Justice and justice may be late, but they will never be absent.

Strictly speaking, today is the real first day of school, and the group of students who had been hilarious for most of the night last night were all listless and languishing this morning.

In fact, Neville thinks that Harry is sometimes stupid, at least he can see that if something good happens to Harry, it must be something bad.

Last year, for example, he was overwhelmed by Snape's Potions class before he could be seen in the limelight, and he was nearly caught by Malfoy at night when he became the youngest Seeker...... There's a lot going on after that, and it's almost all a cycle of good, bad, good, bad, and bad.

If Neville was Harry, he would have been careful and careful today after last night's scenery. But then again, something has already happened, and the next thing is not something that can be solved by being careful and low-key.

However, low-key can save character!

"I'll tell you, Neville, you don't know how dangerous the situation was......"

Ron hadn't closed his mouth since he woke up in the morning, because Neville had gone to bed early last night, so he decided that he had to describe yesterday's events to Neville today.

However, Neville had little interest in any of this, and after enlightening Hermione yesterday, he suddenly felt that Lockhart's book was still somewhat useful, at least some of the things in it could still come in handy when it mattered, and maybe one day he might run into a werewolf.

Neville's consciousness is still quite high, since the first grade inexplicably wants to fight an elite monster and can blow up an orange boss, then there is nothing surprising if there is another orange monster in the second grade.

It's cloudy, and you can see it from the ceiling. On the long tables of the four colleges were bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, mountains of slices of bread, and plates of eggs and bacon on the long tables of the four colleges.

"Uh, take that one farther away. ”

Neville pointed to the plate of pickled herring closest to him, and said to Harry, that it was right in front of him, and that it was at least four feet away from Neville.

As for why Neville had a problem with that plate of salted fish, it had to start with where he went for the summer vacation, Switzerland had a famous souvenir, and the smell of that thing reminded him of Voldemort.

"Oh. ”

It was just a hands-on thing, and Harry didn't ask why, saying that the rats on the docks knew which ship would sink, but in fact, Harry had a similar feeling, so he wasn't as excited as Ron.

"Good morning. ”

Hermione's tone was a bit stiff, and it was clear that even after enlightenment and sleep, she still had a grudge against Harry and Ron. She spreads the book out and rests it on a milk jug, and Neville sees that the cover reads "Traveling on a Boat with a Vampire."

Unable to stand Ron's constant blowing, Neville could only find a way to change the subject, and he asked, "Hmm, why didn't you take the train yesterday?"

"The platform is sealed. Ron replied.

"Sealed?"

"Harry and I couldn't get to Guò anyway, so we ended up driving my dad's car to school. ”

"That's ......"

Neville understood their behavior a little, and if he had changed his words, it was estimated that there would be an eighty percent chance that he would just tear down the wall and run down the railroad with his suitcase until he caught up with the train or ran to Hogwarts.

The picture was too beautiful to look at.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry, you can wait for the Ministry of Magic to take care of this. Neville still felt that this method was inappropriate, "I mean the people in the platform still have to come out, and then they will find the anomaly, and then someone will deal with it." ”

"But I want to see Ginny's sorting ceremony. ”

Ron touched a few scratches on his face, and he didn't know if it would leave scars, and he was also very scared now, and he almost died.

"Okay. "Neville Road.

Harry was actually a bit of an anomaly today, and since the morning, he hadn't said a word except for listless greetings. Harry felt like he knew the answer to Neville's question, who else but the house-elf named Dobby?

That day in Diagon Alley, Neville said that something was following them, and Harry had a bit of luck at the time, but now it seemed that he was still Too young, too simple and *****.

Neville stirred the oatmeal with a spoon, tasted it, and added a little more sugar. After eating a few bites like this, he suddenly raised his head and squinted at the entrance of the auditorium, and said, "The postman is coming soon, and I don't know if there is my share this time." ”

Throughout last year, Mrs. Longbottom did not send him anything a few times, mainly because although he has a poor memory now, there are not many important things that he really forgets, and Mrs. Longbottom also sends some food from time to time.

Hundreds of owls swarmed in, circling the auditorium, dropping letters and parcels into the conversational crowd. A big grey creature made an arc and fell towards Harry, and Neville reached out to catch the thing, otherwise it would have fallen into the jug of milk in front of Hermione.

Neville scratched his head, if he read it right, it must have been an owl.

"Errol!"

Ron shouted, taking the owl from Neville's hand and carefully placing it on the table. Errol collapsed on the table, legs stretched out in the air, and a red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, no—" Ron cried out.

"It's okay, he's still alive. Hermione said, poking Errol lightly with her fingertips.

"No—it's that. Ron pointed to the red envelope, which seemed normal to Harry, but Ron seemed to think it would explode.

"What's wrong?"

"She-Mom sent me a letter of yelling. "Ron has no strength and no love.

Apparently Harry and Hermione didn't know how horrible the yelling letter was, Neville pulled Hermione and motioned for her to sit farther away, while blocking her ears.

"If I were you, I'd run as far as I could with it. ”

Neville had moved a few feet away, but the distance was still not very safe, and it should be said that the thirty-foot radius around Ron was the firepower of the letter.

The corners of the envelope have begun to smoke, and theoretically it can take a few minutes or a dozen seconds for the letter to open automatically.

Ron seemed to be scared silly, but time was of the essence.

Die one and die a group, this kind of choice, you don't have to think about it.

"Well, think of it as an after-dinner exercise. ”

Neville sighed, then stood up, stepped on the bench, leaned over and grabbed Ron by the collar and lifted him over, then picked up the yelling letter, carried Ron and ran out.

"Whoosh!"

Neville hadn't gotten up the speed yet, but it was already startling, and before many people noticed anything was wrong here, Neville was already running out of the castle with Ron on his shoulders.

Dumbledore, who saw all this qiē, smiled, shook his head and sighed, "It's good to be young." ”

“......”

Harry still didn't understand how terrible the yelling letter was, he thought Neville was making a fuss, and said to Hermione, who was also speechless, "Is the yelling letter really that scary?"

"I don't know. Hermione rarely said that, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to pretend to understand, "But if Neville did that, I don't think he would do something meaningless." ”

"That's right. ”

Harry nodded, looking out at the exit of the hall, and the image of Neville running away with Ron on his back came to his eyes.

That posture, that back, that momentum, it's like carrying a bag of explosives to blow up a bunker.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Harry seems to see a mushroom cloud slowly rising in the distance, and then the mushroom cloud takes on the appearance of Mrs. Weasley.

"It's horrible. He muttered.