Chapter 991 Harry's Style

The matter of Neville's parents was perfectly resolved, which could be regarded as fulfilling an idea that Kyle had long ago.

Although Kyle himself didn't pay too much attention to this episode, it didn't mean that others didn't care.

Early that morning, Kyle was surrounded by more than a dozen owls while he was eating. Letters fell from above like raindrops, and several letters almost fell into the pot of pumpkin juice.

One of the owls didn't know whether he was too tired, or he didn't stop. He just took the letter and bumped it into the plate in front of Kyle, knocking over a large piece of butter.

"I feel like you're a little too dedicated." Kyle casually cleaned the butter and crumbs from the owl's wings before taking the letter from its talons.

"There have been letters coming in since just now." Connor poked her head over from the side and asked curiously: "Did Rita Skeeter write anything again?"

"Probably not." Kyle said, while brushing Connor's hair that was almost stained with butter.

"According to normal circumstances, she should be still looking for materials in the forest at the moment, and she has no time to publish any articles."

But there are indeed a lot of letters today.

Kyle has always received letters from different people, but he has never received so many letters at once.

From morning to now, almost twenty letters have arrived, and they are all sent from different places.

"Where did this come from."

"Let me take a look..." Kyle looked down at the envelope?

"Algie of Garden Cottage, Yorkshire."

"Who is this Algie?" Connor asked in confusion: "Do you also have a pen pal in Yorkshire?"

"I don't know." Kyle spread his hands, "I don't know this Algie at all. In fact, I don't know anyone who sent the letter today."

"And I don't know if they made an appointment. None of these people wrote their last names. They all just wrote one name."

"Did you open it and read it?"

"No," Kyle said.

Because he didn't know the sender, Kyle was careful not to tear open the envelope. In order to prevent a curse from being contained inside, he planned to go back and ask the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to check it.

As for why you don't do it yourself... Such a dangerous job must be done by professionals. What if a Death Eater who slips through the net wants to avenge his master and stuffs a curse into an envelope and sends it.

Kyle tossed the letter aside.

In order not to be disturbed anymore, and in order to allow other professors to finish breakfast quietly, Kyle simply got up and left the auditorium.

He planned to go to Snape first, and then prepare for the next alchemy class.

But just when he came to the foyer, a person ran in from outside in a panic.

"Neville?"

Kyle looked at the other person, "Why are you running in such a hurry...wait, aren't your parents awake yet?"

"No, it's not..." Neville said breathlessly. He seemed to have been running all the way, holding his knees with one hand and swinging the other hand.

"They are awake... fully awake. My mother, she knows me... she called me by my name! This is the first time she has called my name!"

"That's good, you can speak slowly, don't be anxious." Kyle looked at the incomparable Neville and stretched out his hand towards the auditorium.

A jug of pumpkin juice fluttered over from the Gryffindor table.

He handed Neville the pumpkin juice.

"I thought you would choose to spend more time with them. There is no need to worry about your teaching assistant job. I have already asked for leave from Professor Sprout for you.

"She understands you very well and said you can stay with them for a while."

"Thank you." Neville took a big sip of pumpkin juice and felt much better.

"I do need to take some time off, but I'm here to see you today."

"Looking for me?"

"Oh no... Grandma said she wanted me to express her gratitude to you on behalf of the Longbottom family.

"My uncles and aunts all know about this, and they are also very happy and have been going to St. Mungo's since yesterday.

"The whole room was packed with people...many people had to stand in the corridor...Then the dean came and kicked them all out."

Perhaps because he was too excited, or perhaps because he thought of some interesting scene, Neville couldn't help laughing when he said this.

"Sorry." He continued: "My grandma wanted to invite you to the Longbottom family's Christmas dinner. She didn't give me the formal invitation letter, but my uncle said he had sent it... Oh, I saw it."

He suddenly pointed to the stack of floating letters behind Kyle.

"What?"

"That's Algie." Neville pointed to the top letter.

"You mean, this letter was sent by your uncle?" Kyle asked doubtfully, while picking up the unopened envelope.

"Yes, Algy is my uncle." Neville nodded, "When I first received the Hogwarts admission notice, he also gave me a toad as a gift, which is Leif, you know ”

Of course Kyle knew that the toad followed Neville and was almost the freest pet in Hogwarts.

Because Neville often forgets it.

Under the table in the classroom, in the flower pot in the greenhouse, outside the window of the astronomy tower... you can see the toad everywhere, except in Neville's hands.

"So this Algie should actually be called Algie Longbottom?"

"Yes." Neville nodded.

"What about this?" Kyle pulled out another envelope. "Ani..."

"She's my aunt."

"Foo..."

"He is my uncle, but we rarely meet, only two or three times." Neville said seriously.

Kyle pulled out more letters.

As expected, these are all members of the Longbottom family.

"Neville..." Kyle couldn't help but ask: "Does your Longbottom family have any special family traditions?"

"Special tradition?" Neville thought carefully for a while, "It seems, no..."

He was a little unsure, mainly because his memory was really not very good, and even if he had it, he couldn't remember it.

"Then let me make it simpler." Kyle pointed to the name on the envelope, "Are your family members accustomed to writing letters without their last name?"

Neville then discovered that none of the signatures on the envelopes had last names.

But he didn't know how to explain it.

Because now that I think about it, Uncle Algie seems to have only written one name when he wrote to him, and this has been the case since childhood.

Looking at it this way, it seems that this can really be regarded as a family tradition...

"Maybe... they were too excited." Neville hesitated to help explain.

But his voice was too quiet and Kyle didn't hear it.

But that’s okay.

After knowing that these letters were sent by the Longbottom family, Kyle felt relieved and opened the envelope casually.

It was the letter sent by Algie Longbottom.

Inside was a piece of gilded parchment, the most expensive kind in stationery stores, priced at one galleone.

It seems that the Longbottom family is quite wealthy.

Thinking about it carefully, this seems normal.

Longbottom is also one of the twenty-eight pure-blooded families. Although it is not as good as Black and Malfoy, the accumulation of hundreds of years is definitely not too bad.

Kyle glanced at the content above.

This is a very formal invitation letter.

It can be seen that the person who wrote this letter is a little excited, and it is crooked in some places, but the content is very sincere.

Just like what Neville said before, the Longbottom family decided to hold a Christmas dinner on Christmas Day in order to celebrate the recovery of Neville's parents.

This letter is an invitation to Kyle.

"My uncles originally wanted to come to Hogwarts to thank you..." Neville continued: "But grandma thought that too many people might affect the students' class, so they changed to writing letters."

"Fortunately, your grandma had the foresight." The corner of Kyle's mouth twitched.

People who don't write letters to strangers without their last names are probably not very reliable. If these people came to Hogwarts in a swarm, Kyle wouldn't be surprised by what they did.

Oh, by the way, he suddenly remembered that Neville had said before that when he was a child, an uncle threw him out of the attic window to determine whether he had magic.

But Neville didn't say the name at that time, and Kyle didn't know if it was Algie.

But throwing a child under ten years old out of the attic... no normal person would be able to do such a thing.

It would be really lively if they came to Hogwarts.

"But my parents are here."

Neville's voice brought Kyle back to reality.

"They are in Hogsmeade at the moment and want to express their gratitude to you in person."

Kyle wanted to refuse at first.

He didn't need to think about it to know that they must be thanking him in various ways, whether they were going or not. With this time, he might as well get some real curse letters and send them to Snape.

It saves him the trouble of wandering around the castle every day.

However, at Neville's insistence, Kyle was dragged away by him.

Not to mention, Neville was quite energetic moving flower pots in the greenhouse every day.

And what he said also made Kyle very concerned.

He said there was something strange about his dad, Frank Longbottom.

Although his expression was a little strange when he said this, Kyle decided to go and have a look.

Just treat it as after-sales service.

The two came to Hogsmeade together.

This time it’s finally not the Three Broomsticks.

Perhaps because the therapist didn't allow them to drink, Longbottom and his wife were waiting for him at Mrs. Puddy's Teahouse.

When Kyle and Neville opened the door and walked in, they stood up in unison as if they were students in class.

But before they spoke, Kyle took the lead and said, "If you want to say anything to say thank you, Neville has already said it for you. As a family, there is no need for you to say it a second time."

"That's different." Frank Longbottom shook his head, "You always have to express your gratitude in person. You know what we were like before. We couldn't do anything. You just saved our lives."

"You have also saved other people's lives, haven't you?" Kyle said: "We are both members of the Order of the Phoenix, so this is nothing to be surprised about."

"Order of the Phoenix..." Neville's mother couldn't help but said: "Are you also a member of the Order of the Phoenix? You are a new generation, right? I should have guessed a long time ago that an outstanding wizard like you will definitely join the Order of the Phoenix. ”

"Actually... that was all in the past." Kyle spread his hands, "There is no longer the Order of the Phoenix, it has been disbanded."

The smiles on the Longbottom and his wife's faces froze, and their faces quickly turned pale.

"You must be kidding, right..."

"How could the Order of the Phoenix be disbanded?"

Because they had just woken up, their memories were still stuck on more than ten years ago, and they did not know the current situation in the wizarding world.

Neville's mother was better, because she was usually awake, and she knew some fragments intermittently.

But usually, Neville would not take up such precious time to talk to her about the situation in the wizarding world.

So she didn't know much.

"I didn't say that. The Order of the Phoenix was disbanded, and it was Dumbledore who disbanded it himself." Kyle calmly took a sip of the black tea that had just been delivered, and then put it back in its place.

"Oh, by the way, Dumbledore is also dead, and the current headmaster of Hogwarts is Minerva McGonagall."

"Bang, bang!"

The two of them turned paler, and when Kyle mentioned Dumbledore, they fell to the ground one after another.

"Neville, didn't you tell them?" Kyle turned around and asked.

"No, no."

Neville blushed, and then hurried to help them, and quickly told them what had happened in recent years.

From Voldemort's comeback, to the Order of the Phoenix joining the Ministry of Magic, to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Kyle had never seen Neville speak so fluently, without stuttering at all.

The Longbottoms were greatly shocked. They had never expected so many things to happen recently.

They wanted to ask for details, but now was not the time, so they could only bear it.

Kyle sat opposite them and nodded with satisfaction.

It seemed that the trick of diverting attention was right. At least now they no longer said those endless words of thanks.

"By the way, Mr. Longbottom." Kyle said, "I heard Neville say that you have been applying distilled water on your body. Can you tell me what this is about?"

"Ah, this..."

Frank Longbottom came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Nothing, just a little thing, don't worry about it."

"It's okay, you don't have to feel embarrassed."

"It's really not what you think." Frank Longbottom said again, then he thought about it, rolled up his sleeves directly, and pointed to a scar on his arm.

"That's it. I don't know when it appeared, so I thought about trying whether distilled water works."

The scar is not big, but the shape is very special, it is in the shape of lightning.

Neville saw it too. He stared at the scar and opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not saying it.

He had seen a similar scar, on Harry's forehead...

Wait!

Originally, Neville just subconsciously glanced at his father's forehead, but at this glance, he saw the familiar scar again.

It was also on the forehead, but most of it was covered by hair, so it was hard to find without careful observation.

No, why did his father also have a scar like Harry's, the same shape, and even the position was similar.

Did he have it before?

No...

For a moment, Neville was completely stunned. He sat there blankly, his face constantly changing.