Chapter 929: Neville Wants to Fight

Boom!

The windows were tightly closed, and the heavy curtains were drawn, making the room dark.

Standing by the rocking chair in the middle of the living room, Neville watched as Granny closed the doors, windows, and even the air vents without leaving a crack.

To be honest, he didn't think it would give them a little more sense of security—would those monsters really leave because the doors and windows were closed?

Grandma, grandma—

Silence!

Grandma was still Grandma, Augusta Longbottom, the one who had raised him instead of his parents.

She was wearing her favorite dark green robe, with a fox fur scarf around her neck. The hat with the whole stuffed eagle on it stood beside the rocking chair, and she was sure to put it on whenever she went out.

Although Neville never thought it was very good-looking, and sometimes even thought it was a little funny.

But grandma is extremely stubborn, what she likes is the best, and everything else doesn't matter - Neville, who dare not disobey, can only feel depressed in his heart.

Go, go to the back door...

The old lady grabbed her grandson's sleeve with one hand, and with the other hand, she pushed the hat on his head, and then dragged him back without any doubt.

Although she is getting older, her temper does not seem to be much different from before, she is still so tough, selfish, and even a little unreasonable.

Of course, Neville has always respected her very much... Well, it's more like awe, because she has the firmness that Neville always felt he lacked.

Honestly being dragged by grandma to the back room, he saw grandma continue to wave her wand, close and lock all the doors and windows, doing some behaviors that made Neville feel wasted effort.

After all, didn't the grandparents and grandchildren just saw a Mr. Auror from the Ministry of Magic on the street outside, who was seriously injured by a monster and almost died?

Such a powerful monster, just closing the door...does it really work?

After the old lady isolated the whole room from the outside world, she waved her hand and made Neville sit on a chair in the back room, while she herself stood quietly behind the curtain.

This was obviously another behavior that Neville didn't understand: she stood there neither looking out, nor sitting down to rest... What the hell was she doing?

However, he didn't understand many of the things that grandma did since he was a child. After all, he was already used to it.

Neville, who was now a tall man, huddled in a small chair, holding his pet toad Raffle in his hand. And on his left, the middle between the chair and the wall was filled with all kinds of strange sundries, and on the right was a tall storage cabinet.

Sitting here, let alone stretching his arms and legs, even moving his elbows would hit things.

But he still shrank like this, and didn't say another word, because grandma had already asked him to silence just now.

Suddenly, Neville shifted his gaze from grandma to the side of the drawn curtains. The silence in the room made him involuntarily imagine.

At first he was a little worried about his parents who lived in St. Mungo's for a long time, but after thinking about the concealment and defensive magic of the wizarding hospital, he began to worry about other classmates who lived in London.

There is no doubt that this is a terrible disaster, a catastrophe that straddles both Muggles and wizards.

In such a catastrophe, almost any individual, be it Muggles or wizards, is very small, and anyone may die tragically on the street under the pursuit of those monsters.

And thinking of this, Neville couldn't help feeling distressed.

Remember, after becoming one of them, he can be said to be the one who practices the most diligently and hardest of all.

Whether it is group training, group training, or his personal extra training, he spends much more time and energy than others.

However, only he himself knows that his talents in Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts can only be described as terrible.

Even so, frequent practice eventually brought him a level of spellcasting that was much higher than that of students of the same grade.

But today, when he saw the brutal battle between the Auror and the monster, all he could feel was loss again.

He couldn't help asking himself—what's the point of practicing for such a long time? When a disaster strikes, when a crisis strikes, can't he just stay at home and watch grandma close the windows, lock the door and draw the curtains?

In this way, Neville felt that the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, and finally he couldn't help but stood up abruptly.

grandmother……

Shut up! Sit quietly!

After all, grandma was still his grandma, and Neville shrank his neck habitually just by throwing a glance over his shoulder. But this time, after being choked, he took another step forward.

No, grandma! He also imitated the old lady's appearance, and stubbornly said, Didn't you always say that I am cowardly, useless, and have no opinion? Now I want to go out and fight, and I want to help others! When we are just cowering at home like this, many people must be being killed...among them are my juniors and younger sisters!

When the old lady heard the words, she didn't show the relief Neville imagined, but walked over with her lips pursed, and squeezed his ears tightly.

I said, sit quietly!

She pinched her grandson's ear, pushed him back to the chair, and then let go. By this time, Neville's ears had turned red, and it must have hurt.

But although Neville was forced to sit back, he insisted on not covering his ears with his hands, but still looking up at grandma persistently.

This may not be the first time he has shown courage, but it seems to be the first time in front of grandma.

Unfortunately, his grandma didn't seem to buy it.

Go out to fight? To help others? The old lady lowered her voice and asked back, Do you think this will make you look less 'cowardly'? Your performance only tells me that you are afraid—cowardly. Softie!

Yes, Neville was afraid, he was afraid of his own incompetence.

That's why he was forced to stand up by his own fear, wanting to go out and fight those monsters to the death...The end result was that he was quickly killed by the monsters.

Courage without value is not courage, it's just the self-consolation of softies.

Maybe Neville was a little braver than before - at least he dared to risk his life to make fun of it now, but he still couldn't get Granny's praise.

But... aren't we cowardly hiding here? Neville couldn't help retorting, We didn't do anything!

Because we can't do anything! The old lady reprimanded in a low voice with no expression on her face. Remember, we can't do anything now—quiet me!

Grandma's dressing style was still so exaggerated and funny, but perhaps it was this contrast that made the deterrent force she displayed more distinct.

Neville, who was forced back into the chair, didn't know how to answer. After opening and closing his mouth a few times, he could only return to silence in the end.

Grandma's words seemed unreasonable, but for some reason, there was a strong persuasive force in them.

But at the next moment, the old lady who had never changed her face suddenly frowned, and the skin that had lost its elasticity due to aging slowly twisted together.

Suddenly, she suddenly raised the wand in her hand, took a step across and firmly blocked Neville's body. Immediately afterwards, the back door was instantly reopened by a force, and countless wooden fragments swept in like a storm.

However, when those fragments stabbed in front of the old lady, they were fixed in the air by an invisible barrier, and then flung aside with her flick.

Looking at the planks and sawdust that Patapata dropped on the floor, Neville didn't have time to be surprised, and saw a hooded head protruding from the door from the side of grandma.

boom!

Almost at the same time that the head stuck out into the doorway, a mass of silver-white light mist charged away, forcing it back.

Go, go through the front door!

The old lady didn't turn her head, and she didn't know where she got the strength to grab Neville's collar, dragged him and ran to the front room.

Neville staggered all the way, bent over and ran a few steps after Granny. While running, he wondered if it was because he spoke too loudly just now that he attracted the monster.

You know, even when grandma scolded him, she kept her voice down all the time.

Click.

Even though the monster behind would catch up at any moment, the action of the old lady opening the front door remained as quiet as possible, as if every movement of her had been carefully considered.

Run by yourself, remember, be quiet!

After she went out and came to the big tree at the door, she tapped her and Neville's heads with her wand, and immediately a coolness poured down from her head, and flowed all over her body in a blink of an eye.

This is the Disillusionment Curse, a spell that even Hogwarts does not require it to be learned. Given its difficulty, it is not something ordinary wizards can use at will.

But the old lady's movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, without the slightest lag.

And the moment the two of them completed their invisibility, a monster suddenly sprang out from above the roof behind them, with blood-red eyes sweeping straight down to the street below.

Unlike Neville who was so startled that he covered his mouth instantly, the old lady still did not stop, but continued to cast a Silencer Curse after casting the Disillusionment Curse.

Seeing the monster floating freely in the air, scanning everything on this street left and right, Neville felt a layer of greasy cold sweat seep out of his back.

What did you say just now? Want to come out and fight?

Only at such a close distance could he feel the weird aura emanating from that monster—it was much more terrifying than a dementor that could suck the happiness of others!

Will I... be discovered by it?

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