Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 422 Neville's Fate Turning Point

"Amazing! Ron, you are really amazing!"

"The legendary monster was actually summoned! It's too strong! I always thought those five cards were useless cards, but I didn't expect it to be so fierce!"

"Ron, how did you get that card in the end?! Is there any secret move?! Can you teach me?!"

In the Gryffindor lounge, Ron, who had returned from a big victory, was surrounded by stars like a great hero.

As long as Slytherin is defeated, no matter how small the victory is, it is worth celebrating with a party for Gryffindors, not to mention defeating the arrogant Malfoy in such a big scene. It deserves such treatment from the little lions.

"Hahahaha! Don't even think about it, how could that idiot Malfoy be my opponent!" Standing on the long table in the lounge, Ron gave an impassioned speech like a victorious general:

"Actually, I have long wanted to summon Exodia once in the game! But you all know that it is too difficult, and basically there is no possibility of success. After all, if you are careless in the game, you will lose everything. I only dare to use colored pens like Malfoy hahahaha!"

Standing on the table, Ron pointed out Jiangshan, talking about how to plan his deck, how to save his life, how to fight against the wind, and told his friends in detail, which attracted a lot of attention. The audience in the audience exclaimed again and again.

". At the last moment, I have actually calculated that the probability of drawing the next [Sealed Exodia] is one-third! One-third probability, isn't that easy to catch? When my hand When I put it on the deck, I knew I had won!"

At the same time, on the other side of the lounge, Hermione put down her hands covering her ears, stared at Ron's neck with murderous eyes, and said angrily: "It's really noisy, can't this person be more peaceful? I like to show off."

Harry was sitting on the sofa next to him, holding the barbell in one hand and flipping through magazines in the other. He smiled and said, "It's not the first day you know Ron's character, but if you want to read quietly, why don't you go to the library?"

"What time do you think it is now? And I have to help Neville check his homework, otherwise Neville will be in trouble for Potions class next week."

Sitting across from Hermione, Neville, who was struggling with homework after class, raised his head and smiled honestly, then continued to bury his head in his book.

Neville was at the tail end of Harry's class of students. Except for herbal medicine, his grades were passable, and he was at the bottom of almost every subject.

If it weren't for Hermione who often helped him with tutoring in his spare time and helped him, Neville would most likely become the first student in the history of Hogwarts to be repeated in the first year.

"By the way, Neville hasn't seen you participate in any activities. Every time I see you, I'm reading a book. The current courses are so simple. Why can't you learn?"

As soon as Harry finished speaking here, he realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing. He was so obsessed with lifting the dumbbell that he couldn't speak properly... Harry raised his head in embarrassment, and found that Hermione was staring at him fiercely.

"Sorry, Neville, I have no other meaning."

"It's okay." Neville shook his head sullenly, "My magical talent is not good, and my memory has been very poor since I was a child. Even if I read the book every day, I can't remember much the next day. It is true. I'm too stupid myself."

Looking at Neville who became more and more depressed, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Harry held up the dumbbell awkwardly, at a loss, and he felt that what he had said was too much.

Although Harry felt that his relationship with Neville was not bad, he was usually busy and had little communication with his dormmates, let alone Neville, who was the most transparent in their dormitory.

As a roommate, Harry didn't even know Neville as well as Hermione knew Neville. This made Harry not know how to deal with it for a while, so he could only look to Hermione for help. Here, if there is anything that can't be solved, it's right to find Hermione.

Hermione sighed, and felt that it was too difficult for her to work part-time as a psychological counselor for these stupid boys, even though she obviously had so much to learn every day...

"Neville, you know who Harry is, he didn't say that on purpose."

"I know, I really don't care." Neville smiled forcedly. Anyone could see that he was in a bad mood. In fact, Neville didn't blame Harry, he just felt powerless for his own weakness. .

Hermione continued to enlighten: "Neville, you just haven't found a learning method that suits you, or you haven't found your talent. You see, that idiot Ron's grades are also a mess, isn't he also very good at cards, don't Don’t be discouraged, you will definitely find a way that suits you.”

"Ah!" Ron, who was still talking loudly, sneezed fiercely, and the slugs roared out. His bad image succeeded in dissuading some ignorant girls who were about to turn into his little fans.

"You're right." Neville scratched his head and said with a naive smile, "I can still keep up with the progress in herbal medicine class, and Professor Sprout is also taking good care of me."

"Yes, Neville, you have to believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to do it!" Hermione encouraged Neville on the surface, but she was actually sighing helplessly in her heart.

Neville usually spends the most time in herbal medicine class, because Professor Sprout treats him very well and is the gentlest to him among all the professors, and Neville does not want to disappoint the professor.

But even though Neville tried his best to read and study, he was only able to keep up with the progress of his peers in the class of herbal medicine. Neville's talent...is really bad...

Maybe Neville really isn't suitable to be a wizard... Hermione shook her head vigorously to get this thought out of her mind, anyway, she would do her best to help Neville.

Neville was aware of his own disadvantages, but he never gave up his efforts. What qualifications did he have to judge whether others had "qualifications"?

Thinking of this, Hermione gave Harry another hard look, and said angrily: "Harry, if you have nothing to do, go to the side to attend Ron's speech, and don't fiddle with your iron blocks here to affect our study! "

"Eh..." Harry was disgusted, he raised the dumbbell and pushed his glasses in embarrassment, "I will definitely be tortured by Ron next time in the dormitory, so I won't go over and suffer in advance..."

Harry is very clear about the nature of his best friend. Alas, if it wasn't for Mr. Gandalf who refused to practice with me again, why should I come back so early? Compared with lifting dumbbells in the activity room to practice arm strength, I still prefer Fighting from fist to flesh...

Well, if only someone could fight with me...huh?etc!
Harry froze suddenly, turned his head to look at Neville, and looked up and down. Neville seemed to be aware of it, and when he raised his head, he saw Harry's strange eyes, and his inexplicable ass tightened.

"Ha... Harry... I... Is there something wrong with me?" Neville said, shrinking his neck.

Harry stood up abruptly, walked over to Neville's side, and grabbed his shoulder before he could dodge.

Then Neville felt like he was held down by a giant dragon, unable to move at all!Then Harry groped all over Neville without hesitation!
Neville's face was livid with fright. He raised his head, but he could only see a strange light reflecting from Harry's round mirror...

Help... help...!Neville's face was pale, and he cast a distressed look at Hermione beside him.

"..." This time Hermione ignored Neville's plea for help, her face flushed slightly, she turned her face away, but she stared at this scene of unity and friendship out of the corner of her eye... It seemed... quite happy to watch?
Neville was completely desperate, and could only let Harry play with him like a puppet, his face lifeless.

But Harry didn't grope for a long time. After a while, Harry patted Neville's strong shoulder and said: "Good guy! I didn't expect Neville to have a good foundation! I usually see you are chubby, but I didn't expect that That's not fat but a strong body!"

"..." I often help the professor weed and hoe, it's normal to be stronger, but Harry, you look gentle on the surface, I didn't expect you to be a beast in clothes!What's the matter with your strange power! ! !Neville's eyes were full of horror.

"Neville, come with me! I have something nice for you Kangkang!"

"Wait...wait! Harry, Harry don't want it!"

Seeing Neville being picked up by Harry like a chick, Hermione raised her hand, and finally chose to remain silent... She patted her hot face, feeling a little weird...

...Well... the pure friendship between boys... isn't it beautiful...

On the other side, Harry pulled Neville out of the lounge and took him to an empty corner...

"Neville, I think there is a different path that might suit you..."

"Huh? Harry, what are you talking about?"

"Neville, do you want to become powerful? Do you want to stop being underestimated by others? Do you want to have real power? Didn't you say that you once wanted to be an Auror, and now you are still pursuing this dream is it on?"

Harry's questioning caused Neville to fall into silence, and Harry's questions pierced his heart, because these were his deepest desires.

Neville licked his somewhat dry lips, swallowed with difficulty, and spoke hoarsely, "I...how am I going to do it?"

"Crack!" Harry slapped Neville's shoulder hard, and Neville almost screamed out in pain. Harry raised his thumb, not only his eyes, but even his white teeth reflected strangeness. the light of...

"Neville! I see that you have amazing bones, and you are a one-of-a-kind martial arts genius! Do you want to learn fencing with me? Let me teach you fencing skills!"

Neville staggered and almost fell, he looked up and looked at Harry with disbelief in his eyes.

"what???"

(End of this chapter)