Of course, there was no fight in the end, mainly because Flint felt that if he punched out, then his role would probably end here.

In the same way, if you can endure it once, will the second and third times be far away?

Neville felt innocent, and every time he told the truth, either no one believed him or he misunderstood. For example, the person named Flint in front of him, even if his eyes are going to pop out, after all, a person like him can only last three seconds at most, this is the truth, this is the truth.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand Neville's feelings, in fact, to put it bluntly: others say that you think he is a fool, and you correct the mistakes of the other party's understanding, and the other party will cut you, and when you say 1+1=2, the other party will beat you.

At this time, it is inevitable that people will wonder, is it that person who wants you to say that he is a fool, and wants you to say 1+1≠2, the question is that this person is not sick?

So Neville felt quite aggrieved, in all senses.

After a round and round, things came back in circles, and this time Flint made up his mind not to speak to Neville anymore, but to have the Gryffindors expelled.

Neville and the others had to leave the court first, and everyone looked deflated, except Neville as usual.

"We're just going back?" said humane.

"What else can I do?" Wood held back the fire in his stomach and said angrily, "Let's go back and work on ourselves." ”

"Huh.??"

A sigh echoed in the crowd, full of helplessness and grievance.

At that moment, Neville asked, confused, "Uh, Wood, aren't you going to write a note to Professor McGonagall?"

"It's late, it's useless to write a note now. ”

Wood replied that while it was a relief to see Neville choke Flint with anger before, he felt a terrible headache now that it was his turn.

"Why is it useless?" Neville asked rhetorically, "Aren't we training tomorrow?"

"What?"

"Since there is no training today and free activities, why don't you make up for it tomorrow?"

Neville explained, looking at the crowd whose faces had changed drastically, he was still a little strange, didn't anyone notice this kind of thing?

It should be said that it was not that no one noticed, but everyone else thought of it except for Wood, but for some reasons that everyone understands, they deliberately did not say it.

Wood was stunned for a moment, then touched his chin and said, "You have a good point, I can't refute it." ”

"I'm against it!"

Fred and George raised their hands at the same time, not forgetting to gesture a middle finger to Neville with their other hand.

"The objection is invalid. ”

When it comes to Quidditch, Wood is actually quite authoritarian, making decisions without a dish of voting, and of course he uses a veto.

"I'm going to write a note to Professor McGonagall now, and I'll be there tomorrow on time to find you one by one."

With that as he said that, Wood, rekindled his fighting spirit, trotted to Professor McGonagall to write a note.

"Alas. ”

On the lawn, a group of people stared at each other, and finally sighed at the same time.

"Neville, why are you saying it!" Fred said with his hand over his face, "We're almost going to be fooled!"

"Uh, why fool around?"

"Because training is hard!"

"It's hard?"

Neville thought for a moment what the hard training had been like, and then he began to wonder how the group had managed to get to where they were.

George waved his hand very dejectedly and said, "Forget it, he's still a newcomer, he doesn't understand anything, forget it this time." ”

"Alas. ”

Everyone couldn't help but sigh again, but they didn't really want to blame Neville, they really couldn't hate honest people.

Neville still felt guilty for thinking he had messed up another thing, and that the feeling didn't subside until he went back to take a shower and followed Harry to Hagrid's cabin.

However, it was estimated that Neville would forget about such small things during dinner, so Harry didn't pay much attention to them.

Hagrid was busy making tea, and he took a half-plucked rooster from the cleanly wiped table and set the teapot.

"That guy was Lockhart?"

"Hmm. Hagrid nodded, and said with some unhappiness, "He's here to teach me how to keep the water demon from getting into the well, as if I don't know." He also boasted about how he drove away female ghosts, and if one of them was true, I ate the teapot. ”

Harry looked at him in surprise when criticizing the Hogwarts teachers, who were not at all like Hagrid's personality, and Hermione said in a slightly higher than usual voice, "I think you're a little unjust, Professor Dumbledore obviously thinks he's the right fit......"

"It's the only one. Hagrid served them a plate of creamy fudge, "I mean the only one, it's hard to find a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher right now, people don't really want to do it, they don't think it's a bad job, and none of them can do it long." ”

Hermione looked unconvinced, but didn't continue arguing, she thought the facts would prove it.

The fudge was so sticky that Harry couldn't even speak, and he was sure that Hagrid didn't have any snacks for him.

Of course, the stickiness of the fudge wasn't stressful for Neville, but Harry was worried about whether Neville's teeth would get sticky.

After drinking tea, Hagrid said, "Let's see what I've grown." ”

In the vegetable patch behind the hut, there were twelve large pumpkins, each half a man tall.

"Doesn't it look good?" said Hagrid, cheerfully, "for the Halloween feast, it will be big enough by then." ”

"What fertilizer did you fertilize them?" asked Harry.

Hagrid looked left and right to see if there were anyone, then smiled and whispered, "Hehe, I gave them a little ...... How so...... A little help. ”

Harry spotted Hagrid's pink umbrella leaning against the back wall of the hut, and he suspected that Hagrid's old wand from school was hidden in it. Hagrid couldn't use magic because he was expelled from Hogwarts when he was in his third year, but Harry never figured out why. At the mention of this, Hagrid cleared his throat loudly and mysteriously feigned deafness until the subject changed.

Neville wasn't the only ones who came out to play today, Luna actually came over when they were here to see Hagrid's work, and it didn't look like she was here for the first time, because Hagrid didn't look surprised at all.

"Morning. ”

Luna waved her hand, her other hand holding an empty flower pot.

Hagrid took the pot, went to the house, and after tinkering with it for a while, he went to the edge of the field with the pot in his arms and added some dirt to it.

"What's that?" Hermione asked.

"Some seeds of flowers and plants that are a specialty of the forbidden forest. "It's rare to see outside, but it's really good-looking." With that, he handed the pot to Luna.

"Thank you. ”

Taking the pot, Luna looked happy. She didn't go back right away, but chatted with Harry and them. Neville looked better, and said a few words from time to time.

Hagrid led them to some other crops, and it should be said that Hagrid's side has only one characteristic, and that is "big".

It was almost time for lunch, and Harry had only eaten a little bit of fudge since early in the morning, so he was bent on going back to school to eat. They said goodbye to Hagrid and walked back to the castle together.