REINCARNATED IN Harry Potter

The flight of Fat lady.

In no time at all, Defense Against the Dark Arts had become most people favourite class. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of slytherin had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin.
"Look at the state of his robes," Malfoy would say in a loud whisper as
Professor Lupin passed. "He dresses like our old house-elf."

But no one else cared that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and
frayed. His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first. After
boggarts, they studied Red Caps, nasty little goblinlike creatures that lurked
wherever there had been bloodshed: in the dungeons of castles and the
potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to bludgeon those who had gotten
lost. From Red Caps they moved on to kappas, creepy water-dwellers that
looked like scaly monkeys, with webbed hands itching to strangle unwitting
waders in their ponds.

Renevia was as happy with all of her classes even Snape seem to not hate her as much as he hate other Gryffindor.
The story of the boggart assuming Snape'sshape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes, had traveled through the school like wildfire. Snape didn't seem to find it funny. His eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville worse than ever.

Harry was also growing to dread the hours he spent in Professor
Trelawney's stifling tower room, deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols, trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney's enormous eyes filled with tears every time she looked at him. Renevia just sighed whenever she notices it. She couldn't like Professor Trelawney,even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunchtimes, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didn't. They had also started using hushed voices whenever they spoke to Harry, as though he were on his deathbed.

Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures, which, after the action packed first class, had become extremely dull. Hagrid seemed to have lost his
confidence. They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look
after flobberworms, which had to be some of the most boring creatures in
existence. Renevia sometimes would slid in a bar of chocolates in his pockets , she thought it will make him better. Professor Lupin and her both are chocolates lovers will sometimes share some with each other.

"Why would anyone bother looking after them?" said Ron, after yet another hour of poking shredded lettuce down the flobberworms' slimy throats.

At the start of October, however, Harry had something else to occupy him,
something so enjoyable it more than made up for his unsatisfactory classes.
The Quidditch season was approaching, and Oliver Wood, Captain of the
Gryffindor team, called a meeting one Thursday evening to discuss tactics for
the new season.

There were seven people on a Quidditch team: three Chasers, whose job it
was to score goals by putting the Quaffle through one of the fifty-foot-high hoops at each end of the field; two Beaters, who
were equipped with heavy bats to repel the Bludgers , a Keeper, who defended thegoalposts, and the Seeker, who had the hardest job of all, that of catching the Golden Snitch, a tiny, winged, walnut-sized ball, whose capture ended the game and earned the Seeker's team an extra one hundred and fifty points.

Oliver Wood was a burly seventeen-year-old, now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. There was a quiet sort of desperation in his voice as he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly locker rooms on the edge of the darkening Quidditch field.

"This is our last chance - my last chance - to win the Quidditch Cup," he
told them, striding up and down in front of them. "I'll be leaving at the end of
this year. I'll never get another shot at it.