Chapter 215 The Isolated Neville and the Threat
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Longbottom, I hope you don't keep your head down during class."
In Transfiguration class, Neville was named and criticized by Professor McGonagall.
They learned how to transform across species. Neville didn't know what to think, and after being named, he just buried his head lower.
Hermione couldn't bear it, and whispered: "Professor, Neville has been in a bad mood recently."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Hermione and said seriously: "Granger, being in a bad mood is not a reason to turn a guinea fowl into a wood mouse in class."
She was as strict as ever and made the students cheer up.
But Professor McGonagall is a soft-hearted person after all, and she criticized Harry and Ron who were fighting swordsmanship with fake wands.
Clearing his throat, he said before the end of get out of class: "I have a few words to say to all of you."
"The Yule Ball is coming, which is a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests."
"The dance is only open to students above the fourth grade, but you can invite a junior student if you wish."
As Professor McGonagall said, Lavender Brown of Gryffindor let out a piercing smirk.
Parvati poked her hastily, signaling that Professor McGonagall was still up there.
In fact, Parvati herself was desperately trying not to laugh.
A face appeared in their minds at the same time.
"Put on your dress robes," Professor McGonagall pretended not to see the movements of the two little girls, and continued: "The ball will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock on Christmas night and ends at twelve o'clock midnight."
Hermione didn't know what to think, and was in a daze.
"Look, the Yule Ball will definitely give us a chance to, um, let our hair down and relax."
As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, Harry's eyes fell on her hair, which was always tied into a bun at the back of her head.
It seemed to Professor McGonagall that letting his hair down was quite presumptuous.
"That does not mean that we will relax the behavior requirements for Hogwarts students." Professor McGonagall glanced at the students sternly, "If a student from Gryffindor embarrasses the school in any way, I will would be very sad.”
Professor McGonagall tried to be cryptic and euphemistic. As children of Western families, the students are also relatively precocious.
Especially girls, at the age when China is still trying to take the exam, they are already discussing which boy is more attractive.
They thought of Durmstrang's group of muscular boys, and of Beauxbatons' gentle, polite boys.
The boys are a bit dull, but they are also discussing which girl is more beautiful.
Harry was left behind by Professor McGonagall.
Hermione saw Neville exuding a low aura, and hurried to catch up.
"Neville, are you okay?" She looked at Neville, who was not so good, with concern.
Neville forced a smile and said, "Hermione, I'm fine."
"Really?" Hermione said suspiciously: "Is something wrong, I saw you and Malfoy the day before yesterday..."
Malfoy had bullied Neville before, but after Neville joined the Stars Club, the two never fought again.
But the day before yesterday, she saw Neville snatch the armor's sword and chase Malfoy angrily.
"Maybe I did something wrong." Neville was very confused, he didn't know what was wrong, he asked other people, and all he got was indifference and ridicule.
He couldn't bear it.
Originally he was a coward and was bullied by Malfoy in the first grade.
After joining the Star Society, he and Malfoy settled down and found confidence with John's help.
He really likes Qunxing Club, but now, everyone has a kind of indifference towards him.
It almost drove Neville crazy.
He could have endured the darkness, but the warm sunshine made him nostalgic.
Hermione wanted to comfort Neville, but Neville turned and left with his head down.
He accidentally bumped into the armor, and heard him scolding him for being a blind pig.
. . .
"A Christmas ball?"
John also knows about proms.
But speaking from Snape's mouth, it was as if he was talking about how to cut the disgusting slug into the cauldron.
From the looks of it, my dean is a single person for more than 30 years.
Danifu didn't know why, but she sat a little far away from John today.
She was whispering there with her best friend Pansy, presumably discussing the prom.
Malfoy said teasingly, "John, who are you inviting?"
"I'm not a warrior, so I don't necessarily have to find a dance partner."
John shook his head. He didn't mean to dance, mainly because he seldom danced.
If a horde of drunken men dancing wildly there counted, the last time he danced was at his grandfather's house as a child.
The smile on Malfoy's face froze when he heard that.
He looked in Pansy's direction vaguely, and Pansy made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Malfoy swallowed, and pretended to be unintentional to John and asked John: "But the tradition that started again after a century, isn't it a pity not to dance?"
"That makes sense." John stroked his chin and thought for a while, and when Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, he said solemnly; "You want to go up to dance?"
"Uh...no...well, I'm going." Malfoy really wanted to deny it, but when he turned around, he saw Daphne, who was talking to himself and Pansy, was already staring at him.
He can't Legilimency, but he can read a sentence from those eyes.
do you want to die?
No, I don't want to!
Malfoy struggled frantically.
John said very unexpectedly: "Then who are you inviting?"
He felt that there was a high probability that Malfoy would invite Pansy.
"Ah, Astoria." Malfoy's voice was getting lower and lower.
"Who?!"
John widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Shouldn't you invite Pansy?"
Perhaps because his surprise was too obvious, Malfoy felt even more guilty, and said with an unnatural expression: "Astoria Greengrass, why do I have to invite Pansy?"
"Aren't you childhood sweethearts?" John said rightly, "You are still jealous of her in the second grade."
"No!" Malfoy was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Seeing John's calm expression, he finally said in defeat: "Well, I admit that I had a crush on her at first, but later I found out that she Just treat me as a tool man!"
Malfoy said angrily: "Spend money lavishly, and ask me to help her with things, when did this young master suffer such grievances!" x
"...I remember," John heard him, mused, "Astoria is in second grade now."
As he said that, John's eyes on Malfoy changed.
"No, I just saw that she didn't have to participate, so..." Malfoy panicked, he clearly felt that John looked at him like a scum.
"Okay, no need to explain." John said sternly: "I'm not the kind of unreasonable person. By the way, you need to practice three more laps today."
Malfoy almost didn't kneel down, just doubled the day before yesterday, why did he add three more laps.
Interrupted like this, Malfoy was in no mood to continue asking who John invited.
When he looked up, he saw Neville standing there with a professionally habitual face.
It's a pity that Neville didn't come looking for him.
Walking in front of John, Neville looked at John, pursed his lips, and said, "John, I want to talk to you."
"What are you talking about? How much did you spend on the medical expenses of your two parents who were lying in the hospital?" Malfoy knew how to provoke hatred.
Seeing Neville's fist harden, John nodded, got up and walked out indifferently.
Neville hurriedly followed behind, and Malfoy also saw that it was not his chance to continue mocking, so he stayed in the auditorium.
Looking back, he saw that the front had been replaced by two girls.
He spoke with difficulty: "That..."
Daphne smiled softly: "You don't need to say, I understand."
Malfoy practiced in the afternoon, and he ran while clutching his stomach.
Scrambled eggs with durian and mango are so powerful.
. . .
covered bridge.
John stopped and looked at Neville.
Thinking of what happened these days, Neville asked with a glimmer of hope in his heart: "John, did I do something wrong?"
"No." John shook his head.
He raised his eyes again, coldness mixed with disgust, piercing Neville's heart fiercely.
"It's just your stupidity that is incompatible with the Stars Club, I've had enough."
Neville's face was pale, John approached, with danger in his eyes, and whispered: "You'd better leave wisely and disappear in this school, you know, Neville, I know your weakness."
The threatening tone made Neville unbelievable. He gasped for breath, and the sweat kept slipping from his forehead.
A look of disgust flashed across John's face again, and he said with disgust: "Your parents, I really don't know why you believe any lie. Do you really think I will save them?"
Neville looked up sharply, staring at John.
John chuckled, leaned over, and said coldly: "I'm just lying to you, but if you make me unhappy, I don't mind letting your parents disappear. I know they are Aurors, but there are also Death Eaters. Is not it?"
"no, you can not!"
"I can!" John said indifferently: "You don't know anything about me, Neville, I've never been a good person, you should know."
Neville seemed to be taken out of his strength, and he grabbed the railing hard to prevent himself from falling.
John walked past him and left without looking back.
After an unknown amount of time, a dangerous gloom appeared in Neville's eyes.
He can't let people hurt his parents.
Even if that person is John Wick!
. . .
In Transfiguration class, Neville was named and criticized by Professor McGonagall.
They learned how to transform across species. Neville didn't know what to think, and after being named, he just buried his head lower.
Hermione couldn't bear it, and whispered: "Professor, Neville has been in a bad mood recently."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Hermione and said seriously: "Granger, being in a bad mood is not a reason to turn a guinea fowl into a wood mouse in class."
She was as strict as ever and made the students cheer up.
But Professor McGonagall is a soft-hearted person after all, and she criticized Harry and Ron who were fighting swordsmanship with fake wands.
Clearing his throat, he said before the end of get out of class: "I have a few words to say to all of you."
"The Yule Ball is coming, which is a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests."
"The dance is only open to students above the fourth grade, but you can invite a junior student if you wish."
As Professor McGonagall said, Lavender Brown of Gryffindor let out a piercing smirk.
Parvati poked her hastily, signaling that Professor McGonagall was still up there.
In fact, Parvati herself was desperately trying not to laugh.
A face appeared in their minds at the same time.
"Put on your dress robes," Professor McGonagall pretended not to see the movements of the two little girls, and continued: "The ball will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock on Christmas night and ends at twelve o'clock midnight."
Hermione didn't know what to think, and was in a daze.
"Look, the Yule Ball will definitely give us a chance to, um, let our hair down and relax."
As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, Harry's eyes fell on her hair, which was always tied into a bun at the back of her head.
It seemed to Professor McGonagall that letting his hair down was quite presumptuous.
"That does not mean that we will relax the behavior requirements for Hogwarts students." Professor McGonagall glanced at the students sternly, "If a student from Gryffindor embarrasses the school in any way, I will would be very sad.”
Professor McGonagall tried to be cryptic and euphemistic. As children of Western families, the students are also relatively precocious.
Especially girls, at the age when China is still trying to take the exam, they are already discussing which boy is more attractive.
They thought of Durmstrang's group of muscular boys, and of Beauxbatons' gentle, polite boys.
The boys are a bit dull, but they are also discussing which girl is more beautiful.
Harry was left behind by Professor McGonagall.
Hermione saw Neville exuding a low aura, and hurried to catch up.
"Neville, are you okay?" She looked at Neville, who was not so good, with concern.
Neville forced a smile and said, "Hermione, I'm fine."
"Really?" Hermione said suspiciously: "Is something wrong, I saw you and Malfoy the day before yesterday..."
Malfoy had bullied Neville before, but after Neville joined the Stars Club, the two never fought again.
But the day before yesterday, she saw Neville snatch the armor's sword and chase Malfoy angrily.
"Maybe I did something wrong." Neville was very confused, he didn't know what was wrong, he asked other people, and all he got was indifference and ridicule.
He couldn't bear it.
Originally he was a coward and was bullied by Malfoy in the first grade.
After joining the Star Society, he and Malfoy settled down and found confidence with John's help.
He really likes Qunxing Club, but now, everyone has a kind of indifference towards him.
It almost drove Neville crazy.
He could have endured the darkness, but the warm sunshine made him nostalgic.
Hermione wanted to comfort Neville, but Neville turned and left with his head down.
He accidentally bumped into the armor, and heard him scolding him for being a blind pig.
. . .
"A Christmas ball?"
John also knows about proms.
But speaking from Snape's mouth, it was as if he was talking about how to cut the disgusting slug into the cauldron.
From the looks of it, my dean is a single person for more than 30 years.
Danifu didn't know why, but she sat a little far away from John today.
She was whispering there with her best friend Pansy, presumably discussing the prom.
Malfoy said teasingly, "John, who are you inviting?"
"I'm not a warrior, so I don't necessarily have to find a dance partner."
John shook his head. He didn't mean to dance, mainly because he seldom danced.
If a horde of drunken men dancing wildly there counted, the last time he danced was at his grandfather's house as a child.
The smile on Malfoy's face froze when he heard that.
He looked in Pansy's direction vaguely, and Pansy made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Malfoy swallowed, and pretended to be unintentional to John and asked John: "But the tradition that started again after a century, isn't it a pity not to dance?"
"That makes sense." John stroked his chin and thought for a while, and when Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, he said solemnly; "You want to go up to dance?"
"Uh...no...well, I'm going." Malfoy really wanted to deny it, but when he turned around, he saw Daphne, who was talking to himself and Pansy, was already staring at him.
He can't Legilimency, but he can read a sentence from those eyes.
do you want to die?
No, I don't want to!
Malfoy struggled frantically.
John said very unexpectedly: "Then who are you inviting?"
He felt that there was a high probability that Malfoy would invite Pansy.
"Ah, Astoria." Malfoy's voice was getting lower and lower.
"Who?!"
John widened his eyes and said in surprise, "Shouldn't you invite Pansy?"
Perhaps because his surprise was too obvious, Malfoy felt even more guilty, and said with an unnatural expression: "Astoria Greengrass, why do I have to invite Pansy?"
"Aren't you childhood sweethearts?" John said rightly, "You are still jealous of her in the second grade."
"No!" Malfoy was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Seeing John's calm expression, he finally said in defeat: "Well, I admit that I had a crush on her at first, but later I found out that she Just treat me as a tool man!"
Malfoy said angrily: "Spend money lavishly, and ask me to help her with things, when did this young master suffer such grievances!" x
"...I remember," John heard him, mused, "Astoria is in second grade now."
As he said that, John's eyes on Malfoy changed.
"No, I just saw that she didn't have to participate, so..." Malfoy panicked, he clearly felt that John looked at him like a scum.
"Okay, no need to explain." John said sternly: "I'm not the kind of unreasonable person. By the way, you need to practice three more laps today."
Malfoy almost didn't kneel down, just doubled the day before yesterday, why did he add three more laps.
Interrupted like this, Malfoy was in no mood to continue asking who John invited.
When he looked up, he saw Neville standing there with a professionally habitual face.
It's a pity that Neville didn't come looking for him.
Walking in front of John, Neville looked at John, pursed his lips, and said, "John, I want to talk to you."
"What are you talking about? How much did you spend on the medical expenses of your two parents who were lying in the hospital?" Malfoy knew how to provoke hatred.
Seeing Neville's fist harden, John nodded, got up and walked out indifferently.
Neville hurriedly followed behind, and Malfoy also saw that it was not his chance to continue mocking, so he stayed in the auditorium.
Looking back, he saw that the front had been replaced by two girls.
He spoke with difficulty: "That..."
Daphne smiled softly: "You don't need to say, I understand."
Malfoy practiced in the afternoon, and he ran while clutching his stomach.
Scrambled eggs with durian and mango are so powerful.
. . .
covered bridge.
John stopped and looked at Neville.
Thinking of what happened these days, Neville asked with a glimmer of hope in his heart: "John, did I do something wrong?"
"No." John shook his head.
He raised his eyes again, coldness mixed with disgust, piercing Neville's heart fiercely.
"It's just your stupidity that is incompatible with the Stars Club, I've had enough."
Neville's face was pale, John approached, with danger in his eyes, and whispered: "You'd better leave wisely and disappear in this school, you know, Neville, I know your weakness."
The threatening tone made Neville unbelievable. He gasped for breath, and the sweat kept slipping from his forehead.
A look of disgust flashed across John's face again, and he said with disgust: "Your parents, I really don't know why you believe any lie. Do you really think I will save them?"
Neville looked up sharply, staring at John.
John chuckled, leaned over, and said coldly: "I'm just lying to you, but if you make me unhappy, I don't mind letting your parents disappear. I know they are Aurors, but there are also Death Eaters. Is not it?"
"no, you can not!"
"I can!" John said indifferently: "You don't know anything about me, Neville, I've never been a good person, you should know."
Neville seemed to be taken out of his strength, and he grabbed the railing hard to prevent himself from falling.
John walked past him and left without looking back.
After an unknown amount of time, a dangerous gloom appeared in Neville's eyes.
He can't let people hurt his parents.
Even if that person is John Wick!
. . .
