaffle aimed at the little boy's face, approaching him menacingly—

"Riddikulus!" Harry yelled.

"Eileen" suddenly stepped on her right foot with her left, fell forward on her face, and took a loli faceplant.

Eh?!

Wait! Something's wrong!

This is… a social death scene, isn't it?!

Eileen finally reacted and rushed forward in a panic, ready to salvage her dignity.

Just then, she suddenly felt her footsteps sink, as if she was caught in some kind of viscous quicksand—she turned her head quickly and saw Dumbledore putting down his right hand like a thief, revealing an awkward rather than a gentle smile.

"Malfoy!" Professor Lupin called out.

Draco Malfoy stepped forward reflexively.

*Smack!*

Eileen reappeared in the lounge, her lake-blue eyes full of coldness and unfamiliarity. She looked coldly at the blonde-haired boy in front of her, her right hand vaguely strangling Draco's throat, her left hand holding an ice cream cone without any ice cream.

"Ri-Riddikulus!" Draco decided and chanted firmly.

The next moment, a large mass of ice cream balls suddenly began to emerge from the empty ice cream cone.

"The Force Choke Eileen" frantically opened her hands, trying to hold the ever-increasing ice cream balls. Her hair, face, and clothes were covered in sticky ice cream, making her look quite embarrassed and cute.

"St-Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Eileen hurriedly shouted loudly, rushing forward.

*Smack!*

The embarrassed Eileen disappeared.

For a moment, everyone looked around blankly, wondering where it was.

Then, they saw an old military green backpack on the floor in front of Eileen. On the front of the backpack were several cartoon stickers of yellow-skinned hamsters. Other than that, there was nothing special about it.

"This isn't common, is it, Albus…"

Grindelwald frowned, looking at the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor beside him in confusion.

"So you understand what Eileen fears most in this world?"

"That depends on what's inside the bag…"

Dumbledore shrugged and looked thoughtfully not far away.

"…"

Eileen took a deep look at the backpack and gently pressed down on it with her hand.

The familiar touch and sound, even without opening it to take a closer look, she knew what was inside—the backpack was empty except for some opened wrappers, with no food scraps left.

In the hours before her death, she had deeply imprinted these into the depths of her mind.

"Huff…"

Eileen raised her wand and gently tapped it on the backpack.

"Riddikulus!"

*Smack!*

The next moment, white mist began to pour out of the military green backpack.

In less than half a second, the dense white mist completely engulfed Eileen's figure.

…

Familiar ceiling.

The girl looked up, glancing at the glaring fluorescent light.

To her right, next to the bedside table, a cardiac monitor was beeping rhythmically.

She vaguely heard the voices of doctors talking outside the door.

"Fortunately, the rescue team arrived in time and found her. The patient is still a bit weak, but there's nothing seriously wrong with her… If there are no accidents, she can be discharged and go home in two or three days at most—"

Rescue team?

That's right—of course—

Eileen looked around her surroundings quite greedily.

She never expected that the hospital ward she feared most as a child would become the most hilarious and ridiculous place she could imagine.

But…

Eileen looked at the wand in her hand and the silver hair draped over her shoulder in her peripheral vision.

It wasn't just a dream after all, the world had changed—she couldn't go back.

But… this seems alright too…

She shook her head and chuckled softly with mixed feelings.

"Ha!"

The mist surrounding Eileen suddenly exploded.

This time, the Boggart didn't continue to transform. It turned into countless tiny wisps of smoke and disappeared.

"Excellent! That's it!"

Professor Lupin's voice rang out as he clapped happily.

"You saw that power can't destroy a Boggart. But laughter, especially heartfelt joy that dares to challenge fear, can scare it away or even directly dispel it. Well done, everyone. Let's see… Gryffindor gets five points for Miss Granger's display of excellent composure—and Miss Kaslana gets five points too."

"But I accidentally blew up the wall of the lounge…" Eileen said carefully.

"This is a bit of compensation and reward for your… um, those remarkable sacrifices in class today. I must apologize to you, and express my respect and gratitude for your subsequent tacit agreement."

Lupin looked at Eileen earnestly, then clapped his hands easily.

"Very good, everyone is very good, a great lesson. Homework, please read the chapter on Boggarts and write a simple summary… submit it before class next Thursday. That's all."

Eh?

Tacit agreement???

Eileen froze for a few seconds, then instantly remembered the old codgers who had tampered with things to obstruct her during class.

She turned around abruptly. She didn't know when, but the two old wizards who had been sitting on the side of the faculty lounge had sneaked away, leaving only an empty sofa—Hmph, I'll remember this grudge!

The entire class left the faculty lounge, chatting excitedly.

However, Eileen wasn't happy.

In the short span of a lesson, the majesty of the demon king that she had painstakingly cultivated for more than a year had been completely lost.

Not far away, Hermione, who had subdued "Eileen" first, had become the center of her classmates.

Draco was generously recounting the story before the start of school, and Harry was being teased by several boys for being afraid of the Quaffle;

Hermione was helping Neville condemn his uncle, and two other girls were laughing hysterically at the flat faceplant;

And there were discussions.

Dean was talking in awe about the hole Eileen's spell had blasted…

The joys and sorrows of humans are not interconnected. Eileen only found them noisy.

Why?

Does a kind little angel have to endure such suffering?

Thanks to her unremitting efforts, Professor Snape no longer had to be troubled by the cross-dressing turmoil, but the brightest moonlight in Hogwarts had unexpectedly become a new substitute. This was too unfair.

She never expected that she would be the first victim before the "Half-Blood Prince's" social death?!

Eileen trailed behind, muttering under her breath with a face full of resentment, and unknowingly lost track of the main group returning to the classroom.

But, it's not a big deal, since it's almost time for the end of class anyway.

On the other hand, Eileen also wanted to be alone for a while.

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Eileen walked along the empty corridor, grumbling to herself.

Although she didn't know where she was, where she came from, or where she was going, the "person" who suddenly appeared in front of her, looking equally preoccupied, could definitely help her answer—the Gryffindor resident ghost, Nearly Headless Nick.

At this moment, Nearly Headless Nick was gazing melancholically out the window, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"…Does not meet their criteria…just half an inch, if that…"

"Hey, hello, Nick!" Eileen waved cheerfully.

"Hello, eh…hello?"

Nearly Headless Nick was taken aback, looking around.

His long curls were topped with a very fashionable, feathered hat, and he wore a knee-length tunic with wheel-shaped ruffles, concealing the fact that his neck had been almost completely severed. He was as ethereal as a wisp of smoke, and Eileen could see through his body to the dark sky and pouring rain outside.

Half a second later, Nick suddenly realized and lowered his head.

"Why aren't you with your friends, are you troubled? Miss Kaslana."

Nick said, folding a translucent letter and hiding it in his tunic.

"Well, aren't you too?" Eileen raised an eyebrow.

This Gryffindor resident ghost floated a bit too high, and wasn't as cute as Peeves at all.

And, that look around just now…

It's really irritating!

Nick, immersed in his own world, didn't notice the anger on Eileen's face.

Or, even if he did see it, he might think that Eileen was thinking about her own troubles.

"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved his hand elegantly, "A trivial matter… It's not that I really wanted to participate… I thought I could apply, so I just tried it out, but it seems I still 'don't meet the criteria.'"

His tone was nonchalant, but the deep pain on his face betrayed his true thoughts.

However, Eileen didn't have the mood to comfort Nick at this moment.

Just as Mr. Lu Xun once said: When you have a moment of joy, sharing it will bring two moments of joy; when you have a moment of sorrow, completing a successful act of adding fuel to the fire, you may be able to turn sorrow into joy.

"Oh, a trivial matter… Then just let it go, time will heal everything."

Eileen raised her head, pouring cheap chicken soup for the soul with sincerity.

It's just not joining the Headless Hunt, compared to the experience she just had, it's far from comparable.

How many people can complete a social death at the age of twelve?!

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