[HP] Born to be a pair

The small room under the stairs was cramped and dark, and the two could see each other's faces clearly only by the flickering kerosene lamps above their heads.Because of this, Neville could clearly see her reddened eye sockets and surprised expression.

Renee tidied up the flying parchment with him in a panic, so that the notes from herbal medicine class just flew into Neville's hands.

He fixed his eyes on the writing on the last page, and couldn't help but say: "Mibu Mibao is not a pure gray cactus, what grows on it is not thorns, but boils."

After finishing speaking, Neville felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have picked on the unfamiliar classmates at will, but she didn't seem to take it to heart. She just smiled shyly and brushed the hair from her rosy cheeks behind her ears.

"That's true...thank you for your correction." Renee stood up, hugging the messy pile of textbooks and parchments, "Maybe I should go to the greenhouse to look for Mibu Mibao, I always record when there is no real thing in front of me." mistake."

"I have a pot!" Neville blurted out. It was rare for him to meet someone who was also interested in herbal plants, so he couldn't help being a little happy. "If you need it, I can show it to you!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly recalled the identity of the girl in front of him, Dean's ex-girlfriend, and as Dean's friend and roommate, Neville shouldn't have contact with her.

But Renee's eyes burst out with surprise, and she raised the corners of her lips, revealing her white teeth: "Really, thank you so much!"

He replied vaguely, only in such a hut did he realize that he had grown a lot taller this year, and Renee was not a short girl either.

When they stood upright at the same time, the already narrow cubicle seemed even more crowded, and Neville could even smell the faint fragrance in her hair.

This made him feel uncomfortable, and even wanted to unscrew the doorknob and leave here immediately.But Renee just pulled away calmly, sniffed and pulled an old wooden barrel to sit down—maybe she didn't notice that she was blocking the door, Neville thought, and she spoke the next second.

"Am I being stupid?" She lowered her head, her expression unclear, but her tone was trembling with sadness, "My friends all think Potter is a liar, but I believe him from the bottom of my heart."

He suddenly felt a sense of approval in his heart.Neville's grandma is a wise and sensible witch. She once tore up the "Daily Prophet" in front of Neville during the summer vacation, and wrote a letter to the headquarters, which was filled with words of criticism, canceling Daily subscription to this newspaper.

Not only did Grandma trust Dumbledore and Harry, but Neville also believed in them, but this kind of trust seemed to most wizards to be foolish—including his friends, Seamus and Harry. dean.

So when Renee, the girl who hadn't spoken to Harry, stood squarely in the doorway of the Great Hall, expressing her trust fiercely, Neville felt a shuddering sense of gratitude.

Someone who thinks the same as him, someone who has the same queue as him, grandma!

"Of course you're not stupid!" Neville retorted sharply, for fear that she would be shaken. "My grandma said that those who believe in the Daily Prophet are stupid, and those who refuse to believe that the mysterious man is back are stupid. We should believe in Dumbledore and Harry!"

The girl with nutty brown curly hair finally raised her head, with a look of surprise and emotion on her pink, pointed face, she said in disbelief: "You are the first person beside me to say that! You and you Granny's were clever wizards, and I—”

Renee stopped abruptly, as her hungry stomach finally began to protest, purring.Her face flushed immediately, and she looked at Neville with bewildered, well-behaved eyes.

He turned his head away politely, and the roots of his ears were also a little red: "It's not over for dinner, why don't we go in and eat now."

"Oh..." Renee said hesitantly, "I just finished arguing with my friends, and now they must still be at the long table and don't want to sit with me-you go eat first, Neville, I'll wait a little longer."

After finishing speaking, she clutched her stomach with a bad complexion, as if her delicate stomach was already aching from hunger, and even her blushing face turned into a bleak paleness.At the same time, she took out her hands and rubbed them alternately, making her white knuckles turn red, looking very pitiful.

It was obvious that Neville couldn't ignore such a cold and hungry girl, and he noticed that Renee was only wearing a worn plain gown, the cuffs of which were too short to reveal the wrinkled shirt cuffs - with a warm cashmere Never wear a scarf!

He advised himself in his heart: "You can't leave her alone, she is a fresh person, even though she is Dean's ex..."

While unconsciously untiing the golden red scarf around his neck, he handed it to Renee carefully.

"You wait for me here for a while." Neville whispered, not daring to meet those gray-green eyes full of coquettishness, "I'll get you some food, okay?"

Renee took the scarf embroidered with griffins from his palm, and slowly put it on around her slender neck. She stared straight at Neville's staggered face, and said in surprise: " Oh! It's still warm - thank you, Neville, you're such a kind boy."

He watched as his red and gold scarf was taped to Renee's sky blue and bronze Ravenclaw badge, 'warm' - that was his body temperature, the words warmed the poor boy even more rise.

When Neville tried to unscrew the round doorknob, his overly congested head caused him to go the wrong way several times, almost locking them both in the small utility room.

"By the way, Neville." Seeing that he couldn't wait to move forward, Renee couldn't help calling out to him again, looking at Neville's stiff back, she added with a smile, "Bring me some more buttered peas and turkey I like sandwiches, thank you."

I don't know if that counts as an answer, but Neville did snort a vague promise from his nasal cavity, and then let go of the round handle in his palm, and his figure gradually disappeared into the gap of the slowly closing wooden door.

Renee rubbed her sore cheeks until she confirmed that there were no approaching footsteps at the door, and her shy and timid smile disappeared into nothingness, replaced by her usual expression—two dim eyes, drooping eyelids and the corners of her mouth at the same time , as if just returned from some funeral.

With the help of the dim light above her head, she quickly took out the notebook from her schoolbag, and wrote a few key words under the latest page of 'Neville Longbottom' with the shorthand quill she bought with a lot of money.

'Mibu Meebo', 'Grandma/Mrs. Longbottom - respect, trust', 'Harry Potter (with this as an entry point)', 'Attacking with rumors(?)'...

Immediately afterwards, she began to recall the class arrangement at the beginning of the fifth grade. Ravenclaw rarely attended class with Gryffindor, but at least she could use the time after class to find Neville and have daily conversations with him, adding to his The appearance rate that appears in life.

And OWLS, which every fifth-grade student is worried about, is not a difficult task for her, which is also natural!When a wizard has passed the exam three or four times, no matter how difficult the subject is, she will not be troubled.

Renee stayed in the cubicle for a long time, and after she broke away from the whirling thoughts, she realized that there was always a faint, metallic sweet smell lingering in her nostrils.

Mr. Filch, the caretaker, must have been hiding here drinking.She thought to herself, no wonder Neville's performance far exceeded her expectations just now, perhaps thanks to the slightly intoxicating smell of alcohol.

Not long after, Neville came back down the stairs with a full turkey sandwich and a whole bowl of buttered peas.He refused to go in again, just because his mind cleared up after being blown by the cold wind, he refused to be alone with Renee in the same cramped and small room, which made him a little suffocated.

The understanding Renee naturally agreed to his request.For some reason, the two coincidentally avoided the students filing out from the auditorium, sneaking side by side to a quiet empty room.

Maybe it was used as a classroom in the past, but now there are only a few tables and chairs in the wide space, enough for the two of them to eat here.

Neville chose a seat in the corner, and he only took two sandwiches, leaving Renee with a basket of delicious food.

But how could she let him go so easily?

So Renee only needs to flick her wand lightly, and a pair of slightly clean empty tables and chairs will scrape the marble floor and hit Neville's table, startling him, and taking a bite of the unfinished sandwich card In the throat, almost choked to death.

Renee patted and stroked his back lightly, which gave Neville goosebumps, but she just said kindly, "Take a sip of pumpkin juice!" After speaking, she took the only pumpkin juice in the basket Hand it to Neville's mouth.

It's important to save your life.Neville was so choked that he rolled his eyes. He grabbed the pumpkin juice and gulped down a big gulp, swallowed the soaked bread into his stomach, and then panted with lingering fear.

"I'm really sorry, I just want to have dinner with you." Renee said with an apologetic face, dragging an empty chair and sitting opposite him, "I can't eat so much by myself, of course I have to share it."

Although the boy with a round face has grown a sharp jaw, he still can't change his restrained personality.Neville couldn't believe that he was eating at the same table with his friend's ex, and they had a good conversation, and he still had an urgent desire to be friends with him!

"And then? Then?" Renee asked impatiently, "What did Professor Sprout say?"

"'Unbelievable! He actually wanted to plant the young roots of the mandrake in a crystal glass bottle! Could it be that he still wants to put it on display?'" Neville imitated the tone of the herbology professor vividly, "then, She just gave that homework a huge T!"

Renee covered her stomach and laughed out loud, and Neville couldn't help feeling a little smug and excited when he was out of breath—look, he is also a person who can tell funny jokes and make others laugh!

Then things happened so hastily, Renee, who was dehydrated from laughing, forgot the ownership of the bottle of hot pumpkin juice, picked up the glass bottle naturally, and put two rosy lips on the mouth of the bottle——Neville I really can't remember if it was the place where I drank it - I took a big sip happily.

"Squeak-"

The harsh sound of wood rubbing against the ground sounded, and Neville looked at her in panic, as if he had been stepped on a non-existent tail, and he stammered: "...I, I should go back to the lounge ...Sorry, I haven't finished my homework..."

Without waiting for Renee to respond, he hurriedly sorted out the empty plates, put them one by one in the basket, and left the room with it, without looking up at her the whole time.

He left, and took away a room full of laughter.Renee turned cold, frowned and began to recall the conversation between them, Neville's tiny expressions and movements.Just before the break, she added 2 pages to the pages belonging to Neville Longbottom.

The rain that had been pouring down all day finally stopped, and the dark blue night sky was like a piece of fine velvet satin, sprinkled with twinkling stars.

The arched floor-to-ceiling windows of the Ravenclaw lounge have always had a good view, and are close to the bust of Rowena Ravenclaw's marble statue in the alcove, so when Padma and others sat on the semicircular sofa there , Renee was not surprised.

"Have you eaten yet?" Padma asked cautiously. "I brought you some sandwiches."

"I ate with others, thank you, Padma." Renee said in a good mood, "Are you still doing your homework?"

Morag shrugged, and laid out the blank parchment in front of her for her to see.

"Then, let me lend it to you for reference." Renee took out a stack of thick paper from her schoolbag, "Don't quote all my data."

"You are Merlin alive!" The girls surrounded them screaming, laughing and yelling and dividing up their subjects, but Mandy hesitated for a long time before muttering again: "I'm sorry, Renee, I'm not I really wanted to say that."

"It's all right," Renee said. "I know you didn't mean to, but I have to correct you—I'm not even interested in Harry Potter, my savior."

"Of course!" Padma smiled and leaned over to hug her, "otherwise it wouldn't be my sister who danced with Potter at the ball last year."

She suddenly found something, and asked again in surprise: "Who are you having dinner with tonight? - you have a Gryffindor scarf around your neck - can't it be Dean?"

"Of course not!" Renee waved her hand, blowing towards the stairs leading to the dormitory like a wind, but before leaving, she left a message similar to that of a fried-tailed snail, "It's his roommate, Neville Longbottom .”

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Bad woman, bad woman!whee