Harry Potter – The New Dawn - Chapter 39

The more I discovered about these creatures, the more I was terrified of the implications this carried. Just thinking that a ghost could turn into such a dark and harmful being terrified me. And we were only talking about a newborn, if his ghost could transform so it could happen with the ghost of an a.d.u.l.t. It would turn into some other kind of creature or follow the same path as the dementor.

To think what could become of Hogwarts if the large number of ghosts that are there were transformed. The more I thought about this the more I disliked the idea because the vast majority of these ghosts had not died a pleasant death so to speak. While my mind wandered into these terrible thoughts, my great grandfather continued his explanation.

”As you may have noticed, the boggart is a kind of ghost, it is because of this that it feeds on emotions, in its case on fear. But it also has a peculiarity that I’m sure you already notice by your look. If the boggart not only feeds on fear since his way of hunting is to transform himself into what the person fears the most and try to get as close as possible. Normally what happens is that that person defends himself or runs away.”

My great grandfather said while looking to the closets. He swallowed as if imagining something horrible and said. ”But there are cases in which the person is paralyzed with terror and what happens is that the boggart gets close enough to drag him to his hiding place. If he succeeds, it will not matter if his hiding place is a simple drawer, he will be able to lock up his victim and then disappear. We don’t know exactly how it consumes it but after a couple of days, the boggart will return to its hiding place and continue to wait for its next victim.”

What my great grandfather had just told me would explain many things about these beings. And why they always try to get closer slowly to avoid terrorizing their victim and getting them out of range. With the information he had given me, I was able to deduce what was next. And I told him. “Then the boggart uses fear to weave its mantle as if it were a worm weaving its cocoon.”

He looked at me and laughed to himself realizing how quickly I had understood the process. I could see a bit of pride for me in his eyes, while he kept laughing to himself, he shook his head from side to side and said to me.

”You are almost completely correct. More than a cocoon, what the boggart is creating is a w.o.m.b to finish growing. This process takes him decades since he uses something immaterial to create something clear material that this process is accelerated if he manages to catch a victim, also that is why a boggart when becoming a lethifold is invulnerable to everything except emotions made magic.”

My great grandfather quickly walked over to one of the walls where the dark fabrics were, what I now realized were actually the lethifolds that my family had captured, and motioned for me to come closer. He quickly removed one from the wall. The lethifold quickly took on the appearance of a cape that gently levitated. And at a slow pace, it began to try to get away from us.

Seeing it move was the most curious thing he had ever seen. It was like watching a cartoon ghost move. It only took someone to pull the lethifold to discover that there was nothing under it. At that my great-grandfather took the lethifold in one hand, which made a very poor attempt at defending itself. Possibly for all the time, he was locked up he did not have the strength that was common in these beings when suffocating their prey.

”Look closely inside to see a slit. You could say that that slit is the mouth of the lethifold. ” Once I saw inside my grandfather put the lethifold back on the wall. This twisted trying to escape again but did not succeed and hung again

“This is the shell of a dementor.”

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