Chapter 543 First Encounter
‘I have to fight with those guys after class. ’
Neville communicated with several students from his college with eyes.
No, Slytherin got strong support - although some students in Demstrong don't accept black magic so much, they can't change the nature of Demstrong's love for both black magic and pure blood.
More importantly, there are actually many pure blood children who send their children to Demstrong, and before they were sent, the children of pure blood families had actually seen them many times.
Therefore, Slytherin's students are extremely active these days, especially in private fights, which are much more powerful than before.
‘I guess I learned black magic, but I just didn’t dare to use it. ’
Navi thought in confusion, but he focused his attention on the class again - but unfortunately, after the stunned kung fu just now, he could no longer understand what the professor was talking about.
‘It’s over, I have to understand it a little bit after the fact…’
With a little despair, Neville thought and began to try to catch up with the professor's progress, but to no avail. His anti-black magic talent is really ordinary. The only thing he can do is herbal talent. Even if he can still get E's spell and anti-black magic class, he could barely get the Hogwarts duel class hosted by Harry after the class.
‘What is Professor Moody talking about…’
He felt a little headache, but he didn't dare to be distracted, and began to try to stuff those things that he couldn't understand into his head. However, Professor Moody, who had been talking halfway, suddenly left the podium and walked towards the door.
All the students took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief, while Neville quickly flipped through the book and tried to catch up with the missed course, but as he tried to remedy it, he suddenly heard his name.
‘No way? ’
He was stunned for a moment, but this time he heard it real - not only did he call his name, but also a bunch of classmates' eyes.
‘What a bad thing happened? Laifu won't be lost, right? Or was it assassinated by Snape? ’
With bad guesses, he came to the front of the classroom with fear, preparing to meet the approval of fate - there were too few good things he encountered at Hogwarts.
"I have to take him there, Alasto."
"Of course it's no problem."
Professor Moody grinned in front of Neville, but this did not seem friendly at all.
Neville wanted to ask what the professor wanted him to do, but he didn't have the courage - to be honest, it was much harder than fighting with Slytherin, who just needed to swing his fists and wand with his eyes closed.
Fortunately, Professor McGonagall is more kind than usual. Before he could ask, the professor mentioned the reason. "Augusta told me the reason. Although Hogwarts generally does not allow students to leave school at will during class, I think this is necessary - you should also know that your parents have woken up."
Neville was confused when he heard the previous words, but the last sentence was like a hammer slamming him hard on his head, making him unable to breathe.
'wake up? wake up? ’
He couldn't think, but the word was desperately hiking into his head.
It was like a magic, a bottle of potion, or something else strange, all in all, hit his head and then began to spread and grow rapidly.
An invisible stone was something else, which was always pressing on his head and on his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe freely and laugh and crying quickly under the influence of this spell or potion.
No, it didn't disappear, it exploded with a bang.
A fresh air flow rushed in, circling around his eyes and nose, locking his arms and hands directly.
"Professor?"
He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he still squeezed out a voice - Professor McGonagall didn't know why there was a ghost in front of him, and it was so blurry, but he still stared at his dean, afraid that this was a dream or something strange.
"Yes," the professor's voice seemed to have an echo, or his tinnitus, it was far away, "they woke up."
A strong sense of joy rushed up, and the nose felt a little sore, "Professor?"
"Well, yes, they woke up. Augusta please let me take you to Saint Mungo to see them." The professor's voice rang in his ears with a strange ear twitch, but he couldn't care, "Well... well, I know, I know, Professor."
He couldn't remember what happened - he couldn't feel his legs anymore. He seemed not walking, but was floating on the road, and then he was pulled away from Hogwarts by the professor, and then came to a place he loved and hated very much.
It was not until he saw this familiar place that he felt that he was still alive and still fearful.
"Professor..."
He couldn't move his legs any longer - as if he could feel their existence just now.
"You're fine, Neville,"
The dean nodded--it wasn't until now that Neville realized that the professor could have such a soft smile on his face, "Yes, you're fine, whether it's height or anything else, it's all good. Augusta took good care of you."
"Yeah!"
Neville nodded vigorously, and his nose made a strange noise.
He hurriedly raised his wand, but suddenly remembered something--spokes cannot be cast outside the school.
"Clean up."
He heard the mantra that Professor McGonagall whispered, and felt his face relaxed suddenly.
"Go, the fifth floor."
Professor McGonagall nodded at him.
Neville looked at his dean, stunned for a moment, and then began to rush upstairs with a desperate attempt - he had never been so anxious to climb the stairs, but today's stairs were simply too long.
But fortunately it finally arrived.
Taking a breath, he took out the strength of the fight and pushed open the heavy and deadly door.
"Who are you?"
A vaguely familiar witch in her forties stared at him, and the wand in her hand was almost aimed at him before Neville could react.
But the wand and the arm holding the wand fell almost instantly, and then he was hugged tightly - the force was so strong that he almost suffocated, but the warmth made him unwilling to say a word.
"Alice?"
A voice that Neville was unfamiliar with came from it, and then a face that was vaguely present in memory, but this face was filled with a look and a bit of uncertainty about reality.
Neville felt like he was being watched in circles - but he had no intention of struggling.
"Navi?"
He heard his father shouting like this, but his tone was not confirmed.
Then he saw his grandmother look at her handbag, and finally picked her father's butt and came hard.
"Mom!"
"Frank, you are serious!"
"But I just slept for a night. Although I was very happy to marry Alice, the day after I woke up, you told my son that he was almost older than me!"
(This chapter ends)