It's hard to say if Lyle was tricked by Neville, because the one who came to the door happened to be the one he didn't want to meet, and what happened after that was exactly what he expected.

He had imagined such a scene countless times since he met Neville, and to this day, he found that this meeting was no different from what he had expected. And he himself didn't show any surprised expression, and even he didn't realize that when he saw the white-bearded old man, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and unloaded his heavy burden.

What should come will always come, and if you really want to avoid it, you should have left Britain sooner, but Lyre has given up at least four chances to leave in the past few days.

In the same way, if he really didn't want to be involved with something, he shouldn't have had anything to do with Neville in the first place, even if it was a passerby, but he chose to help the little fat man he had always found very pleasing to the eye.

This is something that happens in the winter, and now it's summer.

On the other side, Neville was about to embark on the road home, and half a month was not a long time, so it passed unconsciously. Neville was having a good time here, and he wanted to stay a few more days if he could, but unfortunately his birthday was the penultimate day of July, and he still had to go home on his birthday.

"Goodbye. ”

"Goodbye. ”

There's nothing to say, and there's no reluctance, one step at a time, anyway, Luna will go to Hogwarts next semester, and in the days to come, he can also come here to play, and it's not like we won't see each other again.

It's a pity, but Neville doesn't want his friends to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for his birthday, it's really not a good place, and if he can, it's best not to go for the rest of his life.

Looking back on the halfway through the summer vacation, although he didn't learn new spells or potion recipes, and he didn't have enough time to calm down and practice, it was still very rewarding overall, and now Neville probably knew more about something particularly out-of-the-way, bizarre, or even absurd than Hermione.

The only pity is that these things don't seem to be tested during the exam.

If Neville had a good holiday, Harry on the other side might have lived in dire straits, and he hated the guy who made the rule that underage wizards were forbidden to cast spells outside of school, otherwise he would have waved his wand to teach his uncle's family to behave.

Life at Hogwarts almost made Harry forget that his worst enemy was not Snape, nor the half-dead, haunting Voldemort, but his uncle's family.

Harry's birthday was on July 30th, the same day as Neville, which was a coincidence, but Harry was much more unlucky than Neville, because no one in his uncle's family cared about his birthday at all.

Of course, Harry didn't have much hope, they never gave him any decent gifts, let alone birthday cakes.

He understands the truth, but that doesn't make him accept it calmly.

A year ago, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry wrote to Harry that he learned about his origins, and he went to the school of witchcraft and wizardry, where he became famous with his scars. But now that the school year was over, and he had returned to the Dursleys for the summer, they treated him like a dog who had rolled around in a sloppy place.

Maybe not even a dog.

Even Harry's friends forgot about him, and he didn't even receive a greeting card halfway through the holiday.

This must have been the worst day of my life, and compared to this, even if I was deducted 50 points, it didn't seem like a big deal.

Distraught, he walked out the back door, and the weather outside was sunny and sunny. Harry walked across the lawn and sat on a garden bench and sang the birthday song at a crushed voice.

"Happy birthday to me...... Happy birthday to me......"

There are no greeting cards, no gifts, and tonight he has to pretend that he doesn't save zài.

He stared at the hedge sadly, he had never felt so lonely, he missed his best friends Ron and Hermione and Neville, and Ron had said he was going to invite him to his house, but now he had not heard from him.

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Of course, at this time, Harry did not realize that it was not his friends who had completely forgotten him, but that for some reason, all those greeting cards and letters had been stolen and hidden.

Similarly, Harry's friends wondered why Harry hadn't replied to them.

Neville was much luckier, he received a lot of greeting cards on this day, and he was happy because it hadn't happened in previous years, when Neville had almost no friends.

One of these greeting cards was special because it was sent by Lyle.

A greeting card estimated to be worth twenty pence, the content on it is actually Merry Christmas, and there is even a portrait of Jesus, so the "Happy Birthday to Neville Longbottom" written in the blank space is full of dissonance.

God knows how careless that guy is, maybe he took the Christmas card that was not used up in previous years and wrote a line of words on it, added the address and sent it, and he didn't look at it at all.

However, Neville only wanted the blessing and the sender's name, and he didn't care about anything else.

"Oh, it's him again, he's ......"

Mrs. Longbottom was very disagreeable about this, and the old woman was sometimes a little unkind, such as when she had asked Neville to throw away the candy wrappers his mother had given him. Therefore, this time Mrs. Longbottom was still very dissatisfied, and she felt that Lyle was too rude.

Now it seems that it was the right move not to let Neville play with him this summer.

Because of the thin number of people, even after being decorated, the house still looks very unlively. But it's all trivial, after all, it's time to have a meal here at noon and head to St. Mungo's Hospital in the afternoon.

Neville was already familiar with the place, and he might get lost at King's Cross Station and couldn't find the exit, but he would be able to get around St Mungo's Hospital with ease.

Almost every holiday season, many of the patients who have been treated here for a long time have come to know Neville, and of course all sorts of small words, good or bad, good or bad, good or bad, have spread with Neville's arrival.

On this day, Neville was twelve years old, and while blowing out the candles, the wish he made remained the same as in previous years.

"Mom and Dad, get better. ”

"Grandma, Uncle Algie, and Aunt Aini are in good health. ”

"Finally, three more wishes. ”