Actually, this chapter should have been yesterday.,As a result, play the infinite stream of running groups...... It's so TM exciting, and the last few hundred words were dragged out until just now, covering his chest.

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is still the same as in the movie, the righteous friends will always wait until the underworld forces have finished doing bad things, or after being done with the aftermath, they will be late.

Speaking of which, Professor McGonagall's appearance really startled Neville.

This little monster, who had been extremely brave a few minutes ago, or who had fought hand-to-hand with the basilisk and won the battle, was almost eager to make a hole in the wall and dig a way out of it to the ground.

Don't doubt whether Neville has this ability, where there is a will, there is a way, and the hard work will pay off.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom. ”

Professor McGonagall looked at the two bold students with a blank face, her memory was very good, so she clearly remembered that last year, it was these two naughty mischievous mischievous people who were also uneasy and reassuring in the underground of Hogwarts Castle, so they actually destroyed all the levels that the professors had jointly arranged, and almost died at the hands of the Dark Lord.

Over the course of a year, Professor McGonagall was nervous and depressed when she remembered it.

Albus Dumbledore was great, but Professor McGonagall couldn't share many of his ideas, especially the part about war.

The war of more than a decade ago ruined an entire generation, and probably more than that. The students who had graduated from Hogwarts, each of them had taken her Transfiguration class, she remembered the names of the people, the faces and smiles of many of them, their youth, their enthusiasm, and the bright future of their own.

Then she watched as the men killed each other, and the small things that could have been laughed off on the Quidditch pitch turned into bitter hatred, mixed with betrayal of traitors for glory, and the most vicious curses were cast at the once close friends......

To fight the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters, Dumbledore founded the Order of the Phoenix, which was staffed by Hogwarts, especially the graduates of Gryffindor House.

It was true courage, not recklessness, and it was also a chilling waste.

As for now, for the next possible war, Dumbledore has already begun to prepare for war, and the fuel of war can only be life, no matter whose it is.

Harry Potter's life would not have been much more noble than Neville Longbottom at that time.

As soon as Professor McGonagall thought of this, she couldn't express the harsh criticism and criticism that had accumulated in her heart, and in the end, she just waved her hand and said, "You go back and rest first, and Dean Flitwick will take care of the matter here." ”

"Huh?"

Neville lifted his head in surprise, and after making eye contact with Professor McGonagall, he looked away in a panic before dragging Harry out of the place as if he had been pardoned.

"Wait a minute. ”

This time it was Professor Flitsch who spoke, and because of his height, he was a little inconspicuous in taking care of the unconscious Lockhart.

"What happened tonight, do you know what happened tonight?" Professor Flitwick admonished seriously, "Of course, if you find it difficult to keep secrets, I can help you." ”

As he spoke, he waved his wand at Lockhart.

"Forget about it. ”

Neville's academic fundamentals were still very solid, and apart from knowing that it was an amnesia spell, he knew very well that this spell could not be used on anyone else, let alone without asking for their permission.

In other words, Professor Flitwick is violating the law.

"Teach you ......"

Neville was about to say something, but Harry, who was much smarter than him, nodded hurriedly, and then whispered to Neville, "What the professor means is that tonight's events should be as if nothing happened, we didn't see anything, we didn't know anything, and we didn't violate the school rules." ”

Neville scratched his head in confusion, but he trusted both the professors and Harry, and since they said it should be so, so be it.

"Uh, okay, I got it. ”

Hearing this, Professor Flitwick nodded in satisfaction, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and shook it open to reveal a flying carpet floating in the air.

"You send Professor Lockhart to the infirmary, and I'll add ten points to each of you. ”

Neville and Harry, of course, would not refuse, and hurriedly carried Lockhart onto the flying carpet, said goodbye to the two professors, and left.

By the time they had left, Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall had made their way to the final hall the same way Neville had come, not even the Parseltongue door that needed to be opened.

After all, the Parseltongue is a rarity, but some of the pronunciations of the snake language can still be found in the Hogwarts library, which is difficult for the two erudite professors.

"Before I cast the spell, Lockhart was actually awake. Professor Flitwick said suddenly.

Professor McGonagall gave him a disapproving look, saying nothing, but seemed to say a lot.

"What do you think of Neville?" Professor Flitwick asked, "I can't find a wizard more powerful than him at twelve, including Dumbledore." ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a bad mood and said very politely, "He doesn't even have the qualifications to be a soldier right now. ”

But his accomplishments certainly don't stop there. Professor Flitwick said with a smile and a determined tone.

Professor McGonagall was silent again, but her expression seemed to say—

"Nonsense. ”

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Madam Pomfrey didn't say much to take Lockhart to the infirmary, and after making sure Lockhart was still alive, she gave Neville and Harry a brief physical examination, and then prescribed two pills that would make them feel bitter just by sniffing them, and told them to drink them on the spot.

It wasn't a pretty thing, but there was no other choice, so with the warmth of the fire, Neville and Harry tried to imagine the black potion as Coke, and then drank it all with bitter faces.

"Alright, you can go. Madam Pomfrey, as always, did not pretend to anyone, and when she was done, she threw the two out of the infirmary.

Until this time, Neville hadn't figured out why he was drinking something so unpleasant when he was so strong and strong, not sick or sick.

Neville and the others were lucky, the fat lady didn't go out today, and after answering the password, they went back to the dormitory, and Ron slept like dead pigs.

It was just perfect.

Before going to sleep, Harry suddenly thought of something and whispered to Neville, "Neville, from today onwards, I will go with you for morning exercises. ”

"Huh?"

Neville was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said with a smile, "No problem." ”