Chapter 487 Regret goes with the wind (repaying debt)

Draco clenched his fists and walked toward Neville menacingly, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and confusion. The tense atmosphere in the narrow box was almost suffocating.

Rogge held Draco's shoulders calmly and gently picked up the badge of the Jackdaw Magic Society. He said nothing, glanced at Neville, and then his eyes fell on the badge.

A black crow is perched on a dead branch, holding a bouquet of blooming lily of the valley in its beak. The four white petals sway gently in the breeze, exuding a peaceful fragrance.

This badge not only represents the identity of the Jackdaw Magic Society, but also Neville's hard work and sweat over the past few years.

Three years ago, when the Jackdaw Magic Society was first established, Neville won the respect and recognition of the members with his achievements and talent in herbal medicine.

Although his memory was not stable at that time, he successfully protected the glory of this badge with his unremitting efforts and persistence. The lilies of the valley blooming one after another represent his achievements.

However, on this calm day, on the Hogwarts Express, Neville Longbottom suddenly announced his resignation from the Magic Society, as if a bombshell detonated in the compartment.

Hermione and Daphne sat across from each other, staring at Neville dumbfounded. Their faces were also full of anger, but more of them were confused and confused about Neville's decision.

Rogge took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. His fingers gently rubbed the badge, and there was a hint of imperceptible sullenness in his tone. "Longbottom, what is going on? If you insist on quitting, we at least have the right to know the reason." Although his voice was calm, it could not hide the fluctuations in his heart.

Feeling Rogge's sharp sword-like light, Longbottom responded cautiously: "My parents said that I should join Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix instead of..."

His voice gradually deepened, as if what he was about to say would be difficult for him to say, especially in front of his Slytherin classmates.

"Not what?" Draco asked loudly, his voice full of disdain and anger, "Is it because we are Slytherins and our parents were Death Eaters? Longbottom, you traitor..."

Draco's emotions were extremely aroused, and his fists were clenched, as if he was about to swing at Longbottom opposite him in the next second. After a summer of Quidditch training, Draco's physique had become stronger, while Longbottom's slightly chubby figure seemed a little flinched in such a confrontation.

Rogge forcefully pulled Draco back, his voice low and firm: "Draco, you are the prefect and represent the honor of Slytherin. We cannot let people in other houses watch the joke at this time. "

His reminder calmed Draco down for a moment. Draco looked down the aisle, where the Gryffindors were watching curiously and the Weasleys had undisguised mockery on their faces.

He grunted heavily, his fingers tightening around his wand, a spark of revenge flashing in his eyes. He almost wanted to wave his wand and turn the redheads outside the door into slugs.

But Rogge signaled with his eyes many times that he finally restrained his inner impulse. At this moment, staying calm is more important than anything else.

Rogge turned to Neville and read the truth from his self-reproaching look: he did not leave the Jackdaw Magic Society out of his own will, but under the orders of his parents. Perhaps in the Longbottoms' view, Slytherin's pure-blood wizards could never be trusted.

The so-called Jackdaw Magic Society may be the predecessor of another dark wizard organization.

His frown gradually relaxed, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips, and he asked: "Has your stimulation therapy begun to take effect?"

"Yes." Neville nodded, with a hint of relief in his voice: "Professor Dumbledore has provided a lot of help. My parents have returned to their sanity under the spell of love."

"The spell is very effective." Neville continued, with a hint of excitement in his voice, "They can recognize me now, and they can also recognize grandma..."

Then, the voice slowly weakened. His eyes looked at Rogge's calm face from time to time, as if seeking understanding and support.

"Congratulations." Rogge responded calmly, with no anger or disappointment in his tone. "In this difficult era, every strength against Voldemort is precious."

The Dark Lord's name caused the crowd around to scream, and the students outside the door quickly dispersed. Only Harry and his friends stayed, looking forward to what would happen next with a hint of schadenfreude.

"I bet Neville won't quit smoothly." Ron whispered, with a hint of joking in his eyes, "The Jackdaw Magic Society is just like the team once formed by the Dark Lord. Everyone in it will become The evil dark wizard."

His words were full of vicious pleasure: "My father said that the wizarding world in the United States has been involved in the war. The principal should take decisive action to ban this dangerous organization..."

"Ahem." However, his smugness was interrupted by a deep cough. Professor McGonagall stood behind them, her lenses flashing with a dazzling white light.

As the accompanying teacher on the train this year, she shoulders the important responsibility of protecting Harry and other students. Her stern eyes hidden behind square glasses made Harry and his friends flee back to their box like frightened rabbits.

She had learned about Neville's withdrawal from the Jackdaw Magic Society in the past few days. After the Longbottoms regained their senses, they showed great concern for all Neville's affairs.

When they learned of Neville's romance with a Veela, they enthusiastically praised their son's courage and defiance of the pure-blood ideal. However, when they discovered that the organizer of the Jackdaw Magical Society was actually the son of a Death Eater, they sternly demanded... no, ordered Neville to quit.

As key members of the Order of the Phoenix, the Longbottoms hoped that Neville could become Professor Dumbledore's reliable partner and comrade-in-arms just like them.

Especially considering that their son was still in Gryffindor and living in the same dormitory as the "Boy-Who-Lived" Harry Potter, they immediately realized the implications.

This is no coincidence, but a careful arrangement by the principal. However, during his four years at Hogwarts, Neville not only failed to become Harry's best friend, but instead stood against Harry under the influence of the Jackdaw Magical Society.

The Longbottoms were determined not to allow their son to be corrupted by pure-blood ideas. They hoped that Neville would stand unwaveringly in the Order of the Phoenix's camp just like they did.

After a long time, Neville finally got the love of his parents. Although it was difficult, he agreed to their request. As soon as he boarded the train, he applied to withdraw from the Jackdaw Magic Society.

Rogge stared at the badge he designed and sighed deeply: "Longbottom, the Jackdaw Magical Society is free." He only called the other person's last name, with a touch of alienation in his tone.

"How I wish the lily of the valley above could be in full bloom." He said as he smiled and held the badge tightly, and the power gradually increased in his hands.

In the silent carriage, a harsh breaking sound suddenly sounded, and the badge shattered into countless pieces in his palm.

"Since you made the application, I will naturally agree." He spread his palms, and the image of the jackdaw had disappeared, leaving only the broken branches and vines.

The lily of the valley swayed gently on it, making a crisp sound, but at this moment, the sound sounded extremely dull. Rogge placed the fragment in front of Neville and said in a low voice: "Goodbye, Longbottom."

Neville's eyes were filled with tears. He stared at the lily of the valley, and his body trembled involuntarily. He felt that he had made a big mistake. He should not have blindly followed his parents' words and should not have quit the Jackdaw Magic Society. His heart was full of contradictions and pain, and he deeply regretted his decision.

However, the done deal is irreversible.

He held up his lily of the valley numbly, his heart filled with endless regret and pain. In his mind, he replayed every moment he spent at Jackdaw Magic Club: studying together, playing with friends, and even the embarrassing moment of being hung upside down from the ceiling.

Everything is so clear, as if it happened yesterday. However, these precious memories are now out of reach, even as their images become ever more vivid in his mind.

He tried to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only choke silently. Under Draco's angry gaze, Neville picked up his luggage and walked out of the carriage step by step, each step seeming to tear his heart apart.

Professor McGonagall witnessed all this, and she gently patted Neville on the shoulder, trying to give him some comfort. She was angry at the Longbottoms' bigoted behavior. In her opinion, they were too lenient and forced her son to follow the same path just because she was a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

How is this approach different from those wizards who are full of pure-blood ideas?

Although Professor McGonagall sympathized with Neville's situation, things had happened, and once Neville said the words to quit the Jackdaw Magic Society, it could not be undone. Throughout the whole process, Rogge didn't say anything to hold back, or even showed any anger.

He just crushed Neville's badge and let Neville go free as he wished.

Roger's body leaned back slightly and leaned against the partition of the carriage. He remained silent, no one knew what he was thinking.

His silence may be a sign of respect for Neville's decision, an acceptance of the unchangeable facts, or a deep reflection on the future. Regardless, the Jackdaws have lost their herbalist.

The sound of the whistle was carried by the cold wind outside the window, turning into a horizontal line of white mist. They then disperse and turn into vapor in the wind. The Hogwarts Express is still moving forward unswervingly, as if it were the first time it was placed on the tracks, never changing.

Roger stared at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, and the words of his mother Jessica suddenly came to mind: "The style of this train may be a bit outdated, but it carries the beautiful imagination of the magical world for every child who steps on it. "

At this moment, he deeply felt the weight of history carried by this train. It was so real and so intimate. Countless people have set off here and embarked on their own magical journey.

It carried Dumbledore, and it also carried Tom Riddle... Its passengers laughed and joked on it. Perhaps once upon a time, there were wizards like Neville who left their own societies due to quarrels.

But no matter what happened, the express train always moves forward, with people getting on and people getting off, but none of this will affect its mission.

As the sky gradually darkened, the setting sun sank behind the mountains, leaving a rose-red afterglow on the ground. Rogge looked at this charming brilliance and the Hogwarts Castle getting closer and closer, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

This train, this school, this magical world, no matter how many storms it goes through, it is always so charming and so desirable.

Rogge breathed out gently, and the depression and anger in his heart seemed to be expelled from the body along with the turbid air. He felt that his mind had become more open-minded, and now he only felt a trace of regret about Neville's withdrawal from the club.

The help I once gave myself has become more of a gift between friends. If it happened again, Rogge would not crush Neville's badge, but return it to him with a smile. Now, he won't regret it.

"Madam, please stop for a moment." Roger stopped the salesperson with a friendly smile on his face, "Can you bring us some crucible cake, fruit soda and multi-flavor beans?"

"Rogg, are you okay?" Hermione and the others looked at him worriedly, wondering why Rogge, who was originally depressed, suddenly became so happy.

"Don't worry." Rogge patted Hermione's head skillfully and distributed the snacks to everyone in the carriage. He also joked: "If Mr. Theodore can be more generous, how can we be short of soda? "

After many years, he picked up braised beans again. Unfortunately, the first one tasted like vomit. Of course Rogge didn't swallow it, but spit it out immediately.

But this time, he didn't give up, nor did he blame the manufacturer for being irresponsible. He picked up a bean again and put it into his mouth without hesitation, chewing it as if savoring the diversity and uncertainty of life.

"Strawberry flavor." The corners of his mouth raised, and a happy smile appeared on his face, "No wonder everyone likes Bibi's multi-flavor beans. Come and try them, maybe you have worse luck than me."

There was a kind of light humor in his words, which gradually enlivened the atmosphere in the carriage. Neville's withdrawal from the Magic Society was gradually accepted by everyone and was no longer a heavy burden.

As a new student, Ariana stood awkwardly next to Rogge and others. She looked at the castle that turned into a black silhouette in the distance, feeling filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

"Let's go take a boat ride." Hermione took Ariana's hand and ran forward, excitedly shouting back: "I can take a boat ride to school for the second time."

Her enthusiasm and excitement infected the people around her, and everyone smiled helplessly, guessing that she would be rushed back by the Care of Magical Creatures professor, Wilmina, who was leading the team.

"Strange, where is Hagrid?" Daphne suddenly thought of something, looked around and said, "He used to lead the team." There was a hint of doubt in her tone.

"That stupid big guy might be kicked out of the school." Malfoy muttered in a low voice. He had always disapproved of Hagrid and even looked down on him.

Rogge smiled. Although he did not fully agree with Malfoy's attitude, he also felt that Hagrid was not suitable as a professor.