Chapter 499 The Most True Neville
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Snape didn't go back to the office, but went to the headmaster's office first.
He made no excuses for Crabbe and Goyle, but stated the facts indifferently.
"Severus, what do you want me to do with this?"
"Get those two brainless little trolls out of school."
Dumbledore fell silent.
Of course Snape knew this was impossible,
"No matter how many chances you give them, they're a bunch of hopeless little bastards."
"I don't think so, Severus."
It was Snape's turn to fall silent.
He used to be such an asshole.
The more you regret it, the more you hate yourself.
"up to you."
Dumbledore watched him leave the headmaster's room.
Everyone pays for their mistakes, no matter who that person is.
……
……
Neville didn't go to the club room, nor did he return to the common room.
He sat alone at the gate of the castle.
When he was at the height of his anger just now, he wanted to beat Crabbe and Goyle.
Maybe Snape deducted points, maybe he felt that the anger hadn't turned into power yet.
In short, in the end they didn't do anything.
"Wayne, where are you taking us!"
"You guys have to stay here obediently."
Neville gaped from ear to ear in surprise.
Crabbe and Goyle stood just inside the door, gnashing their teeth.
Vincent sat next to him, "Do you want to beat them up?"
"No—don't want to."
If found, points will be deducted.
"Then I beat them for you?"
Neville suddenly pulled Vincent back, "The professors will find out."
"Go to the Forbidden Forest."
"I—" He let go of his hand and closed his mouth.
Want to beat, of course want to beat.
But the consequences of doing so would bring trouble to Gryffindor College.
So he held back before.
Vincent glanced over Crabbe and Goyle with indifferent eyes, "Follow me consciously, don't think about slipping away quietly."
The two reluctantly followed behind.
As soon as the four of them walked towards the Forbidden Forest, four little heads popped out of the gate.
"Are we going there?" James flicked the camera in his hand.
"No." Hermione turned and walked into the castle, "Neville will give them a good beating."
Alfred was a little worried, "What if they escape?"
"They dare not." Daphne looked away from the four people in the distance,
"Even if the school won't expel them, they must get Neville's forgiveness if they want to completely end this matter."
"Eh——" James put away the camera, "No wonder Malfoy's group dare not even fart."
Not long after Neville walked out of the classroom, Vincent lifted the collars of Crabbe and Goyle expressionlessly.
Draco, who was sitting in the middle, didn't seem to notice, but Pansy and Blaise glared at him.
No matter how stupid you are, you should understand what's going on.
Although it seems less voluntary.
……
……
Outside the Forbidden Forest.
Vincent waved his wand, drawing a circle around the feet of Crabbe and Goyle.
"Stay inside and don't move."
He nodded at Neville, "You can do anything to them." … Crabbe and Goyle looked down at the small circle at their feet.
The distance is just enough to move, and even if you want to avoid it, you can't dodge it.
As for fighting back, that is even more impossible.
As far as Vincent looked at them indifferently the whole time, even if he found a chance, it might not be possible.
Neville drew out his wand, thought for a moment, then took it back.
He was actually not as angry as he was at first.
But Crabbe and Goyle were bad guys who rubbed salt in his wounds, villains who couldn't be easily forgiven.
"Aw—" This kick hit Gore's stomach.
"Smack—" the slap hit Crabbe's face.
Neville gasped for breath, and seemed to have almost vented.
He looked at Vincent as if asking what to do next.
"Nobody knows what's going on here except us."
Neville let go of his tightly clenched fist, "I—I want to keep beating them."
"Then hit hard."
He clenched his fists again, flashing through his mind many fighting skills he had learned.
The most vulnerable part of the human body is the joint position.
Grasp the arm and twist it in the opposite direction, then lift it up to the lower back.
"Ah—" Goyer screamed like a pig.
Neville hugged Crabbe's lower back, blushing before lifting it a little.
Just as he was about to give up, he thought of his parents at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.
Straighten your feet and stretch your waist.
"Stop making fun of me!"
Crabbe, who was trying to struggle, hit the ground headfirst.
Neville pushed him away, mounted and punched himself hard.
"My parents are heroes!"
After beating him more than a dozen times, he was still not relieved.
Gore clutched his dislocated arm, subconsciously stepped back and stepped his foot out of the circle.
"You have no right to laugh at them!"
A big slap across the face.
He shielded his face with one hand in a daze.
Neville's forehead slammed into the past.
Goyle, whose palm was numb from the bump, could clearly see the pair of eyes that seemed to be burning with anger.
He was scared.
Vincent counted on his fingers.
From the beginning to now, Neville has used more than 10 fighting techniques.
Crabbe's bruised face had two of his teeth knocked out, and Goyle's piggy-headed nose was knocked out.
Neville, who was paralyzed on the ground and gasped for breath, was the most authentic Neville.
"Are you relieved?" Vincent held out his hand to him.
"It's so relieved!" Neville put his hand on it.
Crabbe and Goyle were too painful to stand up.
Even so, their eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
"Do you want another beating?"
Neville shook his head, "I'm not their type."
After venting, he didn't seem to stutter anymore.
Vincent went over and kicked them each,
"Don't pretend to be dead, go back and find Madam Pomfrey."
Crabbe and Goyle stood up tremblingly.
Neville's breathing gradually stabilized, and he called to stop the two who hadn't walked a few steps,
"I'm not afraid of your revenge!"
They looked at each other, gritted their teeth and walked out of the Forbidden Forest quickly.
Is it over?
No, this is just the beginning.
Back in the Owl Court activity room, Neville was surprised to find that a party was going on inside.
"Boom—" A gorgeous firework exploded on their foreheads.
"Welcome back the Gryffindor hero!" Fred and George pulled him into the middle with bright smiles.
"I'm not some hero, Vincent is."
"Don't be humble, you are a hero!"
"Those who dare to confront the evil forces are all proper heroes!"
The shy Neville blushed, "Crabbe and Goyle will definitely not just let it go, I don't know what to do then."
Fred raised his finger to Vincent who was leaning against the door, "Our president is a good example for you."
With a smile, George opened the sleeve of his right hand, and patted his barely solid muscles with his right hand,
"You beat them back, and beat them again until they dare not come."
Neville looked down at his red fists, both of which had scratched a large chunk of skin.
It seems that the pain is gone.
If there was a next time, he would fight them off with dignity.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
He made no excuses for Crabbe and Goyle, but stated the facts indifferently.
"Severus, what do you want me to do with this?"
"Get those two brainless little trolls out of school."
Dumbledore fell silent.
Of course Snape knew this was impossible,
"No matter how many chances you give them, they're a bunch of hopeless little bastards."
"I don't think so, Severus."
It was Snape's turn to fall silent.
He used to be such an asshole.
The more you regret it, the more you hate yourself.
"up to you."
Dumbledore watched him leave the headmaster's room.
Everyone pays for their mistakes, no matter who that person is.
……
……
Neville didn't go to the club room, nor did he return to the common room.
He sat alone at the gate of the castle.
When he was at the height of his anger just now, he wanted to beat Crabbe and Goyle.
Maybe Snape deducted points, maybe he felt that the anger hadn't turned into power yet.
In short, in the end they didn't do anything.
"Wayne, where are you taking us!"
"You guys have to stay here obediently."
Neville gaped from ear to ear in surprise.
Crabbe and Goyle stood just inside the door, gnashing their teeth.
Vincent sat next to him, "Do you want to beat them up?"
"No—don't want to."
If found, points will be deducted.
"Then I beat them for you?"
Neville suddenly pulled Vincent back, "The professors will find out."
"Go to the Forbidden Forest."
"I—" He let go of his hand and closed his mouth.
Want to beat, of course want to beat.
But the consequences of doing so would bring trouble to Gryffindor College.
So he held back before.
Vincent glanced over Crabbe and Goyle with indifferent eyes, "Follow me consciously, don't think about slipping away quietly."
The two reluctantly followed behind.
As soon as the four of them walked towards the Forbidden Forest, four little heads popped out of the gate.
"Are we going there?" James flicked the camera in his hand.
"No." Hermione turned and walked into the castle, "Neville will give them a good beating."
Alfred was a little worried, "What if they escape?"
"They dare not." Daphne looked away from the four people in the distance,
"Even if the school won't expel them, they must get Neville's forgiveness if they want to completely end this matter."
"Eh——" James put away the camera, "No wonder Malfoy's group dare not even fart."
Not long after Neville walked out of the classroom, Vincent lifted the collars of Crabbe and Goyle expressionlessly.
Draco, who was sitting in the middle, didn't seem to notice, but Pansy and Blaise glared at him.
No matter how stupid you are, you should understand what's going on.
Although it seems less voluntary.
……
……
Outside the Forbidden Forest.
Vincent waved his wand, drawing a circle around the feet of Crabbe and Goyle.
"Stay inside and don't move."
He nodded at Neville, "You can do anything to them." … Crabbe and Goyle looked down at the small circle at their feet.
The distance is just enough to move, and even if you want to avoid it, you can't dodge it.
As for fighting back, that is even more impossible.
As far as Vincent looked at them indifferently the whole time, even if he found a chance, it might not be possible.
Neville drew out his wand, thought for a moment, then took it back.
He was actually not as angry as he was at first.
But Crabbe and Goyle were bad guys who rubbed salt in his wounds, villains who couldn't be easily forgiven.
"Aw—" This kick hit Gore's stomach.
"Smack—" the slap hit Crabbe's face.
Neville gasped for breath, and seemed to have almost vented.
He looked at Vincent as if asking what to do next.
"Nobody knows what's going on here except us."
Neville let go of his tightly clenched fist, "I—I want to keep beating them."
"Then hit hard."
He clenched his fists again, flashing through his mind many fighting skills he had learned.
The most vulnerable part of the human body is the joint position.
Grasp the arm and twist it in the opposite direction, then lift it up to the lower back.
"Ah—" Goyer screamed like a pig.
Neville hugged Crabbe's lower back, blushing before lifting it a little.
Just as he was about to give up, he thought of his parents at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.
Straighten your feet and stretch your waist.
"Stop making fun of me!"
Crabbe, who was trying to struggle, hit the ground headfirst.
Neville pushed him away, mounted and punched himself hard.
"My parents are heroes!"
After beating him more than a dozen times, he was still not relieved.
Gore clutched his dislocated arm, subconsciously stepped back and stepped his foot out of the circle.
"You have no right to laugh at them!"
A big slap across the face.
He shielded his face with one hand in a daze.
Neville's forehead slammed into the past.
Goyle, whose palm was numb from the bump, could clearly see the pair of eyes that seemed to be burning with anger.
He was scared.
Vincent counted on his fingers.
From the beginning to now, Neville has used more than 10 fighting techniques.
Crabbe's bruised face had two of his teeth knocked out, and Goyle's piggy-headed nose was knocked out.
Neville, who was paralyzed on the ground and gasped for breath, was the most authentic Neville.
"Are you relieved?" Vincent held out his hand to him.
"It's so relieved!" Neville put his hand on it.
Crabbe and Goyle were too painful to stand up.
Even so, their eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
"Do you want another beating?"
Neville shook his head, "I'm not their type."
After venting, he didn't seem to stutter anymore.
Vincent went over and kicked them each,
"Don't pretend to be dead, go back and find Madam Pomfrey."
Crabbe and Goyle stood up tremblingly.
Neville's breathing gradually stabilized, and he called to stop the two who hadn't walked a few steps,
"I'm not afraid of your revenge!"
They looked at each other, gritted their teeth and walked out of the Forbidden Forest quickly.
Is it over?
No, this is just the beginning.
Back in the Owl Court activity room, Neville was surprised to find that a party was going on inside.
"Boom—" A gorgeous firework exploded on their foreheads.
"Welcome back the Gryffindor hero!" Fred and George pulled him into the middle with bright smiles.
"I'm not some hero, Vincent is."
"Don't be humble, you are a hero!"
"Those who dare to confront the evil forces are all proper heroes!"
The shy Neville blushed, "Crabbe and Goyle will definitely not just let it go, I don't know what to do then."
Fred raised his finger to Vincent who was leaning against the door, "Our president is a good example for you."
With a smile, George opened the sleeve of his right hand, and patted his barely solid muscles with his right hand,
"You beat them back, and beat them again until they dare not come."
Neville looked down at his red fists, both of which had scratched a large chunk of skin.
It seems that the pain is gone.
If there was a next time, he would fight them off with dignity.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
