Chapter 575 You should be proud, Neville

What are Soule and Hermione doing at this time?

After the situation calmed down and Fudge came with the Auror, he and Hermione immediately walked towards the boy who had taken action before him.

The boy is Neville Longbottom, the Gryffindor who has low self-esteem, is timid, but has courage at critical moments.

Neville had just handed the girl back to her mother intact, but was at a loss as the girl's mother kept bending and bowing to thank her.

Neville waved his hands and said no thank you, and then was forced to accept the gold Galleons the woman took out from him.

"It seems that you have indeed taken advantage of what I have taught you, Mr. Longbottom."

"Mr. Abbot?" Neville held a few shining gold Galleons in his hands and turned his head in surprise and joy, "Hermione? Why are you here?"

"I came to visit a friend." Soul, who transformed into Ebo, said softly. "Coincidentally, I met Miss Granger here."

"So that's it." Neville looked at the Galleons in his hand and felt a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it he put it in his pocket.

"Why are you here, where is your grandma?"

Hermione asked at this time. After Soul fell asleep during the day, she and Harry went to see Mr. Weasley. They met Neville in the corridor and learned what happened to his parents.

"Ah, by the way, my grandma is still waiting for me up there."

As soon as he finished speaking, an anxious voice rang out,

"Neville, Neville! Little darling, are you okay? I heard someone above say there are werewolves downstairs." An old woman wearing a tall wizard hat with vulture feathers came over eagerly. The hat is a little crooked, due to anxiety, and the withered, eagle-like hands are holding a wand that has obviously been weathered but in good condition.

Although the old woman was very old, there was no aging in her steps. When she saw that Neville was standing there and not falling to the ground, she first breathed a sigh of relief, and then worried about whether Neville had suffered any other injuries. One hand grabbed Neville and glanced up and down.

Neville's chubby body was pulled back and forth by the old woman. He glanced at Ebo subconsciously and saw him looking at him with a smile. His round face suddenly turned red. He had never tried to struggle in grandma's hands. He didn't know where the courage came from and steadied himself.

"I'm fine, grandma, I'm really fine."

Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom, still went her own way and scanned Neville up and down several times to make sure that he was really alive and kicking, and that he had not been scratched by a werewolf and got rabies. Oh, that was wrong...it was because he was infected with wolfsbane that he gave up completely. Heart comes.

It was also at this time that she could distract her attention and look at Hermione and Soul aside.

She knew Hermione, she had met her once during the day, but the other...

"Hello, Mrs. Longbottom." Soul stretched out his hand first.

"Oh---Hello." Mrs. Longbottom stretched out her hand and shook it. "Excuse me, are you--"

"He is our teacher, Grandma." Neville said before Soul could answer.

"Professor of Hogwarts?" Mrs. Longbottom glanced at Soul several times in confusion, then turned to look at Hermione. Hermione also nodded. Ah, although he did not have a formal professorship, Dumbledore knew this. Yes, Soul is indeed teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts...

Well, the teacher is right.

"Oh, hello, Neville didn't cause you any trouble in the castle. This kid is good at everything, but he's a little too shy."

Mrs. Longbottom suddenly became enthusiastic. She wanted to take charge of the entire Longbottom family. Hogwarts was far away from her home, and there was no need to notify her if there were any personnel changes, so she believed it immediately.

"In fact, Neville's performance in the castle is very good, madam." Sule said with a smile. "Dean Sprout has mentioned to me many times Neville's outstanding talent in herbalism. Every herbal class He will win a lot of points for Gryffindor."

This was a white lie, but it wasn't all a lie. Neville's talent in herbal medicine was indeed great, and he even joined Professor Sprout's Greenhouse Club with Hannah.

"Oh? Really?" Mrs. Longbottom looked at Neville along her pointed nose with scrutinizing eyes, but her expression was filled with relief.

"But it is true that this child has loved flowers and plants since he was a child. He is completely unlike his father. I have to say that his father's talent was also recognized at Hogwarts back then."

Neville lowered his head when his grandmother looked at him, and Mrs. Longbottom's mouth didn't stop---

"His parents, my son and daughter-in-law, were tortured crazy by the mysterious man's men, so rather than using herbs, I hope he can become an Auror like his father to protect the entire Longbottom family."

"oh---"

Soul sighed softly. He knew what happened to Neville's parents from his past life memories. In this life, his biological parents were also killed by Death Eaters---

But sometimes, living is more painful for loved ones than death. Time can heal everything, but it cannot heal the scars caused by seeing loved ones who are worse off than dead all the time.

This is probably why Neville studies herbal medicine, talent is one of them. I am afraid he also wants to find a way to cure his parents from magical plants.

"Dumbledore mentioned them to me. They are heroes, well-deserved heroes. In order to protect their families, they sacrificed their health and sanity--but Neville didn't even dare to mention his parents-"

Soul put his arm around Neville's shoulders and interrupted Mrs. Longbottom.

"I have to say that Neville has completely inherited the excellent qualities of his parents. Just now, madam, you can't imagine how panicked people were when they discovered that a werewolf had appeared. And Neville, when a little girl was about to die, When she was under the claws of a werewolf, she stood up and successfully protected the little girl.”

"Is it true?" Mrs. Longbottom showed a surprised expression, as if she couldn't believe it. "Look up, is this true?"

Neville still didn't raise his head and muttered an explanation--

"But it was you and Hermione who finally subdued the werewolf. I just--"

"You have to know, Neville." Soul patted Neville's shoulder lightly, "Very few people would dare to stand up when a werewolf appears. Being able to stand up and release magic to stop it is already something worthy of praise. To be honest, I didn’t realize it at the time. If it hadn’t been for that accurate obstacle spell, the little girl would have spent her Christmas at St. Mungo’s.”

"I will inform Dumbledore about this. I think Gryffindor will have a lot of points after Christmas."

"Really?" After hearing the score, Neville suddenly raised his head and looked at Soul, his eyes bright.

Soul nodded with a smile. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Moody walking towards here. Knowing that the time was almost up, he patted Neville on the shoulder again.

"I will come to see your parents next time. I have admired them for a long time. I think now you should tell your parents about your performance. This is definitely something to be proud of. I think they will also be proud of it. You feel proud."

"Merry Christmas."