First of all, the diary has no special significance, just to record things to prevent forgetting, the advice given by the Chicken Soup for the Soul teacher is to fool Neville, but this child is serious (ˇ?ˇ)~

Secondly, the problem of baldness, Neville of this book did not intend to fill the wizard talent tree, he ordered some strange talents.

Finally, the second more is achieved, please recommend the collection click!

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Although he slept late, Neville was the first to get up.

In the early morning, the rising sun shines on your face, the dew is sparkling on the lawn around you, the cool breeze is caressing around, and sometimes there is a faint fragrance of flowers.

The surroundings of Hogwarts are very nice, with beautiful mountains and rivers, birds and flowers. The surrounding area has been enclosed by wizards since thousands of years ago, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter, which greatly reduces the impact of people on the environment, as evidenced by the fact that in the depths of the forbidden forest on the other side, large trees that are hundreds or even thousands of years old can be seen everywhere.

The 500-foot-long, 180-foot-wide Quidditch pitch where Neville had to run 25 laps to reach 10 kilometres, and in Neville's experience, it would take half an hour at most, and then the 100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, and 100 squats would save a lot of time compared to running.

Running around the Quidditch pitch, Neville felt that every breath of air he breathed into his lungs was full of life, and the soft grass under his feet was so good that Neville couldn't help but want to run at full speed.

After more than 20 minutes, Neville stopped, and the ten-kilometer run was no longer as wolfish for him as he was at the beginning, when he often ran until he had to vomit bitter bile water and couldn't stand steadily.

After a short rest, Neville lay down on the grass with his legs together and began to do sit-ups with his head in his hands. Because of the strenuous exercise, the thin shirt on the body has long been wet with sweat and clinging to the body, the angular abdominal muscles are like springs, rapidly contracting and expanding, and the muscles on the shoulders and arms are as strong as granite, full of strength.

Two minutes later, after a hundred sit-ups, Neville rolled over, arched his arms, pressed his palms to the ground and began to do push-ups. Sweat ran down his forehead, cheeks and chin, trembling slightly, dripping on the blades of grass and mixing with the crystal dew.

"One, two, three...... Forty-seven, forty-eight...... Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!"

With only the last hundred squats left, Neville rested for a while again, picking up the prepared jug to replenish the lost water and salt, which Mr. Lyle had taught him.

Thinking of Mr. Lyle, Neville felt a little regretful, if he had been a little heavier at that time, if the position of the impact had shifted a little, if Mr. Lyle had broken a few more ribs at that time, then he would have been able to study with him for a while longer, it was a pity.

"Ahh

A man who was eating breakfast sneezed heavily, put down the newspaper, and muttered a few words.

Twenty minutes later, Neville was back in the common room, it was not too early, there were more people in the common room, and many people were planning to go out, so there was some congestion.

"Shhh ”

Someone gasped and subconsciously got out of the way, and Neville waved his hand as a greeting.

"Let's go. ”

The water droplets on the hem of his shirt fell to the ground, shattering into a ball of crystal, and Neville calmly returned to his bedroom under the curious and surprised gazes of the men.

The roommates haven't woken up yet, and their sleeping positions are strange.

Walked into the bathroom as quietly as he could, took a cold shower, and Neville walked out wrapped in a bath towel. Brushing the water droplets from his hair with a dry towel in his hand, and glancing at the wall clock, he walked over to Harry's bedside and shook it lightly, saying, "It's time to get up, Harry, it's seven forty-five." ”

"Woo~"

Harry, who was sleeping, reluctantly opened his eyes, and Neville was waking Ron with his back to him, but it didn't go well.

Having woken up all of his roommates, Neville returned to his bed and began to get dressed. Reefer crouched in a bottle, staring at Neville with a puff, croaking in protest from time to time.

"If you're obedient, I'll let you out. Neville said earnestly, holding the bottle in his hand, "But not today, I'm going to show you the way first, at least you need to know how to get back here." ”

"Quack!"

Neville was still yawning and getting dressed as he walked out, glancing at the wall clock again, Neville shrugged his shoulders and closed the door.

It's seven fifty-five, and if I'm not mistaken, the first class should be Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, if I'm late......

Thinking of this, Neville's pace was a little faster.

Today was Neville's second day at Hogwarts, Transfiguration class was his first class, and Professor McGonagall gave the students a kick down as soon as they sat down for their first class.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous magic you will ever have in Hogwarts class. "Anyone who wants to be mischievous in my class, I'll ask him out and never let him in again." I warned you. ”

Sitting honestly in his seat, Neville's desk contained his textbook, pen, and his wand, a wand that looked like three pieces of wood twisted together, like a twisted flower.

It's Neville's father's wand.

In addition to the theoretical knowledge, the practical part of the first lesson is to turn a match into a needle.

It's not a very simple thing to do, and a lot of people can't get a match to change, and the same goes for Neville. No matter how many times he tried, the match was still a match, maybe it had a pointy end, maybe it was just Neville's delusion.

Hermione did a good job, she was the only one who made some changes to the match. Professor McGonagall showed the class how matches turned into needles, and with one end still pointy, gave Hermione a rare smile.

Compared to the other frustrated students, Neville was much calmer, as he had become accustomed to such things. Since three years ago, or even earlier, he had been taught some magical things by his grandmother and Uncle Algie when he was at home.

It's just that his terrible memory often forgets a lot of things, and when he actually operates, he either doesn't react at all, or he reacts badly.

On the train, the Malfoy boy calls Neville "trash", which is actually a reference to his poor performance in magic.

The Transfiguration Charm, Neville's grandmother had taught him, but the best time she had ever blown the match up.

Neville himself had sometimes wondered if he hadn't been able to blow up matches, and maybe he would have been no different from a Squib.

Only, Neville still knew a spell, or a few spells, but he had never seen anyone else use it, and there was nothing like it in the books, so he wasn't sure if it was a spell or something else.

With another wave of his wand, Neville pronounced the spell accurately, and he could feel a surge of magic pouring out of his mind, flowing into his wand, converging to its apex, and—

“BOOM！”

The smile on Professor McGonagall's face didn't last long before it faded, and without looking up, Neville knew that Professor McGonagall must be disappointed in him.

So, his head hung lower.

[I really don't have a talent for magic.] 】

Neville thought silently, but there was no sadness or sadness in his heart, some things he experienced more and saw more, and he slowly got used to it.

No one is afraid of the sun setting, because they know that tomorrow the sun will still rise.

Neville didn't know, and Professor McGonagall, though disappointed in him, understood him at the same time, because she knew something about Neville that outsiders didn't know.

"Class!" Professor McGonagall said.

Neville's first class at Hogwarts was over, and he didn't feel disappointed himself, just felt a little sorry for the teachers and students he had scared. Thinking that maybe this explosion would last for seven years or more, Neville thought that perhaps he should learn a spell like [Iron Armor] first, rather than Transfiguration.

At least, it won't hurt the people around you, anyway, you have rough skin and thick meat, and with that thing, even if there is really an explosion, it will be fine.

Neville suddenly had enthusiasm and anticipation for Professor Flitwick's Charms class, but he flipped through the textbook, and it seemed that [Iron Armor] was not what he was going to learn this semester.

Thankfully, for first-year students, everyone is pretty much the same. Some of the things Neville couldn't do, others couldn't, and even someone as powerful as Harry couldn't do as Hermione.

Soon, Friday arrived, and the afternoon of the day would be the first Potions class for the first-year Gryffindors and Slytherin freshmen, and the Potions professor was Professor Snape, who had steadied the hatred of the three houses except Slytherin.

Flipping through his Potions textbook, Neville thought maybe he should take a leave of absence.

When a match explodes is just a puff of smoke, what happens when the potion inside the cauldron explodes?

Think about it.