First of all, I drank again yesterday, and my own family drank a lot. ，

Actually, the results of the last medical examination showed that I could not drink, but I drank it twice in a few days, and I still couldn't refuse.

The first time was an internal dinner party in the company, and a group of people who were also instructed not to drink alcohol picked up wine glasses and hurt each other, and the scene was touching. This time, the table is all bigger than me, and others are looking for you with white water, anyway, I'm embarrassed to take juice instead.

Anyway, I have forgotten how I answered why I read when I was a child, and I always feel so ashamed that it should be related to scientists.

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Neville had pondered the question three years ago, and that was what magic was of use to him. At the time, he didn't find the answer, but when he arrived at Hogwarts, he felt like he already knew what it was to study magic.

In order to graduate, to get a certificate, to be able to find a good job......

He didn't think about whether he could live as well or better without learning magic, he wasn't as ambitious as some people, so he didn't think that some great and great things had anything to do with him.

Study hard, strive to graduate, and find a good job that suits you......

Because he thought very simply, very directly, and had very low positioning and low requirements for himself, Neville did not reply immediately after listening to Professor Flitwick's advice, but thought for a while before shaking his head and refusing.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm not interested in this thing. He said calmly.

"Why?"

The smile on Professor Flitwick's face froze, and he couldn't help but raise his voice a lot with excitement, and he said very quickly: "This is much simpler than practicing your control power, you can give full play to your strengths, isn't it clear enough that I described it?

Scratching his head, Neville didn't expect Professor Flitwick to be so excited, but it was clear from this that Professor Flitwick had high expectations for Neville, but now Neville was going to disappoint him.

"I'm not interested in magic or anything. With a dry laugh, he explained, "I'm not as smart as Hermione to understand the subtle changes in magic, and I don't appreciate the charm of the potions that Professor Snape is talking about...... As you can see, I'm just a stupid student, and even if I really succeed according to what you teach, it doesn't mean my success, it's your success. ”

"As for me, I just want to raise my magic level to the point where I can graduate and get a decent job. ”

There is no doubt that Neville's words have only one meaning-

It's not that I'm unwilling, but I'm not interested.

We are not cultural people, great or not, viagra or not, it has nothing to do with me, I also know that the professor is powerful, there is nothing to say about this, but I am a rough person, I just want to rely on magic to make a living.

Professor Flitwick was visibly angry, and from his point of view, Neville was just a student who didn't want to improve, and it was in vain that he had such high expectations of Neville.

Because of this, his attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and although he did not say anything angry, he did not intend to say more than half a word.

Professor Flitwick snorted, turned his head away, pointed to the door, and said, "Then you can go." ”

"Well, but I can't leave yet. ”

"Why?"

"That...... Professor, you haven't taught me how to improve my control. ”

“…… Does this still make sense?"

"I need it to help me improve my magic control and get me to graduate. Neville replied.

Professor Flitwick slowly turned his head, feeling Neville's unwavering thoughts, sighed, and said, "You've disappointed me, Neville. ”

"Professor......

"I'll teach you, but please think about it, why study magic?" Professor Flitwick took out a pamphlet he had prepared and handed it to Neville, "This is the question my teacher once asked me, I used to think I had found the answer, but now it seems that my answer is not correct. ”

"Uh......"

Looking at Neville, who was about to speak, Professor Flitwick said kindly, "Well, I didn't blame you, you don't need to feel guilty, none of us owe anyone." ”

It wasn't until many years later that Professor Flitwick learned that Neville already had the answer.

Why study magic?

Learn magic for Rise of the Sorcerer!

It's weird, how could Neville be such a person.

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As the days passed, at the beginning of October, steam heads were particularly popular among the faculty, staff, and students, and anyone who drank Madam Pomfrey's cold potion would smoke in their ears for hours on end.

Ginny, for example, was forced to drink some by Percy, and as a result, puffs of steam came out from under her bright hair, and her whole head seemed to be on fire.

The rain of bullets crackled on the windows of the castle and did not stop for several days. The lake was rising, the flower beds were filled with mud, and the pumpkins that Hagrid had planted were swollen to the size of a trellis.

Wood's enthusiasm for regular Quidditch training did not diminish this, and even in the wind and rain, lightning and thunder, Wood did not let up in the slightest, so the whole Gryffindor team was not good.

Aside from Neville, the guy almost didn't bring any soap or anything to the stadium and took a shower.

Last year's Halloween, Neville knocked over a troll, and before that, he almost beat the three-headed dog into a pig's head, so this year's Neville looks much more harmonious.

Professor Flitwick owes a lot of credit to this, but Professor Flitwick is definitely not happy.

"Hey, Neville, are you going to the death party?" Harry shouted as he entered the room.

"Be quiet, Neville is sleeping. Ron followed Harry into the house, grumbling dissatisfied, "Also, why would anyone celebrate the day of death?"

"Hell knows. ”

"Tsk, what the hell knows. ”

Just as Harry was chatting with Ron, Neville, who was lying on the bed in his pajamas, covered with a quilt, suddenly opened his eyes, his upper body slowly straightened up, yawned, and said dissatisfiedly: "This is called meditation, I'm not sleeping!"

"Come on, you're sleeping. Ron pouted, "You see you're drooling and you're not sleeping." ”

"Huh?"

Neville quickly wiped the corners of his mouth, but the tentacles were dry.

"Okay, answer my question first. Harry lay down on his bed and turned his head to look at Neville, "Nick's 500-year death party, Neville, are you interested?"

"What is the death party?"

"Celebrate the 500th anniversary of his death. Ron said, "I, Harry, and Hermione are going anyway, Neville, you can do it." ”

The implication is that if you don't go, the boat of friendship will capsize.

Neville thought for a moment that day seemed to be fine, and none of his friends could stop, and maybe something would happen like last year. If they knew what Neville was thinking, the boat of friendship would capsize now.

"Oh, then I'll go. Anyway, can you bring some more people?"

"You want to take Luna?"

"It's more crowded. Neville didn't hear anything else, and said as he wished, "Ginny can go too, after all, this matter is quite new." ”

"Then I'll ask Nick first. ”

"Hmm. ”