CHAPTER THREE
“Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces,” said Professor Lupin. “Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds,
the cupboards under sinks—I’ve even met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock.”
To face your fear, first make it appear;
It’s lurking behind the door—
So open your books, on tenterhooks,
To page three hundred and ninety-four.
Boggarts are ghoulish, so make 'em look foolish,
Then howl like a lunatic...
An “Expelliarmus” might render them harmless,
But “Riddikulus” should do the trick!
Pressed for time? Wait for the chime—
Heed the Professor’s words;
You'll be a lock to beat the clock
If you turn it back by thirds.
Plow your furrow to Hagrid's burrow
To prevent the full-moon fracas
An “Awooo!” or two ought to do
Against the lycanthrope animagus.
