In the wizarding world, there may be people who don't know the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, but there is definitely no one who doesn't know Harry Potter.

Two-thirds of Neville's joy was due to the fact that Harry's arrival had diverted almost everyone's attention to the latter, and if the word "almost" was removed, the joy would be 100 percent.

It's a pity that there are still people in this room who are not interested in celebrities like Harry, and this is the case at school, and it hasn't changed here.

Before Harry could say a few words to Neville, he was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of Neville's family, everything was almost exactly what he had experienced at the Weasley house last year, and although it was only the first time they had met, they looked like they had known him for a long, long time.

"You may not remember, but on your first birthday, I held you in my own hands. Mrs. Longbottom said.

This temperament is somewhat similar to that of Professor McGonagall, and the old woman also has a sense of majesty that makes people lively, and when she faces Harry, she looks much kinder, and the warm smile on her face has not been extinguished, and she takes Harry's hand and asks for warmth.

"Neville, go get the album. ”

"Oh. ”

Neville answered, and went upstairs to get the album, he, Mrs. Longbottom's real grandson, was now more like a waiter, busy in the house, serving tea and water, snacks and so on, almost filling the coffee table.

Lyle sat on the couch on Harry's side, nibbling on the apple, watching it all with interest until Harry noticed him.

"Hello. ”

Lyle smiled, casually tossed the apple core into the trash, then wiped his hands and introduced himself to Harry, "I am Lyle." ”

Lyle?

Harry looked at this inconspicuous middle-aged man with a look of surprise, his conjectures and longings for a mysterious teacher shattered at this moment, and it was unbearable.

If you are not afraid of being questioned about your sexual orientation, then it is entirely fair to say -

Harry was in this moment, he fell out of love.

This is not an exaggeration.

Everyone has their own idol in their heart, and Neville did not hesitate to share his idol with Harry, and then Harry added some personal goods, so that the image of this idol is even more majestic.

If I had to find a character that was closer, it would be Dumbledore from seventy or eighty years ago, and Harry had seen the headmaster of that time in books.

Obviously, the thirty-two-year-old Dumbledore can keep the same thirty-over Lyle seconds without even scum, and putting the two of them together is completely black the former.

After all, he was only a teenager under the age of thirteen, and although Harry tried very hard to hide his disappointment, he was still noticed by Lyle, who could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, he really had nothing to say about this matter.

Some people, including Neville himself, thought he was a very capable man, but Lyle himself knew very well that what he taught Neville was not the way of power, or that Neville could have the current strength, but he himself was the most surprised, surprised, and unbelievable.

In fact, Lyle never claimed on any occasion that he was Neville's teacher, but he did not deny Neville's claims.

The identity of a friend may be more in line with the relationship between Lyle and Neville.

When they first met, Neville had no friends, and neither did Lyle, and what they did in those years was not a word of mouth between teacher and student.

At the same time, compared to Neville, who relied more on his own hard work and perseverance to get the rewards he deserved, Lyle is more like an opportunist who doesn't work hard.

Far from it.

The awkward relationship between Harry and Lyle didn't last long, as Neville quickly took the album down, and everyone's attention shifted to it. Including Luna, who didn't seem to care much about anything before, she also moved the bench over, but the sofa side was not very spacious, and there was no good location.

"I went out for a cigarette. ”

Lyle got up consciously, and he gave up his seat to Luna, and at the same time opened Neville's hand that was holding the hem of his shirt without a trace, and did not forget to grab a handful of nuts and pockets as he left.

I have to say that some of the crops cultivated by wizards using magic are indeed not bad in taste and are also rich in nutrition. It's just that the magical world has a fairly strict control over this aspect, and the punishment for smuggling is also very heavy, similar to the act of selling the seeds of certain magical plants to major powers......

Well, there's nothing hard in the world.

Anyway, it's just some rice seeds, and Britain is not a rice-growing country, and Lyle's backer is enough to settle such a trivial matter.

As for the embargo imposed by the Paris Coordinating Committee on Export Control against a country......

Can they handle it?

Ahem, it's far away again.

Neville had been squeezed together with Lyle on the rather large single couch, next to Harry on the other side, and now that the latter had sold his teammates cleanly, Luna sat down, and her soft body naturally pressed over him, and Neville suddenly felt that it was not a sofa at all under his ass, but a stove.

But everyone else didn't seem to care about him and Luna huddled on the same couch.

Then again, what's so strange about that?

Originally, Harry was Neville's savior, but the album attracted all his attention, although he got a photo album from Hagrid in his first year, but for some reason, there were only pictures of his parents and himself, and the rest of them, not even Dumbledore or Hagrid, appeared in it even once.

"This is ......"

Harry's gaze rested on an old photograph that looked like it was some vintage, a small group of people looking up at him, some waving at him, some raising their glasses.

"These are your parents, Jaime and Lily. ”

Mrs. Longbottom pointed to the two of them, and then her fingers moved to the other side, landing on a young man and woman, and there was a hint of gloom in her eyes. She rubbed her fingers lightly over the photo and whispered, "These are Neville's parents." ”

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but turn his head to look at Neville, he had known Neville for more than two years, and although he rarely mentioned his parents, he also knew that his parents were still being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital because of something very bad.

Neville didn't react, he'd seen it many times, and he was going to see his parents at St. Mungo's Hospital in the evening.

Once upon a time, he was indeed saddened by the tragic fate of his parents, and because of his lack of parental love, but Lyle easily enlightened him - compared to those who died, even dead, and could not even find their bodies, at least his parents were still alive.

And as long as people live, there is hope.

This hope rests on Neville, because they are his biological parents, and it is his duty and obligation to shirk.

Neville drank this kind of chicken soup for the soul for several years, and his mentality became more and more cheerful, healthy and positive.

It was Lyle's proudest achievement, and it proved that he didn't just eat and drink at Neville's house during those years.

Therefore, for Neville, many things that others will care about, his heart is not fluctuating at all.

He was more concerned about another thing than that—Luna, who couldn't see the picture clearly because of the angle and distance, squeezed towards him again: leaning halfway over, pressing Neville as a cushion on it, his hands propped up on the armrests of the couch, and staring intently at the photo with a focused expression, as if she wanted to write down everything on it.

Neville was stiff, and although Luna didn't use a petrification charm on him, when she was almost completely attached to Neville, she was able to twist the basilisk into a bow with her bare hands, and Neville with such strange powers was useless.

It's like meeting a natural enemy.

Predictably, in Neville's simple head, eighty percent of what he is thinking now is-

Women are scarier than basilisks!