[HP] Born to be a pair

Of course Neville was willing to help Harry and Hermione.

If you have to get to the bottom of it, the timid and cowardly Neville Longbottom has actually been transformed since the fourth grade.

It wasn't until then that Renee suddenly realized that he was also a qualified Gryffindor.

The bravery buried deep in her heart was revealed, the act of sacrificing herself for friendship - she should have known it earlier.

But she didn't know how much the butterfly effect caused by her behavior would affect their plan this time, and whether it would cause someone to lose their life in this impulsive and dangerous action.

What if that person happened to be Neville?The only key to the door of her life, died before she was 17 years old?Then what should she do?

Through the window at the end of the corridor, Renee had already seen a group of people headed by Ron rushing to the Forbidden Forest.

Neville was at the end, and looked back at the castle with some hesitation. Renee didn't know what he was thinking at this time, but in the end he turned his head firmly and disappeared around the Forbidden Forest.

There was no time to think, if Neville was allowed to go to the Ministry of Magic, regardless of whether he could return safely, there would be cracks in their relationship afterwards - and if it was not repaired properly, this matter would become a permanent scar.

"Okay," Renee muttered to cheer herself up, "Isn't it just to face the mysterious man again, it's no big deal..."

She can't just watch Neville step into danger, then... at least she can use the chance of resurrection to find out the real route——

Even though it was early summer, she exuded a dying chill from head to toe. Fear and anxiety were intertwined in her chest. Renee could only take deep breaths to comfort herself.

The next resurrection should be right after the end of OWL. As long as she can accumulate rich experience in this operation, Renee will never repeat the same mistakes next time.

When we came near the Forbidden Forest, it was already dark, and the mist filled the ditches and covered the willows hanging from the tops of the trees.

In order not to attract attention, Renee walked entirely by the faint moonlight, and the darkness fell over her shoulders like a rain-soaked blanket.

There was a rustling sound, and Renee drew out her wand vigilantly and looked back into the depths of the forest. Not far away, she saw a few tall thestrals leisurely walking towards her.

"What's wrong?" She withdrew her wand in bewilderment, "Have you lost your way?"

The Thestrals ignored her, instead they walked past Renee with their noses up.She pondered for a moment, and followed them not too far or too close, and she had a direction.

"...Look, there are a few more horses..." She heard Luna's voice with a smile, "You two smell really strong..."

Renee took a few deep breaths again, looked at them with the most determined eyes in her life, and slowly approached from behind the Thestrals: "I'll go too."

"Why is there another one?!" Harry yelled almost collapsed, "This matter has nothing to do with you! Leave quickly, okay?"

"My friend's business has nothing to do with me!" Renee said tactfully, and looked at Harry with stubborn eyes again, without giving Neville who was standing beside him a look.

"You're going to fight the Death Eaters, aren't you? Don't forget how good my spells and Defense Against the Dark Arts are, I can help!"

"She's right!" Ginny glanced at her appreciatively, "We are all from DA, what? Don't we deserve to fight against the mysterious person?"

"Okay, okay—" Harry said roughly, "It's your own choice, go ahead, pick a Thestral and ride it!"

Only Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were unable to see a creature with the beauty of death like thestrals with their own eyes.

So they could only sit on the satin-smooth horseback with the help of others, and caressed the void in their eyes over and over again in amazement.

Although Renee could see the Thestrals, Neville still took the initiative to help her climb the tall horse.

When he himself was willing to go on an adventure with Harry, he seemed so hesitant, but facing Renee who made the same choice, he seemed a little hesitant.

"You...you really..."

"Stop talking nonsense, Neville, get on your horse." Renee said coldly, "Am I the kind of person who doesn't care about the life or death of my friends?"

Immediately afterwards, she saw guilt and regret on Neville's face with satisfaction and regret. Obviously, he had really shaken his opinion of Renee.

All six mounted the Thestral, and Renee hugged its smooth, bony neck stiffly.The thestral Harry was sitting on had already flown into the sky, she quickly stretched her body, and whispered to her thestral, "Good boy, follow the companions ahead."

As if it understood, the Thestral slowly lowered its body, spread its huge leather-like wings, and rushed Renee into the sky.

It wasn't until they broke through the pervasive fog and broke through the airtight forbidden forest that Renee realized that the blood-red setting sun had fallen in the sky before night fell, baking the six adventurers flying in the sky brightly.

She pressed her hot cheeks against the satin-like mane of thestrals to avoid being blown off by the wind, but her eyes bulged wide to look at the scenery under the clouds and mist.

From Hogwarts to Hogsmeade, from rolling hills and valleys to brightly lit towns.Renee couldn't help but estimate how long the flight had taken, but the stiff and numb limbs could only tell her—it must have been more than an hour.

Neville crouched on the thin back of the Thestral, using his tall and strong body to press on it, his limbs were as strong as buckles, and he was afraid of slipping and falling in the middle of the flight.

His Thestral flew near Renee, whether he did it on purpose or by coincidence, but Neville was happy to be by her side, and he shouted into the wind, "Are you okay?"

Renee forced the corners of her mouth to smile at him. She didn't want to talk to him, but now was not the time to show her temper, so she could only open her mouth to pour in the cold wind and said, "I'm fine—I'm about to land! Hold on tight! "

Sure enough, not long after Harry's Thestrals landed, the other Thestrals suddenly changed direction and rushed towards the ground. Neville screamed and grabbed his Thestrals' mane desperately. Wang also reminded her: "Be careful! Be careful! Renee——"

Thestrals landed lightly on the black ground like shadows, and Renee gasped and jumped off its back. Even though she had never been to a roller coaster in the town, she felt that this experience was more exciting than a roller coaster .

"My God!" Neville screamed and ran towards her. "For a moment, I thought I was going to fall off the horse!"

"Oh yes," said Renee, "then you're safe now, congratulations."

"You—you're still angry, aren't you?"

"...I guess there are some."

"I'm so sorry, I lost my mind at the time!" Neville said pitifully, "I thought you didn't care about Harry and the others, and stopped me from helping!"

This is true.

But Renee couldn't admit it, she just continued to follow behind Harry with a stern face, and said in a disappointed tone: "So, you really thought of me that way at that time, didn't you?"

"I..." He glanced at the other girls beside him in a panic: Hermione walked in the front and didn't hear their conversation;

Ginny glanced at them with strange eyes, shrugged helplessly at Neville, and strode forward;

Luna was very interested, but she just said to Neville: "You should give her a big-mouthed ball fish, which can not only cheer her up, but also fill her stomach."

"Big mouth... what?" Neville asked pitifully, but Luna had already followed Ginny into a tattered red phone booth on the side of the street, and Harry was standing outside the door, urging them.

"Quick, go in!"

Two people who were about to face the dark wizard but were still arguing squeezed into the narrow phone booth. Harry was the last to enter. He closed the glass door and said with difficulty: "Whoever is closest to the phone, please dial [-] !"

Someone started turning a dial, and Renee's face was pressed against Neville's chest, but all she wanted to do at this point was to keep away from him, lest he think she could easily forgive his offense.

"Uh, who's behind me—" said Harry with difficulty. "Stop moving, please? Put the guest badge on—shall we go?"

The floor of the phone booth began to tremble, and the sidewalk outside the glass windows rose higher and higher, and finally the scenery outside the phone booth changed from darkness to golden light, and Renee had to squint her eyes.

A few seconds later, they descended to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. The phone booth was opened suddenly, and Harry who was outside suddenly fell out and slapped the ground hard.

Neville grabbed a handful of Renee so she wouldn't fall too, but she quickly broke free from his arms and staggered to the side of the golden fountain.

In fact, Renee never knew exactly what happened in the Ministry of Magic incident.

Because she had never participated in it before, and the information she read from the newspapers was screened and controlled, and this also caused her to follow Harry and the others completely without thinking.

Of course, she is the only one who chooses the queen carefully—even if she has no common sense, Renee should know that there are no staff on duty in the Ministry of Magic at night

And the silence and emptiness of the present state is clearly extremely dangerous.

Harry confidently walked into the door marked "Department of Mysteries", but after they all went in, Renee discovered that there were twelve doors in this room!

She turned around suddenly and left a bronzing mark on the door she had just entered, and the sound startled the others.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked in a low voice, and when he looked up and saw the mark, it suddenly dawned on him, "Oh—you—"

"Good job, Renee!" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "Now we don't have to worry about not being able to find our way back later."

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the surrounding walls spun rapidly, and the twelve identical doors turned into phantoms in the high-speed rotation, but luckily there was still that golden imprint, shining in the darkness .

"You're amazing!" Neville exclaimed uneasily, he seemed to want to seize every opportunity to praise Renee, so as to make up for his mistakes.

"Okay, let's find Sirius first!" Harry said anxiously, "I remember in the dream... I entered a room that glowed. Let's look for it from the left first. I'll know when I find the right one. Hurry up." !"

Sirius?Renee's mind moved, did he mean Sirius Black, the mysterious man's subordinate?

This person is clearly still on the arrest warrant, but Harry can look for his enemy with such a big fanfare?

She absent-mindedly followed Harry into two different rooms, then backed out because it 'didn't fit his dream'.

When did You-Know-Who come to the Ministry of Magic?Afterwards, there will definitely be a battle here, but I don't know the scale... She has to protect herself, protect Neville...

"It's here!"

While Renee was still simulating the battle in her mind, Harry's excited voice came from the front. She hurriedly ran behind Neville, but was dazzled by the too bright light in the room.

After she blinked her dry eyes and got used to the diamond-like light, Renee suddenly froze in place.

Clocks, lots and lots of clocks!Clocks of all sizes and styles filled the room, as big as a grandfather clock and travel clock, and as small as Renee's pocket watch—

Speaking of Renee's pocket watch, she seemed to have seen a few clocks just like her pocket watch, placed in a crystal case, ticking and ticking.

"What on earth is this...?" Renee was in a daze, she could not wait to plunge her head into these glass boxes and study it carefully.

"I think those should be clocks related to the time-turner." Hermione said softly.

"Time?" Renee asked. "Time-Turner? Like this pocket watch?"

She pointed to a most similar pocket watch, and Hermione nodded cautiously.

Renee swallowed, and stretched out her hand nervously to cover the pocket watch she was wearing inside her robe. The cold case was as hot as a soldering iron in her palm.

The author has something to say:

Neville didn't know Renee well enough, the Renee he liked now was just the Renee she wanted to show him.