Neville had heard one thing that Mr. Lyle had said that he needed to pay attention to, and that was not to set up a flag, such as "I'll go back to my hometown to get married after beating this", "I'm invincible in the world", "Leave it to me here, you guys go quickly" and other lines.

He didn't quite understand what that meant, but Neville had never said any of the above, so he always thought he hadn't set a flag.

Life is the best teacher, and it has taught Neville today what a Flag is.

In today's Charms lesson, Professor Flitwick announced in his magic class that he thinks they can start making objects fly, in other words, Professor Flitwick intends to teach the Levitation Charm.

Neville subconsciously glanced at Rifou lying in the hole in the desk, as if the last time Professor Flitwick used Levitation Charm to demonstrate the levitation charm, it flew all over the classroom.

As usual, Neville didn't succeed in casting the spell, and the only thing to be thankful for was that it was Neville's roommate, Simmons Finigan, who made the spell explode.

Then again, the number of spell explosions this thing has been close to Neville's lately, especially when it comes to Transfiguration explosions, which Neville is good at.

Many times, Neville was very envious of Hermione, because the spell that others couldn't cast successfully was no different from eating and drinking for Hermione, it was as simple as eating and drinking.

"Oh, well done!" shouted Professor Flitsch clasped his hands, "Look, Miss Granger has succeeded!"

Ron was in a bad mood because he and Hermione were put in a group, which wasn't a big deal, except that after he said to Hermione, "Since you're so clever, you can give it a try," Hermione really succeeded.

The slap in the face snapped.

Hermione, who had been praised by Professor Flitwick, glared at Ron proudly, and when it was time for class to end, Ron's love was extremely bad.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her. Ron told Harry as they struggled through the crowded hallway, "Honestly, she was like a nightmare. ”

Someone bumped Harry and hurried past them.

It's Hermione.

Harry caught a glimpse of her face, and he was surprised to see that she was shedding tears, and he said to Ron with some concern, "I think she heard you." ”

Neville was left behind by Professor Flitwick after class, and Professor Flitwick needed Neville's strength to help him relocate some of the furniture in his office.

Well, for Professor Flitwick's size, that's not an easy thing to do. As for why the Charms professor didn't use the Charms to move things himself and let the students help, Professor Flitwick didn't say, and Neville didn't think much about it at all.

"Oh, thank you, you've helped me a lot. ”

Professor Flitwick thanked Neville, who had his back to Professor Flitwick and didn't notice the inexplicable excitement in the former's eyes as he looked at him, he was seriously carrying a very heavy box, this thing weighed at least two hundred pounds, and Neville had to be serious.

Looking at Neville as he worked hard, Professor Flitwick's eyes were filled with frenzy, and in his eyes, Neville's body exuded a red light that was invisible to ordinary people, especially the two arms, like two lamps, dazzling.

What that meant was clear to Professor Flitwick, a master of charms.

"It's incredible. Professor Flitwick sighed heartily, "Kid, you are so strong, I am afraid that in the whole of Hogwarts, only Hagrid has more strength than you, but he is ......" Professor Flitwick suddenly stopped, and the rest of the matter involved Hagrid's **, he couldn't say.

The things were finally moved, and Professor Flitwick was so happy that he added five points to Gryffindor, which broke Neville.

"Can I ask you for help in the future?" Professor Flitwick asked, "I've been working on something lately and may need your help, and I'll give you extra points as compensation as appropriate, as well as final exams, ahem, you know." ”

At first, Neville wanted to refuse, but after listening to Professor Flitwick's words, he nodded without any hesitation.

Bonus points are important, but they are a big difference compared to Professor Flitwick's hints about the final exam.

Neville was happy, and so was Professor Flitwick.

With a wave of his wand to move back what Neville had moved, Professor Flitwick was about to sit down and correct his homework, when there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in. Professor Flitwick sat down in his chair and said, he looked up at the man who walked in, the expression on his face was very wonderful, and he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, "It's you, Dumbledore......"

Neville didn't know what was happening in the Charms Professor's office, and he rushed back to his dorm room to share his happiness with his roommates.

Neville tried to tell Hermione about it, but he never found her: Hermione didn't show up for the afternoon class, and she was nowhere to be seen all afternoon.

Tonight, there is a Halloween banquet, and the castle is decorated with Halloween-inspired decorations such as pumpkin head dolls, which make the atmosphere of the castle different from the past.

At least a thousand bats fluttered over the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more swirled above the table like a low cloud, causing the candle flames in the pumpkin's belly to flicker. The delicacies suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just like at the opening banquet.

Neville's obsession was still quite deep, and he kept looking around while eating, asking his classmates where Hermione was.

"Hermione must have been crying in the women's bathroom, it had to be her, I couldn't have heard me wrong. ”

Someone told Neville about this, and after the Charms class was over, Ron happened to be heard by Hermione when he said bad things about Hermione.

"Oh. ”

After listening, Neville just nodded his head in understanding, but didn't react otherwise.

As the dinner continued, Professor Quirrell burst into the dining room, his large scarf slanted over his head and a look of horror on his face. Everyone stared at him, only to see him walk up to Professor Dumbledore's chair, lean back on the table, gasp for breath, and say:

"Trolls - in the basement classroom - I thought you should know. ”

With that, he fell headlong to the floor and passed out.

There was chaos in the restaurant. Professor Dumbledore had to make a few screeching fireworks explosions on his wand's head before everyone fell silent.

"Prefect!" he said in a low voice, "lead the students of your academy to the dormitory at once!"

Percy was naturally adept at it, and he had done it the night of school.

"Follow me! Don't get separated, first-year-earner, as long as you do what I tell you to, don't be afraid of any trolls! Pardon me, I'm a prefect!"

I have to say that Percy is still a good prefect.

Neville was in the middle of the crowd, but Harry suddenly pulled him out, and Ron, who buried themselves in the Hufflepuff crowd and walked in the other direction.

"What are you going to do?"

"Hermione doesn't know anything about trolls yet!"

Neville nodded knowingly, glancing at Ron, who was looking uncomfortable, with a happy smile on his face.

They slipped quietly through the empty side hallway and hurried to the women's restroom. On the way, they found that Snape had surprisingly not gone to the basement classroom like the other teachers, but had instead hurried to the third floor alone.

"Something is wrong. ”

Harry whispered, but the priority was not to follow Snape, they had to do everything they could to find Hermione.

"Hey, did you see that?"

Neville said suddenly, patting Harry and Ron on the shoulders and pointing to the end of a passage on the left.

There, a behemoth was moving towards them, and they quickly retreated into the shadows, watching it slowly walk into a patch of moonlight.

It was a horrible sight, twelve feet tall, with dull skin and gray as granite, and a massive, stupid body like a huge pile of mud with a small head like a cocoa bean on top. Its short legs are as thick as tree stumps, and underneath are flat, thick, calloused feet. The smell emanating from it was disgusting. It holds a thick wooden stick in its hand, which is dragged on the ground due to its long arms.

Troll!

The troll stopped at a door and peeked inside. It wiggled its long ears, made a decision with its small head, and then lowered its head and slowly slipped into the room.

"The key is in the keyhole. Harry whispered, "We can lock it inside." ”

"Good idea. ”

Neville scratched his hair a little dazedly, looked at the two of them who were eager to try, and said puzzledly, "Didn't you come to inform Hermione? Why did you lock her up in the women's bathroom with the troll?"

"Huh?"

Harry and Ron were stunned, and then their faces changed dramatically.

"Oh, oops. Ron's face was pale like the ghost of Barrow the Bloody.

"That's the women's bathroom!" Harry couldn't even breathe.

"Hermione!"

The two of them said at the same time, then turned to look at Neville, like an NPC who had issued a quest to the player, and said in a solemn and sacred gesture:

"Come on, Neville!"

Neville couldn't help but roll his eyes, completely speechless.