Chapter 76

Solim was really a little angry right now. Neville's performance just now was really ...... The moment the elf came out, Neville was startled, and then he looked around nervously, instinctively wanting to see what the others were doing, but what he saw was the chaotic students, the screaming girls, the boys running around, and some clever ghosts hiding under the table. So Neville also learned to hide under the table, but his body was a little fat, and finally let the elves pull out, in the whole process of being dragged out by the elves, Neville just waved his hands indiscriminately, he just wanted to dare these elves to go, but he used the most stupid method, from beginning to end he didn't have any intention of taking out his wand.

These solim are seen from the beginning to the end, and the more they look, the more angry they become. Neville was a little cowardly, this Solim had known it for a long time, but he really didn't think that after he had taught him, he would still be so virtuous. In this case, he even forgot that he was a wizard, and even forgot to pull out his wand. Even if Neville pulled out his wand and was snatched away by these elves, Solim thought about it, but Neville didn't mean to pull out his wand at all from beginning to end, and in his panic, he forgot that he still had a wand to use!

"Where's your wand?"

"In ...... On me. Neville opened his mouth, trying to breathe a little more air.

"Then why didn't you just take it out, and would rather use your hands in vain to chase these elves away than use a wand?" do you want to tell me this?" asked Solim, holding his hands.

"I ...... I...... Didn't think about it at the time. Neville was a little sluggish, but he knew that Solim was angry.

"Solim, put Neville down first. He seemed a little out of breath. Hermione walked over and said to Solim in a consultative tone.

The windows in the classroom were all smashed by these elves, many of them flew out of the windows, and now there are very few elves left in the classroom, and some of the elves who are left behind also hide themselves behind the table legs, behind the curtains, or behind some teaching aids, they are not making a fuss now, they are all staring at the wizards in the classroom.

"Let him hang there, let him sober up. Solim didn't look back.

If Solim was a little angry just now, now Solim is about to reach the level of anger.

"Neville......" Draco opened his mouth to remind Neville of something. It was interrupted by Solim.

"Shut up! Draco, I'd like to see when he remembers. "

Neville was still hanging from the chandelier and struggling when Harry and Ron came over.

"What's going on? Why don't you put Neville down?"

Solim wasn't in the mood to deal with either of them right now.

"I'll ask you again!Neville Longbottom!!Where's your wand!," the utterance almost came out of Solim.

Now, even if Neville is sluggish, he knows what's going on. He struggled to pull his wand out of his clothes—Neville's position was inconvenient. But then something happened that everyone couldn't bear to look at - maybe Neville was struggling, maybe it was a slight lack of oxygen, maybe it was Solim's expression and tone that scared him...... Anyway, Neville's wand slipped out of his hand as soon as he took it out.

The sound of the wand falling on the floor was crisp - the floor of the classroom was stone and there was no carpet.

Solim's face twitched, and with a wave of his hand, the wand he had bought for Neville flew into his hand. "I'll give you one more chance, Neville, one last time, and if you can't, then you'll hang there forever. With that, he slipped his wand into Neville's hand, which was still hanging.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, the first time they had seen Solim's unfought spellcasting.

Neville gripped his wand tightly and began to figure out how to get himself off the chandelier. However, he chose the most stupid solution, and he cast a cutting spell backwards to cut the rope of the chandelier, but in doing so he smashed the heavy chandelier to the ground.

Solim saw Neville come down, and regardless of whether he was hurt or not, he turned around and left. Draco glanced at Neville, who was lying on the ground humming, and followed.

"Neville, are you alright? The three Gryffindors immediately surrounded him to check if Neville was hurt.

"Hmm...... It's mine...... Arm...... It seems to be broken. "One of Neville's arms was clearly not in the right shape. It made him grunt in pain.

"We'll get him to the school hospital, and Madam Pomfrey will heal him. Hermione said nervously. The three of them set Neville up with all their hands and feet, and took him to the school hospital with great difficulty.

"Is he really your cousin?" asked Neville. "He's ruthless, Slytherin's vipers are really inhuman. "

Neville broke out in a cold sweat in pain, but he still opened his mouth to retort to Ron, "Don't ...... So...... Say him, he ...... ...... for me Good. "

Ron hit a nail and wanted to say something. Harry, who was slightly smarter than Ron, hurriedly changed the subject. Began to complain about Lockhart's ...... Teaching method? If he is also "teaching".

"Hermione, I wanted to ask you when I was in class. Harry said hurriedly, "You know Lockhart so well, and you know his 'secret ambition', and you even give Gryffindor extra points for it." "

"Don't you read his books?" Hermione responded, "he's done so many ......"

"Please...... I've said it a long time ago, he's a liar. You see how he took lessons with us, if you want me to say, even Quirrell ......" Ron suddenly stopped talking, and it occurred to him that it was not so much Quirrell as Voldemort who gave them a year of Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons. Then I thought about what happened at the end of the last semester, and for a moment several people in Gryffindor didn't have the heart to talk about Lockhart.

In the small classroom at night, except for Neville, who was still lying in the school hospital, Hermione and Draco arrived, including Sylna, by the way, Sylna did not live on the side of the girls' dormitory, but slept in Solim's prefect's single room, anyway, the room was big enough, and it was more than enough to put a bed. Hogwarts, regardless of the house, only prohibits male students from entering the girls' dormitory, but does not prohibit female students from entering the men's dormitory. From this point of view, wizards and Muggles seem to be the same. At least in terms of dormitory management, the only difference is that the wizard's dormitory will not have a middle-aged aunt as the dormitory manager.

"You all know, you've all taken Lockhart's class except for Syrna, so you should understand that you don't want to learn anything in Defence Against the Dark Arts this semester, of course, I mean magic, not how to care for your hair and how to giggle...... Or how to make a mess"

Listening to Solim's words, several people, including Sylna, laughed. Hermione didn't smile.

"Solim, Professor Lockhart is good, he did ......" Hermione was interrupted by Draco as soon as she could retort to Solim.

"You know what? Granger, on this point, I agree with that Weasley scum. Lockhart is a liar, a lot of people say so. "

"Well, stop arguing about this. Solim clapped his hands, "Hermione, you enjoy his class, no problem, it's your personal hobby, but if you want to learn something that he won't teach in class, you can come to me." "

"yes, like magic, not how to care for your hair, haha......" Draco smiled and touched up.

But when it comes to hair...... Hermione's hair seemed to be messy all the time...... Could it be ...... Everyone looked at Hermione's hair.

"What are you looking at!" Hermione clasped her head in both hands and pressed her hair hard.

"Alright, that's the end of the joke...... I've put together a few things this holiday that you can take a look at. Then Solim handed out a few wads of parchment in his hand.

"What is this?...... How is it...... Improve...... Your strength?" Hermione read out the title. Then he looked at Solim.