The next day, Malfoy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Harry and Ron were still at Hogwarts.

Of course, when these two men saw Malfoy, their expressions were called "kind", and they began to summon Neville without saying a word.

Malfoy was quick-witted and ran away immediately, hiding in his dorm for a whole day except for class, and even asking someone else to bring him food.

Later, when Malfoy reappeared, he must have two followers by his side, and there must be a teacher nearby, in short, he would never do such a thing as invading the opponent's wild area alone and probing the grass with his face.

It's a pity, but it's not an egg.

One day, about a week later, Malfoy let his guard down, and for the first time there were no teachers around, he was naturally attacked and retaliated against.

To prevent evidence, Harry and Ron put black cloth bags over Malfoy's head, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks. There was a pause in the middle of the game, because Neville, who had managed to get two henchmen, walked over and handed them a Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook, signaling that they should use the book to pad the part to be hit first, and then fill the old fist, so that it would not be easy to leave scars, and naturally it would not be easy to leave evidence.

By the way, almost the entire process has been built many times by Neville, from the black cloth bag to hitting people with a book pad, in addition to the choice of time and place, the severity of the attack, how to add debuffs such as slowdown, dizziness, silence, and so on.

"Hmm, I'm here to find out how the alibi is made, it seems to be on this page, ah, I found ......"

Neville spoke in detail, and from time to time he took out a small notebook and flipped to a specific page to read aloud, which according to his words was taught to him by Mr. Lyle.

Thinking of the Iron Finger Tiger sent by the person before, Harry has a good reason to wonder if Neville's teacher is a gangster, otherwise he would not be so familiar with the whole process, this is basically an encyclopedia of kidnapping, vendettas, and torture!

But to be honest, Harry and Ron had a pretty good time.

Malfoy, who was beaten violently, woke up and the first thing he did was to complain to the teacher, but the problem was that even if Snape was willing to favor him, Neville and the others were perfectly able to prove that the three of them were actually squatting in the toilet when the incident happened.

"It's a frame-up!"

Harry and the others insisted on this, anyway, there was no evidence, what did they have to be afraid of. Of course, at first, they were still nervous, because Snape's aura was so powerful that under the gaze of his black eyes, it seemed that nothing could be hidden from him.

Malfoy couldn't come up with evidence, so he had to suffer this loss, and in the end, Snape couldn't stand it, and found an excuse to detain Harry and the others to find a step.

It's hard to say if it's worth it or not, but it's great for Harry.

Hermione now ignored Ron, who thought it was a good surprise, but when he had his homework left unfinished and scratched his cheeks, Harry and Neville had already gotten help from Hermione to get it done.

"Harry, lend me your homework. ”

"Hermione said she couldn't give it to you, or ......"

Harry hesitated to refuse, not that he didn't value his friendship with Ron, but that he and Hermione were also friends, and it was difficult to be caught in the middle. If he could, he would have liked the two men to reconcile, but the problem was that the two of them barely communicated with each other now.

Ron snorted and turned his attention to Neville for help.

"Neville ......"

"Hmm......"

Neville was also tormented, but in the end he didn't show Ron his homework because he had agreed to Hermione's request and couldn't go back on his word.

Ron was undoubtedly unhappy that he didn't get an answer from his two friends, but he didn't blame the two friends for not taking a firm stand, because Hermione instigated Harry and Ron to do this, and it was Hermione who was wrong!

"Cut, careful-eyed woman. ”

Ron rolled his eyes, stopped his homework, and went straight back to his dorm room to sleep.

Harry and Neville watched Ron leave, then looked at each other, helpless, it wasn't going to go on like this.

The Cold War between Hermione and Ron was only part of Harry's life at Hogwarts, and he soon didn't have the heart to bother with it, as he received a Light Wheel 2000 broomstick from Professor McGonagall, and his Quidditch training began, and three nights a week of training plus schoolwork, he lived a full and tiring life.

This kind of life is pretty good, at least it's better than at my uncle's house, I don't know how much.

It was another early morning, but the weather was overcast, and there was faint thunder, and the rainy season had been going on for some time.

Running barefoot on the grass of the Quidditch pitch, Neville was still wearing short-sleeved shorts, his clothes already wet from the scattered rain and sweat pouring out of his body. From time to time, the cold wind swept by, rolling the grass clippings all over the sky, and Neville ignored them like a man, and went about his morning exercise according to his habits.

At some point, not satisfied with a small fight, the rain poured down, and the water curtain between heaven and earth was one, and Neville felt like he was doing his morning exercise under a waterfall.

[Well, there are five more laps, then 100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, ......]

Neville silently thought in his heart that it was not the first time he had encountered a rainy day, and he had encountered any weather after three years of morning exercises. From getting sick in the rain at the beginning to running naked in the snow without feeling anything, sometimes Neville himself felt that such a look was a little too inhuman.

It's amazing to run in the middle of a torrential rain, and there's no sound in the world except the sound of the rain and your own heartbeat and wheezing. Breaking through the heavy rain curtain, the cool water splashed on the body, enjoying this rare calm, it was really indescribably comfortable.

After the morning exercise, Neville strolled back to the castle, and the students he met along the way were already familiar with Neville's situation. Almost everyone at Hogwarts knows that there is a first-year student who wakes up early every morning to run around the Quidditch pitch, rain or shine.

As he passed the second floor, Neville rushed up the stairs to the third floor in a few clicks. A few times before, he had met Professor McGonagall on the second floor, and he listened to Professor McGonagall's "teachings", such as why not hold a book and practice spells since you can get up so early, especially your Transfiguration that has become indistinguishable from the Explosion Charm, and sports are useless, and you will be a scum moving bricks and so on.

Professor McGonagall had a point, but Neville chose to go in and out of his left ear.

As usual, several of the roommates slept like dead pigs, and according to their words, the best day to sleep on a rainy day, the sound of the ticking rain was comparable to the sleep aid effect of Professor Philosopher's Stone Binns class.

Wake up his roommates one by one, and Neville looks at his calendar before heading out, it's Halloween yet.

Two months were about to pass, and even though he looked at the calendar every day, Neville felt that time at Hogwarts passed much faster than at home.

The smell of roasted pumpkin wafted through the hallway, but there was no such dish for breakfast. Looking through the schedule, it seems that there are two classes today, one is a Charms class, and there is a Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

"Well, it's another day of peace and tranquility......"