I now kind of understand the psychology of those who die, and I really know that death will be very rhythmic, but I still can't help but want to try. `

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On their way to the auditorium for dinner, Neville bumps into Luna, and the two of them start talking as they walk.

Hogwarts should be considered Neville's home stadium, and although Luna didn't say it, she was also surprised that Neville was really ...... at school Long-winded.

The last person to make Luna feel verbose was her dad.

"Have you had breakfast?"

“...... Eaten. ”

"I'm used to eating, I think the food here is pretty good, I heard that it's all made by house-elves......"

“......”

In fact, Neville was also very curious about why Luna was sorted into Ravenclaw, he didn't wonder if the Sorting Hat was mistaken, he just didn't see where Luna looked like Ravenclaw. But then again, it was strange that Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, although Hermione had already said that she wanted to go to Gryffindor when they first met, but it seemed that Ravenclaw would be a better fit.

"Did you get the delivery today? Ron received a shouting letter from Mrs. Weasley because of yesterday's incident, it was terrible. ”

Luna pulled a small object out of her pocket and said, "Daddy sent me this." ”

Neville just glanced at the thing, and his face changed suddenly, almost exactly like Ron had seen the Roaring Letter.

"Is this ......" Neville's voice trembled a little, "herring...... Canned herring?"

"yes. ?.?'"

Luna flipped the can in her hand, and there was a sign on the top of the can with a fish image and some instructions.

There is no doubt that this is an authentic can of herring from Sweden.

As for why this thing made Neville change color, it was back during the summer vacation, when he went to Sweden with Luna and her father......

In short, canned herring is a ****** thing.

"Uh, what are you going to do with it?" asked Neville.

"Sharing it with other people, of course. ”

“......”

Neville used his brain, trying to remember if there were any penalties for opening a can of herring in a public place like the Great Hall, but there really wasn't.

Maybe it's just because no one has ever tried this before, Neville thinks that if Luna opens the can in the hall at noon today, then in the afternoon, the teachers who have managed to survive will make the corresponding school rules.

"Well, I think other people might not be used to the flavor, so ...... That ......"

Neville tried to express something as tactfully as he could, but his ability to express himself was really worrisome, and they had stopped at the door of the hall for a while, so they wouldn't be standing here at noon today and watching the people inside eat lunch.

Thanks to a good upbringing, Neville has not been crooked, and the selfless dedication and self-sacrifice that he has shown at some point can be said to be the conscience of the wizarding world.

"This thing...... Can I give it to me?"

Neville's voice was as low as a mosquito, and Luna didn't hear it until Neville repeated it a few more times before she understood what Neville meant?.?? `

"But I only have one can here, why don't I ask Dad to send me a few more?" said Luna.

Neville is about to cry, one can is enough to destroy all the teachers and students in the hall, and a few cans are enough to destroy the whole Hogwarts!

At this time, Neville really felt that Muggles were too terrifying, this kind of mass killing weapon was actually sold everywhere in Sweden, and it was super cheap!

No, you must write to Mr. Lovegood and stop the canned herring from entering Hogwarts!

Neville felt full of fighting spirit and drive, he was about to do something big, for world peace, for Hogwarts, fight!

"I love eating canned herring. ”

Smiling, Neville snatched the can of herring from Luna's hand and ran away at the speed of a world champion 100-meter run.

"Turns out he likes this. Luna clapped her hands, feeling as if she had discovered a new world, "Go back and write to Daddy and ask him to send a few more cans." ”

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At lunchtime, Neville uncharacteristically did not gobble up and feast, but sat there with a quill pen and wrote a letter.

If it's just writing a letter, forget it, but he still wipes his sweat while writing a letter, God knows why he sweats so much just by writing a letter.

"Neville, what are you doing?" asked Harry, curious.

Hearing this, Neville raised his head and said with a resolute expression, "Save the world." ”

Harry: "( ̄. ̄)!"

Without a single bite of his meal, Neville, having finished writing the letter, left the hall and went to the hut to ask the owl to bring the very important letter to Mr. Lovegood.

"God willing, this letter must be delivered!"

Neville prayed silently, and when he was done, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and he would have to resign himself to his fate.

In the hall on the other side, Hermione picked up a tin can on the table and asked, "Who dropped this?"

"I don't know. ”

"Looks like Neville dropped it. ”

"He didn't know where he had gone. Hermione put the tin can in her bag, "Give it to him in the afternoon when class is in session." ”

Neville's memory was not very good, and he didn't remember that the only remaining can of herring at Hogwarts was out of his control until the Defence Against the Dark Arts class started in the afternoon.

It should be said that the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class of the new school year was very special, Gilderoy Lockhart, 3rd Class Medal of the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Black Arts League, and five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly Award for the Most Charming Smile, took a quiz in the first class.

"I see you've all bought my full set of books, and that's good, I thought we'd do a quiz today. Don't be afraid, just see how well you read and how much you comprehend. Lockhart finished handing out the papers, returned to the podium and said, "Give you thirty minutes, start now!"

Neville had only finished reading his two books, and he didn't know what to do with the questions on this paper, and he could guess if it was a multiple-choice question, but it was all a question and answer question.

There was no way, Neville had to play freely.

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper away and looked through it in front of the class.

"Tsk – almost no one remembers my favorite lilac, which I mentioned in A Year with a Tibetan Yeti. A few of my classmates wanted to read "A Weekend with Werewolves" again, and I made it clear in chapter 12 that my ideal birthday present would be to get along with someone who knows magic and someone who doesn't - but I wouldn't say no to a big bottle of Ogden Aged Hot Whiskey!"

He winked mischievously at them again, Ron was now looking at him with distrust, Seamus Finigan and Dean Thomas in front of him were trembling with silent laughter, but Hermione was listening intently, and Lockhart startled her by the sudden mention of her name.

“...... But Miss Hermione Granger knows that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil, and to sell my own line of conditioners—good girl!, in fact—" he flipped her roll over, "a hundred! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione held up a trembling hand.

"Great!" Lockhart laughed, "Very good! Ten points to Gryffindor!Now, down to business......" He stooped down and took out a large cage covered with cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"Now—beware! I'm on a mission to teach you the worst things the wizarding world has to know! But remember, as long as I'm here, you'll not be harmed. All I ask is that you remain calm. ”

Lockhart was actually right when he said that Neville had encountered the most terrifying thing in this classroom, but it was definitely not one of those Cornish elves with only five combat power.