The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

Neville in the original book is also the child predicted by Trelawney, who is only one day older than Harry. But because of his pure-blood origin, Voldemort thought that the half-blood Harry was more like himself, and thus "escaped" by chance.

But his Auror parents did not escape the torture of Bellatrix Lestrange. After being repeatedly hurt by the Cruciatus Curse and going crazy, they lived in St. Mungo's for more than ten years and could not recognize their own family. Neville was raised by his grandmother, Lady Augusta.

Perhaps it was because he was cast under a forgetfulness spell when he was young - because he witnessed his parents being tortured to insanity - he was often slow to react and always forgot things.

But such a chubby blond boy who doesn't look very smart and has average magic talent still entered Gryffindor, which is known for its courage, in the original book, and later led Dumbledore's Army, killed Nagini, and became the Gryffindor Swordmaster. After the war, he became the professor of Herbology at Hogwarts and married Hannah Abbott.

Now, he became a member of Hufflepuff, standing in the warm and bright Badger Yard Common Room, looking a little reserved, but more curious and expectant.

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

"I... I'm thanking Madam Helga. Thank her 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 ask you to come?"

"Ms. Helga said that she would teach everyone. Any little wizard who wants to come here can come." Neville whispered, "That's why I was taken in by Hufflepuff."

Ernie frowned and said, "You're not wrong, but I think Ms. Helga is willing to give all young wizards a chance, regardless of their talent and bloodline. This doesn't mean that those who come to Hufflepuff have nowhere to go."

Neville was shocked by the meaning of his words and said quickly, "I didn't, that's not what I meant. I wanted to say... I wanted to say that if it weren't for Ms. Helga's tolerance, I would definitely not be able to go to school at Hogwarts."

"I just want to say that you're wrong to think this way." Ernie's voice became a little louder. "Why do you think so little of yourself? If you don't come to Hufflepuff, you can go to other houses."

"I……"

"You two, um, excuse me..." A voice interrupted, a little tangled, "It seems that you all know something about this place, but I...actually I still feel like I'm in a dream. I found that there is no electricity or signal here. Is this all really just magic?"

Ernie looked at the boy who spoke and blinked: "Oh, you're Finch-Fletchley?"

"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 just said seems to be more suitable for me. If it weren't for the great founder lady you mentioned, I would be the one who couldn't go to school here! After all, you are accustomed to many things here, but I am like a fool, often frightened."

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

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

"Thank you very much. Anyway, I don't want to be sent to Eton. I don't want to go to a special boys' school, even if it means that my aristocratic status is recognized." Justin looked a little disdainful. "Above the aristocracy there is the royal family, above the wealth there is even more... It's boring. It looks more fun here."

"Well, even though I didn't quite understand it, I know the Sorting Hat definitely didn't give you the option of Slytherin. That house is particularly concerned with things like bloodline and ambition." Ernie pulled them to sit on a sofa. In the distance, two prefects were teaching a girl of Muggle origin how to use a wand and they didn't bother to look at them.

"Look, I guess only in this academy would someone be willing to spend their time teaching others to do this..."

"Of course, I heard that the people here are mediocre and stupid, probably because they like to do things that please themselves." A contemptuous voice interrupted Ernie, "I wonder if you can use this time to benefit yourself and make some friends worth making friends with... What good can you get from spending time on punks?"

Sun Zhu, who had been eavesdropping, turned his gaze slightly and saw that Smith was indeed looking very proud.

"It's funny, then what are you? Aren't you one of the fools?" Ernie sneered, "Ms. Helga's kindness is wasted on you."

"McMillan, I advise you to find out my identity before talking to me." Smith raised his eyebrows. "My uncle is the director of the Legal Department, and my uncle works for the International Magic Trade Office. You don't know what this means, do you?"

"What do you mean?" Justin said blankly, "It's not a coincidence. My mother is a lawyer, my aunt is a prosecutor, and my father runs a toy company... Oh, and my uncle is the executive vice president of a luxury brand in Europe and America. He also knows a lot about business."

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

Then he shook his sleeves and left.

Sun Zhu couldn't help but put a Bludger model at his feet. This thing would chase after people after it hit them, and if they were caught up, they would be hit in the face. Captain Field often used it to give them extra training.

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

"No, that's a perfect answer." Ernie patted him and Neville on the shoulders. "See? No matter what you say next time, you are here because of Ms. Helga's tolerance. Just think about that guy just now. He is the one who was not wanted by other colleges and had to come here in the end."

Justin said helplessly: "Why is the magic world so complicated..."

Neville nodded, "I...I understand. Thank you."

Senior Pike looked at them and said, "What happened? Do you need help?"

"No, it's all taken care of." Ernie waved his hand.

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

Looking at Zacharias who was running around in the lounge and getting hit in the face a few times, Hannah crossed her arms and laughed, "Serves him right. Do you think he's the only one with a director in his family?"

"How pitiful." Susan covered her eyes.

Michelle shook her head, pulled out her wand and froze the Bludger.

Sun Zhu leaned on the sofa to watch the show, and for the first time he felt the joy of the twins' successful prank.

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