Chapter 269 Thanks Ms. Helga

Neville in the original book is also Trelawney's prophesied child, only one day older than Harry.But because of his pure-blood origin, Voldemort thought that the half-blood Harry was more like himself, so he was lucky enough to "escape the bullet".

But his Auror parents did not escape the torment of Bellatrix Lestrange. After being repeatedly injured by the Cruciatus Curse and going crazy, they have lived in St. Mungo for more than ten years and have not recognized themselves. family.Neville was raised by his grandmother, Lady Augusta.

Perhaps it was because of the forgetting curse cast on him since he was a child—because he witnessed the process of his parents being tortured to insanity—he is often a little unresponsive and always forgets things.

But such a chubby blond boy who doesn't look too smart and has mediocre magical talents still entered Gryffindor, who is known for his courage in the original book, and later led Dumbledore's army, beheaded Nagini, and became Gryffindor. Lanffindor Juggernaut.After the war, he became a professor of Herbalism at Hogwarts and married Hannah Abbott.

Now, he has become a member of Hufflepuff, standing in the warm and bright lounge of the Badger Yard, looking a little reserved, but more curious and expectant.

"Neville, what are you looking at?" Ernie MacMillan followed, and the two boys looked up at Ms. Helga's portrait together, with the light of the wall lamp in their eyes.

"I... I'm thanking Ms. Helga. Thank you for taking me in and letting me come to Hufflepuff," Neville said.

"Why do you say that?" Ernie was a little surprised, "Didn't the Sorting Hat send you here?"

"Ms. Helga said that she wants to teach everyone, as long as the little wizards are willing to come here, they can come." Neville whispered: "That's why I was taken in by Hufflepuff."

Ernie frowned and said, "It's not wrong for you to say that, but I think Ms. Helga is willing to give all little wizards a chance, regardless of talent or blood. This doesn't mean that those who come to Hufflepuff have nowhere to go people."

Neville was taken aback by the meaning of his words, and hurriedly said: "I don't mean that, I just want to say... I want to say, if it weren't for Ms. Helga's tolerance, I definitely wouldn't be able to survive in Hogwarts." Ci went to school."

"I just want to say that you are wrong to think so." Ernie's voice became a little louder, "Why do you despise yourself so much? If you don't come to Hufflepuff, you can go to another house."

"I……"

"Two, uh, that, excuse me..." A voice came in, a little tangled: "It seems that you all know something about this place, but I... Actually, I still feel like I am in a dream. I found here No electricity, no signal, this, all this is really just relying on, magic?"

Ernie looked at the talking boy and blinked. "Oh, you're Finlaye?"

"You can just call me Justin." Justin looked at Neville who was standing there blankly, "Although I don't know what happened to you, I think what you said just now seems to be more suitable for me. If it weren't for the great man you said Ma'am, I'm the one who can't go to school here! After all, you guys take a lot of things here for granted, but I'm always taken aback like a fool."

Ernie laughed loudly and said, "It's nothing, you'll get used to it soon, Neville and I can help you. Right, Neville?"

"Um, yes, I'll do my best..."

"Thank you so much. Anyway, I don't want to be sent to Eton. I don't want to go to that kind of special boys' school, even if it means being recognized as a nobleman." Justin looked a little disdainful. The royal family, there are even more celestial beings above wealth... It's not interesting, it still looks fun here."

"Um, I don't quite understand, but I know the Sorting Hat definitely didn't give you the option of Slytherin back then. Their house is very concerned about things like bloodline ambition." Ernie pulled them to find a sofa and sat down. In the distance, two prefects were teaching a girl of hempborn how to use a wand, so they didn't bother to look at them.

"Look, I'm guessing this is the only academy where anyone would be willing to spend their time teaching other people how to do this..."

"Of course, I heard that the people here are mediocre and dull, probably because they like to do things that touch their hearts." A disdainful voice interrupted Ernie, "I don't know how to use this time to gain something for myself , make friends with worthwhile people... What benefits can you get from spending time on Ma Zhong?"

Sun Zhu, who had been eavesdropping, turned his eyes slightly, and he saw that Smith was complacent.

"It's funny, so what are you? Aren't you one of the fools?" Ernie mocked, "Ms. Helga's kindness was wasted on you."

"McMillan, I advise you to find out who I am before you talk to me." Smith raised his eyebrows, "My uncle is the Director of the Legal Department, and my uncle works for the International Office of Magical Trade, you don't know what this means Bar?"

"What do you mean?" Justin said in a daze, "It's not a coincidence. My mother is a lawyer, my aunt is a prosecutor, and my father owns a toy company... Oh, by the way, my uncle is the executive vice president of a certain luxury brand in Europe and America. He also knows how to do business."

Smith rolled his eyes: "Muggles are just so ignorant."

Then he flicked his sleeves and left.

Sun Zhu couldn't resist putting a bludger model at his feet. This thing would chase people after they ran into them, and if they were caught up, they would be smashed in the face. Captain Field often used them to give them additional training.

Justin scratched his head blankly: "Uh, did I say something wrong? Didn't he talk about law and trade..."

"No, full marks for the answer." Ernie patted him and Neville on the shoulders, "See, I'll talk about it later, you came here because of Ms. Helga's tolerance, just think about that person just now. He just Those who are not accepted by other colleges and can only come here in the end.”

Justin said helplessly, "Why is the magical world so complicated..."

Neville nodded: "I...I see. Thank you."

Senior Parker looked at them: "Several, what happened just now? Do you need help?"

"No, it's all done." Ernie waved his hand.

"Oh, Merlin, Zacharias Smith, what are you doing?" Senior Pike then yelled, "Did you accidentally touch this model?"

Looking at Zacharias who was rampant in the lounge and got hit on the face a few times, Hannah folded her arms and smiled and said, "It deserves it, do you think he has a director in his family?"

"It's so pitiful." Susan covered her eyes.

Michele shook her head, drew out her wand and fixed the Bludger.

Sun Zhu watched the play crookedly on the sofa, and for the first time felt the joy of the success of the twins' prank.

Neville, who was originally standing in the corner, turned his gaze to the seemingly empty corner.After hesitating for a moment, he raised his foot and walked over.