[HP] Born to be a pair

Their romance is going very well.

——It can also be said that Renee's survival plan went very smoothly.

Unlike Neville's rendezvous venues and her previous experience, they often took place in greenhouses and empty classrooms.And getting along in different places, Neville's posture and tone are completely different.

Usually in the hothouse in the afternoon sun, Neville looked more confident.The green world that surrounds them accepts him as their own child, and Neville has lived up to his gifted adoptive mother.

He knows almost every plant at his fingertips, and he can talk eloquently, no matter how strange the magical plants are, he can't trouble him.

When explaining the characteristics and living environment of these plants to Renee, he was full of witty words and often gave very interesting examples, which made her laugh out loud.

Renee, who is no longer troubled by survival, is also deeply immersed in this relaxed and happy atmosphere. She will be attracted by the stories described by Neville, put all her plans behind her, and enjoy this special afternoon time.

Together they help Professor Sprout tend to the plants and prepare materials for the next class in advance.

Renee's herbal notes had outgrown her plans, and Neville was learning to sneak her hand under Sprout's nose.

"—Now, you think you see the feathers of a chick, but in fact, these are the leaves of a plant—"

Professor Sprout's new plant has grown, and she is delighted to present the first pot to her proud students.

Both Neville and Renee were watching intently, their eyes fixed on the beautifully stretched broad leaves.

And under the long table covered with soft soil, Neville's palms were already slightly sweaty.

The other soft hand was less than an inch apart, smooth and cool, shaped as if it had grown just for him, otherwise why would Neville always feel his soul was filled every time they interlocked their fingers ?

Renee had been waiting for 10 minutes, and Professor Sprout spoke from the leaf to the stem, but Neville's hand was still in the air, frozen.

She simply didn't understand—it wasn't the first time holding hands, why was he so nervous?

She simply broke the delicate and tense atmosphere directly, and her rounded nails poked his hand, and Neville suddenly shuddered.

Immediately afterwards, under Professor Sprout's strange gaze, Renee held him tightly, interlocking her fingers, intimately.

"What's the matter, Neville?" Professor Sprout asked, "You're blushing, aren't you feeling well?"

"...uh." Neville's mind was blank, and he stammered out a meaningless cry.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Renee said with a smile, tightening her right hand to hold him in her palm. "He's getting a little uncomfortable in the sun."

And during potions remedial time in an empty classroom, he'd be more active than usual.

Renee thought he was avoiding potion practice at first, but she didn't expect Neville to improve very quickly under her guidance.After each class, his potion level (if there is such a thing) soars at least a few levels.

However, in the real Potions class, where Snape was eyeing him, Neville was completely flustered.

In after-school tutoring, he could achieve E: Exceeded expectations, but in the face of Snape's gloomy and oppressive eyes, he could only achieve A: Pass at most.

"Enough." Recalling today's Potions class, Neville said with lingering fear, "This year is the last year - to get an A, I am already very satisfied."

"Don't you want to go to the potion promotion class with me?" Renee said to him again in that seductive tone, "As long as your grade reaches E, you can."

Neville looked at her uneasily: "You're kidding, aren't you? Snape's promotion class... requires an O!"

Renee shrugged noncommittally, Snape's promotion class needed an O, and Slughorn's promotion class didn't.

But she didn't tell Neville, she just returned to the writing table, holding the wand high, and the golden potion in the cauldron began to be stirred clockwise.

The potion started bubbling, and Neville absently tossed in chopped peppermint.

He habitually hugged the thin Renee from behind, put his newly angular chin on her shoulder, and sniffed the scent of flowers coming from her body from nowhere.

"Do you remember Harry?" He paused, realizing the stupidity of his question, and added, "Hermione said he wanted to say something to someone who believed in him."

"Speak? Say what?" Renee slowly poured the euphoria potion into the glass bottle and sealed it with a cork.

"I don't know." Neville was a little frustrated, "Aren't you interested? But I promised Hermione that I would go to the Pig's Head on Hogsmeade Day."

Renee was a little upset. They had originally agreed on a date day for the two of them, and that was their first date in Hogsmeade.

But—wait—

"Pig's Head Bar?" She suddenly became interested, and slammed the glass bottle on the table, so frightened that Neville immediately let go of his hand, not daring to touch her again.

"I'm sorry—did you mean the Pig's Head just now?"

The first batch of DA members appeared in the Pig's Head Bar. She joined DA, but at a very late stage.

And now Umbridge is in power, ruining the students' Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and wants to censor the professors.

That's right, it's this time, and the appearance of DA is exactly in this time period.

And she couldn't help thinking about her third life. At that time and now, she was still chasing and intercepting Draco Malfoy behind Dean's back, just to find out the secrets of the Death Eaters-although she finally found out that it turned out that Malfoy really knew nothing, as he said.

"Yes!" Neville said happily, seeing her change of attitude. "We can have butterbeer in there, what do you think?"

"Whatever," Renee said. "I promise you, we'll go together, it doesn't matter if you have butterbeer or not."

"No, there has to be butterbeer." Neville insisted abnormally, until she nodded, and then happily hugged Renee into her arms again.

Everything is silent, the sky has turned into a misty purple blue, with peeping stars shining, and the afterglow of the full moon shines on Renee who is returning to the tower.

"It's too late today," said Padma, her good friend and Ravenclaw's prefect. "It's past nine o'clock. Fortunately, you didn't meet Filch or the professor."

"My hearing is fine." Renee smiled and was pulled over by her, "What's the matter?"

Padma looked around nervously, and spoke to her in a tone of discovering a shocking secret: "This week is Hogsmeade Day, you and us will go to the same place."

"Where?" Renee couldn't help lowering her voice, even though she already knew her next sentence.

"Pig's Head Bar!" Padma said triumphantly, "Don't ask yet! You'll know when you go, Parvati and I are going."

"And I."

Startled by a soft, ethereal voice, they both turned their heads at the same time, only to find Luna Lovegood, a fourth-year student, standing behind the armchair.

Her hair was dirty and unkempt, she wore multicolored glasses shaped like the eyes of an owl, and she was carrying a stack of textbooks in her arms.

Seeing the eyes of Renee and Padma, she said, "I want to go too."

"Great." Padma said a few perfunctory words, rolled her eyes and said patiently to her, "Lovegood, next time don't stand behind someone and speak suddenly, you know?"

"There are many harassment horses on your head!" Luna ignored Padma, but said to Renee in surprise, "Do you need help?"

After finishing speaking, she approached and waved her hand, and the textbooks in her arms fell on her feet, but she didn't care, just trying to help Renee drive away the things that didn't exist around her ears.

Renee and Padma glanced at each other and pulled out a friendly smile: "Thank you, are they gone now?"

Under Padma's obviously ugly face, Luna lowered her hands, put the textbook on her feet back into her arms, and looked at her sympathetically.

"No... there are too many of them, but they look a little more transparent than ordinary harassers, as if they are destined to disappear, but are still dying."

Regardless of the influence of this passage, she took off her so-called demon-proof glasses, and happily walked back to the dormitory along the spiral staircase.

And Renee's amused expression suddenly turned livid. She didn't know what the words were implying, but her behavior was never a 'dying struggle', but a 'narrow escape'!

"Forget it." Padma reassured her, "Do you also believe her words?"

Liza said, too, "Yeah! I mean, harassing the Gadfly? What's that?"

The two girls were the only ones in Renee's close circle of friends who were still willing to speak to her after their relationship with Neville became public.

There were always people who thought Neville Longbottom wasn't cool enough, and dating someone like that would take a toll on Renee's image.

But it didn't matter, even if there were thousands of such friends, Renee would never put them on the same scale as Neville.

"My winter coat is too thin," said Renee sadly. "I tried to get through it—anyway, it wasn't a wise decision, and I had to write to my father again."

"Is he still asking about those things?" Lisa asked, "I also checked for you, and we also checked a lot of documents. There is no one named Amelia Vance in Hogwarts."

Old Hawk is obsessed with tracing the past of Amelia Vance - also known as Renee's mother - and he wants to know everything about this beloved woman.

Now that they had lost their future, he could only stick his long, straight nose in front of Renee like an anteater, frantically demanding that she search for clues at school to piece together her mother's life.

"I asked the professor too." Renee sighed. "Nobody's heard of the name, I mean—if she's really a witch, why didn't she come to Hogwarts?"

"Perhaps she chose to study at home and be taught by relatives," Padma said. "Hogwarts is not compulsory for students to attend, and she may have gone to another school."

But anyway, Renee had to write to her father, begging humblely for money for winter clothes.

She is not vain, but the situation at home is too difficult.

His father used to work in a respectable electrical company, but since he witnessed his wife's dead body, he has been depressed all day long, neglecting his life and work, almost starving the baby Renee to death, losing his job, and owed a large debt.

It took a few years before he picked himself up, abandoned his odd jobs for a job in a factory, paid off his debts, and put on the agenda the lake house he had planned with his wife.

After moving into the hut with his daughter, their life has always been food and clothing. There are tiles to shelter from the wind and rain, beans and vegetables to feed their stomachs, and old clothes and trousers to keep out the cold. He doesn't know what else Renee is not satisfied with!

Renee was more dissatisfied. Her summer vacation never had fun, or memories of travel. Instead, she worked part-time at an ice cream shop in town.

Just to save money to buy clothes and shoes for the next growing age.

Old Hawk, who couldn't see the inches she'd climbed through puberty, or the arms and ankles that were embarrassingly exposed, paid only for what he thought he should buy -- school supplies and textbooks.

The gowns for the fourth-grade prom were all bought by Renee working two jobs during the summer vacation!

She hurriedly wrote a cold and stiff letter home, and threw it on the bedside.

Renee was aware of someone peeping from under the velvet curtains, she knew it was the group of former friends, but she felt suddenly annoyed.

Unprecedented, she opened the precious box, took out her mother's pocket watch from it, and hung it around her neck.

The cold pocket watch fell on her chest, just like her mother's frozen hands, warming her heart bit by bit.

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