Intermittently, I don't want to, ahhhhhhhh

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Neville didn't expect that so many people would want to believe him, less than one-thirtieth of the people present were really familiar with him, and most of them were people who didn't have any dealings, but they all chose to believe Neville at this time.

There are many reasons for this, but if it were someone else, these students would have the exact opposite attitude.

I have to say, maybe not everyone likes Neville, but there are definitely very few people who hate him. In the past year, he has made the impression of all positive words, and of course Malfoy doesn't think so, and he can list a hundred of Neville's shortcomings.

But even Malfoy had to admit that Neville was a man who couldn't lie, that he was so stupid, so stupid, how could he be so stupid and so stupid that he couldn't play such a trick with a low IQ.

Therefore, after most people expressed their opinions, he could only keep his mouth shut, regretting that he had missed an opportunity to trick people.

Dumbledore walked past Neville and the others, reaching out and taking Lady Loris from the torch stand.

"Come with me, Filch. He said to Filch, then looked at Neville and the others, "And you." ”

Lockhart, who had been keeping a low profile for a while because of some painful lesson, stepped forward and said, "My office is closest to here, it's upstairs, you can—"

"Thank you, Gildero. Dumbledore said.

The silent crowd parted to the sides and let them pass guò. Lockhart was very excited, looking lively, it seemed that his old problem couldn't help but flare up again, he didn't pretend to be a dead star, and the next thing was a chance to show his talents.

Of the four deans, only Professor McGonagall and Snape followed, and the other two deans stayed here to guide the students back to their common rooms.

Neville and the others silently followed Dumbledore's steps up the stairs, and there was no sound except for the extremely suppressed gasps, as if a louder inhalation would invite trouble.

The gentleman is frank, and the villain is a relative.

Seriously, Neville didn't understand why Harry and the others all had "I'm going to be finished" expressions, they didn't do anything, what they said was the truth, why be so nervous, could Dumbledore still wronged them?

Oh, Hermione and Luna are more normal, both of them belong to some kind of psychological element zhì better than the boys.

Things didn't turn out unexpectedly, and Dumbledore clearly believed Neville and them, but Filch, who was out of control, insisted that Harry had done it, but his reasons were completely unconvincing.

If the Squib is the suspect, then Malfoy should be here too, some bad habits are a tradition in their family. As for Filch's retaliation, I'm sorry, there are at least a few hundred people in Hogwarts who meet the criteria.

It can only be said that Harry has been more lucky, and it just so happens that he has had some friction with Filch in recent days.

"There's no way a sophomore can do that," Dumbledore said firmly, "it requires the deepest dark arts!"

The profound black magic implies that these second-grade or even first-grade kids are completely ineligible to commit crimes, and if they can do it, then Voldemort can find a spaghetti and hang himself.

"Allow me to say a word, Headmaster. ”

Snape spoke in the shadows, and everyone believed that Snape would definitely not come out to support them at this time......

"Perhaps, Potter and his friends just shouldn't have been in that place at that time. He said, his lips twisting into a sneer, as if he were deeply skeptical, "but we did encounter a series of suspicions. Why on earth did they go to the upper hallway, why didn't they come to the banquet after leaving the death party, but went to the upper hallway?"

Snape's dark eyes gleamed in the candlelight, and a smug smile flashed across his thin face.

Harry was about to speak, but Neville preemptively said, "Because Harry and I heard some strange noises, we went after to see what was going on." ”

"You didn't mention that. ”

"Because I forgot. Neville replied, "I have a bad memory. ”

"And what about them?" said Snape, mockingly, "Are they just like you?"

"Of course not. Neville glanced at Snape and said what he was thinking, "They're scared by you, and you look really intimidating, Professor. ”

Holding back a smile is a hard thing to do, and Ron's face turned red, and he finally didn't laugh out loud.

Hitting people is not a slap in the face, although Neville is telling the truth, but this is not essentially different from pointing at Snape's nose and scolding "It's okay if you're ugly, but it's your fault to be scary".

Neville naturally noticed the other people's reactions, and when he saw that someone as strict as Professor McGonagall couldn't help but laugh at this time, he was still very puzzled, because he didn't know what was funny.

To put it bluntly, Neville's heart didn't fluctuate at this time, and he didn't want to laugh at all.

Snape wisely chose to keep his mouth shut, and God knows if the brute with a weak head would say something even more irritating.

"As long as you are not proven guilty, you are innocent, Severus. ”

Dumbledore spoke, and at the critical moment, he once again took his position, hoping that Snape would be in moderation.

Snape looked annoyed, as did Filch, but it didn't work, and the Headmaster of Hogwarts wasn't them.

"There's a medicine that can revive the cat, but it requires a mandrake. Lockhart interjected, "I've made it a hundred times, and I can dream and make a mandrake resurrection potion—"

"I beg your pardon," Snape said coldly, "I think I'm the Potions teacher at this school. ”

Ignoring Lockhart's embarrassment, Dumbledore nodded and said, "Indeed, mandrakes have this purpose, as far as I know, Professor Sprout has mandrakes there, but they are not mature yet, and they will need to wait for a while." ”

"I beg your pardon," Snape said coldly, "I think I'm the Potions teacher at this school. ”

"Looks like we've solved a problem. ”

Dumbledore replied, motioning for Filch to leave with his cat, and then turned to Neville, "Can you tell me what you heard?"

"It's hard to describe. Neville's eyebrows furrowed, "It sounds a bit like leather rubbing against a wall, I've never heard anything like it before." ”

Dumbledore's gaze turned to Harry, who hesitated visibly before speaking, "I heard the same voice as Neville. ”

Harry hadn't told anyone what he had heard, so the others thought he was hearing the same as Neville, and it was impossible for anyone to notice the anomaly if it weren't for his own flaws.

Snape caught this, but before he could say anything, Dumbledore said, "Thanks for the clues, now you can go back and rest early." ”

"Yes, Headmaster. ”