Still taking the Hogwarts Express, I don't know if it's an illusion, Neville feels that the train is going faster on the way back than when it came, and it seems that everyone wants to go home and reunite with their families.

There's nothing worth saying on the road, at least there won't be any more blind guys coming to the door to find a smoke.

As when she came, Hermione was reading, and Neville was leaning against the window looking at the scenery, chatting occasionally, but it wasn't very boring.

Because some students choose to stay in school, there are far fewer parents waiting there when the train stops at the platform. As a result, when the train had just entered the station, Neville recognized Uncle Algie who was chatting with someone.

I hadn't seen him for months, Uncle Algie was still the same, he looked a little bloated in his cotton coat, and hopefully it was a problem with the clothes rather than his weight gain. If it's the latter, I'm afraid that Aunt Anne will think of ways to let him lose weight, and Neville can guarantee that those methods are absolutely unheard of, after all, these two people are more surprised.

Anyway, Neville couldn't think of a way to hang people upside down to stimulate a person's magical talents, and Uncle Algie had used it on him, and it worked.

"Hey, Uncle Algey!"

Neville stretched out his hand and shouted loudly over there, his voice was not small, many people heard it, and Uncle Algie naturally heard it, but when he turned his head to look over, Neville's carriage had already passed.

"I think I heard Neville calling me. ”

Uncle Algie muttered to himself, scratching at his thinning hair, and turned to the stopped train, staring at the open doors, waiting for Neville to appear.

Not letting him wait long, Neville stepped off the train, waved at him, and strode over.

"That's my nephew, Neville, who is in first grade this year. ”

Uncle Algie waved his hand as he introduced his nephew to the people he had chatted with before, "He looks a lot stronger, and he must be doing well at Hogwarts." ”

With only Neville in his eyes, Uncle Algi didn't notice the contempt and disdain that flashed on the face of the man next to him when he heard Neville's name.

Neville is actually still well-known, and he is often used by parents as a model in some stories to teach their children not to be as stupid as him, such as Neville of the Longbottom family, who dropped two silver sicos and squatted under the street lamp for the whole night because it was brighter.

The stupid things about Neville circulating in the circle, none of the ten things may be true, basically just replacing the protagonist of some embarrassing jokes with Neville, everyone will be born when talking to others about Neville, and it is estimated that a book can be published in summary.

Saying goodbye to Hermione, Neville quickly walked up to Uncle Algie with the suitcase, put it down and hugged Uncle Algie.

"I'm back, Uncle Algie. ”

The smiling Uncle Algie had intended to pat Neville on the back, but Neville's arms were like iron hoops, tightly wrapped around his waist and tightening.

"Oh! tap, my waist ......"

Neville quickly let go of his hand, took two steps back, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

Rubbing his waist, Uncle Alji squeezed out a smile and reluctantly said, "It's okay, but your strength has become bigger again." ”

Nodding, Neville said seriously, "I keep exercising every day, and that's probably the reason." ”

Ten kilometers a day, one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups......

Thinking of Neville's daily workouts, the corners of Uncle Algie's mouth twitched a few times, remembering the man named Lyle. What this guy said casually, I didn't expect Neville to really stick to it, and it had a good effect.

Sure enough, Neville still has talent.

It would be even better if this talent became magical.

"Didn't Grandma come?"

Neville looked left and right, and it looked like Grandma hadn't come today. Although I can breathe a sigh of relief, I still have a little loss.

Uncle Alji nodded and said, "It's too cold, so I didn't let her come." ”

Neville was relieved to hear this, but not everyone was as strong as a bear like him, and he was not afraid of the cold.

"Let's go. ”

"Hmm. ”

Neville's home was not in London, and he might not have been able to get it back if Uncle Algie hadn't come to pick him up. So, on the way back to Uncle Algie, Neville took a small notebook and recorded the route home.

Following Uncle Algie, Neville finally arrived home before dinner, and could see his cottage brightly lit from a distance, and as he approached, he could smell the enticing aroma of food, and the worms in his stomach began to come alive.

It's home, and it's really nice to be home.

If it were Neville a few months ago, it might have been necessary to make an effort to keep the tears from flowing, but in the past few months at Hogwarts, Neville has changed much more than in previous years.

He was stronger and more sensible.

Just standing quietly at the door, he stretched out his hand with a calm expression and knocked on the door.

"Da Da Da"

A thin sound of footsteps drew closer, and the door in front of Neville opened, and the soft light shone on him, warm and comfortable.

Aunt Anne stood in the doorway, and Neville walked over and hugged her, but his gaze wandered off to the old woman sitting in her chair, staring intently at the newspaper.

"I'm back!"

Neville whispered to the house, to his home, to his family, a very ordinary and ordinary word, just to say hello, as if he hadn't been away from home for months, but had always been here, never left.

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Christmas was finally here, and before that, on Christmas Eve, Neville and his grandmother were in front of the glass window of an old department store in London, which was the entrance to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

It's also a festive place because of Christmas, with bright crystal bubbles turning red and gold like giant Christmas balls, holly hanging from every doorway, and a Christmas tree magically covered with snow and ice sparkling in every corner, with a twinkling Venus at the top of the tree......

Occasionally, green-robed witches and wizards can be seen on staff here, wearing a wand and bone cross on their chests.

I came to the fifth floor, the Spell Damage Section, which was much quieter than the floors below, because there were far fewer people who would appear here.

For the last ten years, two people have been treated here, or custodial, and that is Neville's parents, Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom, two Aurors who were famous more than a decade ago.

You must know that in this high-risk occupation, there are not many couples who go into battle together.

Three times they had escaped from the unnamed man, and were members of the famous Order of the Phoenix.

Unfortunately, ten years ago, they were captured by the Death Eaters, and after the brutal torture, they went insane.

Standing in the doorway of Ward 49, Neville's expression stiffened a little, and he rubbed his face to make himself look less strict.

Neville's grandmother was much more natural than he was, and she walked ahead, pushing open the door and heading towards the innermost area separated by the curtain.

Struggling to smile a little, Neville thought of something that would make him happy, which would make his smile look more real. Following in Grandma's footsteps, they came to the curtain and reached out to pull it open, the smile on Neville's face no longer maintained.

"Dad. ”

He said softly, his gaze resting on the bed on the left, the gray-haired, the eyes blank, and the whole person looked stupid and stupid.

"Mom. ”

Neville turned his head, and on the bed on the right, the round-faced woman's features were closer to Neville's, only emaciated and emaciated, with very large eyes, and her hair was gray, messy and dry. Unlike the man who was like wood, this woman had a blank look on her face when she saw Neville, she just stared at Neville with wide eyes, and with that thin and pale face, it looked terrifying.

"It's Christmas Eve, and I'm coming to see you. ”

Neville's tone was calm, even unheaving, he couldn't laugh, but he didn't want to cry either, so that's all he could do.

Pulling a small notebook from his pocket, Neville sat on the edge of his mother's bed, flipped to the page held with a bubblegum bookmark, Neville paused, and began to read the contents.

"On September 1, 1991, the weather was fine.

At 10:00, I arrived at the station with my grandmother, there were a lot of people, and my grandmother told me to fight at school and not to embarrass my parents;

......”

[If you can't see it, then I'll record it all and read it to you, so you know if I'm doing well......]

Neville's idea was as simple as that.