Pandaren Professor at Hogwarts

It was already dawn after leaving the school hospital. The result of the discussion between Lanfeng and Dumbledore was that Harry should learn the method of soul separation from Lanfeng next semester.

Lanfeng proposed that Harry should study with him this summer, but Dumbledore rejected it. The reason was that Harry's aunt had magic to protect Harry, and for the sake of Harry's safety, Harry could not be allowed to leave Privet Drive. Number four.

Lan Feng disagreed. Is there any safer place in the world than beside him?But he didn't argue with him anymore, after all, it was his own mistake that almost killed Harry.

Dumbledore was still waiting for Harry to wake up in the school hospital. He had promised to tell Harry part of the truth. Lanfeng didn't care about what happened between them. He left the school hospital alone, planning to go back to the dormitory and continue writing about the students. Final evaluation.

After passing the door of the principal's office, Lanfeng's office was just around the corner. But as soon as Lanfeng passed the corner, he stepped back and stuck his head out to look at the door of his office. A familiar figure was lingering at the door of his office, looking a little hesitant. , one moment he made up his mind to knock on the door, the next moment he took a few steps back in frustration, and wandered around again - that person was Neville Longbottom.

What was Neville doing with him?After a year of training, coupled with Lanfeng's treatment of his brain, his results in combat class were not bad.

Lanfeng couldn't figure it out, but looking at Neville's tangled look, it was obvious that he couldn't make up his mind about something. Lanfeng decided not to disturb him, turned around and went to Dumbledore's office, and asked Phoenix Fox to take him directly to him In the office, continue to work.

Outside the door, Neville's footsteps could be heard far and near, which made the listeners a little upset. After about half an hour, there was a knock on the door.

"Bang bang!"

"Please come in!"

Lanfeng put down the quill in his hand and stretched his waist. He saw Neville gently push the door open and poked his head in. After seeing Lanfeng, he moved his whole body in and turned around to close the door.

"thump!"

Neville immediately knelt down in front of Lan Feng, lowered his head, and said firmly, "Professor Lan Feng, please accept me as your disciple!" He knelt down and hit his forehead with the ground, making a loud noise.

Lanfeng was caught off guard. He stood up from his seat, scratched his round face, and used his true energy to lift Neville up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he removed his true energy, Neville fell to his knees again.

"What are you doing?" Lan Feng smiled bitterly, "If you want to be a disciple, just say you want to be a disciple. Why are you kneeling down?"

Neville, who was kneeling, did not raise his head and said to the ground, "I heard them say that if you want to become a disciple in China, you have to kowtow."

That's what happened.

"Okay, one kowtow is enough. Get up. I have something to ask you."

Neville got up and sat on a chair next to the desk at Lan Feng's signal. He put his hands on his knees and looked obedient, waiting for Lan Feng to ask questions.

"Why did you change your mind?" Although he told Neville when school started that he could come to him if he changed his mind, but after a series of things that happened to Harry, he now didn't want to involve another child in danger.

Neville heard Lanfeng's question, organized his speech for a long time, and then said "last night"

It turned out that Neville had noticed something strange about the Harry trio early on. When the three were about to go to the fourth floor to take the "test" last night, Neville stopped them in the Gryffindor common room and wanted to Stop them from doing dangerous things

"I won't let you do this." Neville said, rushing over to block the portrait hole, "I want to compete with you!"

"Neville," Ron was furious, "get out of that hole, don't be an idiot!"

"You are not allowed to call me an idiot!" Neville said, "I don't think you should put yourselves in danger anymore! And it was you who encouraged me to stand up to others bravely in the first place!"

"Yes, but you are not resisting us." Ron said angrily, "Neville, you have no idea what you are doing."

Neville took a step forward, "Come on, come here and hit me!" Neville raised his two fists and said. "I'm ready!"

The final result can be imagined. Although Neville's brain was enlightened, but his basic skills were very poor, he was knocked down by Hermione's Petrification Curse. He lay there for half the night. It was not until dawn that the curse was slowly lifted. .

"When they were secretly plotting, I heard something. They were discussing the Philosopher's Stone or something. Although I don't know what they wanted to do, it must be very dangerous!

Professor, it's all useless to me. I couldn't stop them. If I could be a little more powerful, a little more powerful, they wouldn't be back now! Neville said, tears welling up in his eyes. He sniffed and wiped the tears with the back of his hand, "Professor, Master, I want to become stronger!"I don’t want to be called an idiot anymore, I don’t want to hold my friends back anymore! "

Neville softened, slid off the chair, and knelt again.

Lanfeng looked a little soft-hearted, and carried Neville back to the chair with both hands, wiping away his tears with the back of his furry hands, "Don't blame yourself, Harry and the others are fine. Something did happen last night, but it was all Harry's fault. They made their own choices, and they did a great job." Lanfeng comforted, "You are great too. You have shown a lot of courage by being able to stand in front of them. You have done your best, and that is enough. , Neville, study well at Hogwarts, becoming my disciple means taking on more things."

"But, but" Neville learned that Harry and others were fine, his crying gradually stopped, but he was still choked with sobs.

"With great power comes great responsibility. Neville, you are craving for power now because of your emotions. You don't even know what you will face after you get the power!"

"I just want to help my friends!" Neville said firmly.

"Okay, if you can still say something like this after seeing what you have to face with your own eyes, I will accept you as my disciple."

In Dumbledore's office, most of the portraits on the wall were still asleep. The few with their eyes open were looking at the little boy shivering beside the pensieve.

Yes, Lanfeng took Neville to the principal's office and pressed him into the pensieve, letting him see with his own eyes what happened last night.

Now, Neville's head was in the pensieve, his exposed body was shaking, his hands were waving wildly from time to time, and he was accompanied by shouts from the basin.

Not long after, after reading the memory, Neville pulled his head out of the basin and slumped next to the pensieve. One hand was holding on to the floor and the other was covering his mouth. His expression was horrified, his face was pale, and his eyes were dull.

"How do you feel?" Lanfeng squatted down, put a hand on Neville's shoulder, and looked him in the eyes, "Do you still want to become my disciple now?"

Hearing Lanfeng's voice, Neville's eyes sparkled and he asked mechanically, "Ha, Harry, Ron and Hermione, they, they"

"Yes!" Lan Feng's expression was serious, "They are facing Voldemort, the guy called the mysterious man! Do you still want to worship me as your master now?"

Hearing this name, Neville trembled subconsciously, fear and panic flashed in his eyes. He remained silent and looked down at the ground.

Seeing Neville's appearance, Lanfeng felt relieved. He brought Neville here just to make Neville give up the idea of ​​becoming his disciple. It seemed that the effect had been achieved.

After patting Neville on the shoulder, Lanfeng stood up and said, "Fox, please send our little Neville back to the lounge. I think he needs a rest." After that, he walked out.

Before he had taken two steps, he heard a "thud" behind him. Looking back, Neville put his head on the ground. His body stopped shaking. He slowly raised his head and looked at Lanfeng. Although his expression was still a little scared, his eyes were full of fear. But the anger of hatred ignited in his heart, and he said decisively

"Master! I want to become stronger!"

Time flies so fast, Lan Feng's first school year at Hogwarts is coming to an end, and the winner of the annual Academy Cup is about to be announced.The Great Hall was decked out in Slytherin's green and silver colors to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup win.A huge banner with a Slytherin snake hanging on the wall behind the guest of honor seat.

"Another year has passed!" said Dumbledore cheerfully. "Before you indulge in these delicacies, I must trouble you all to listen to an old man's cliché. What a wonderful year it has been! It must be in your little minds. They are all richer than before... There is a whole summer vacation waiting for you, so that you can digest those things and clear your mind before the start of the next semester..."

"Now, as far as I know, we must first conduct the Academy Cup award ceremony. The specific scores of each academy are as follows: No. 4, Gryffindor, 710 two points; No. 3, Hufflepuff, 750 two points; Raven Crowe has 820 six points and Slytherin has 870 two points."

The score is much higher than in previous years, mainly because of the reward mechanism of the Lanfeng Hearthstone card pack. Judging from the score, Slytherin topped the list, and the Slytherin table burst into thunderous cheers and stomps. .

"Yeah, yeah, good performance." Dumbledore said, "However, a few recent events must also be taken into account." The auditorium became very quiet, and the smiles of the Slytherins also subsided a little.

"Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some final points to distribute. Let me see. By the way...the first item - Mr. Ron Weasley..."

Ron's face turned red all of a sudden, looking like a carrot that had been scorched by the sun. "...he won the most exciting game of chess at Hogwarts in many years, and I award fifty points to Gryffindor for that."

"The second item - Miss Hermione Granger... she faced the fire and calmly carried out logical reasoning. I will award fifty points to Gryffindor House." Hermione buried her face in her arms and secretly Cried.

"Item Three - Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore.The auditorium suddenly became extremely quiet. "...He showed fearless courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I would also like to award Gryffindor House sixty points."

The noise in Gryffindor was deafening.Those students who could still count the points in their minds while shouting until they were hoarse knew that Gryffindor was now at 870 points - exactly the same as Slytherin.They were on the verge of winning the House Cup - if only Dumbledore had awarded Harry a point more.

"There are many kinds of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, and it also takes a lot of courage to stand our ground in front of our friends. Therefore, I want to reward Neville Longbottom Ten points sir.”

Anyone standing outside the Great Hall at this moment might have thought there had been an explosion, as the cheers from the Gryffindor table grew louder and louder.Harry, Ron and Hermione stood up and cheered loudly. Neville's face turned pale with surprise, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by the crowd who rushed to hug him.He has never won a point for Gryffindor!

In the crowd, Neville raised his head and looked at his master, the panda professor sitting on the stage, who was applauding vigorously and smiling at himself, with a smile on his pale face.

"This means," Dumbledore had to shout loudly to be heard over the thunderous cheers, because even the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were celebrating Slytherin's sudden defeat. "We need to make some small changes to the decor here."

He clapped his hands, and in an instant the green dangling streamers turned bright red, and the silver turned gold; the gigantic Slytherin snake disappeared, to be replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion.Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, forcing an awkward smile on his face.

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