"A new school year".

These words made the old students a little uncomfortable, they always felt that Dumbledore was saying "there is a new event coming", what terrible thing will happen in the castle this time?

Last year.

A lot of things are covered up by the "Triwizard Tournament" and "Little Hangleton Butcher".

It looks jubilant, but when you think about it, every school year is more dangerous than the last.

When Harry Potter first entered the school, when he was in the first year, he was just a dark wizard to cause trouble, Lockhart was sacrificed in the second year, and he was surrounded by a group of Dementors in the third year, but at best, there was only one life.

But what about the fourth grade?

Barty Crouch died, Ludo Bagman and Karkaroff were missing, life and death were unpredictable, and a conspiracy against Harry Potter resulted in twelve more lives

And this year, they hate the word "new."

What trouble will Harry Potter get to the door again?

Dumbledore directed the students to sing the school song, and the prefects of the various houses directed the new students.

As Harry had guessed, the prefect of Gryffindor was Parvati Patil of the Tirenarian descent who was very smart and good, and in her entire age, among witches, she was only a little worse than Hermione, and as good as her twin sister in Ravenclaw.

Lavender's facial features hung down and twisted together, very unhappy, why is the prefect not himself, but the one. Whether it's looks, or personality, or learning, it's better than yourself, but it's not as good as your own girl.

Little Ronnie will be seduced.

Ron enjoyed the feeling very much, he had never felt that his presence was so sufficient, and the first-year little radish head pestered him to ask questions, and he also answered them one by one very patiently, and the experience of bringing his sister was all used.

I hadn't seen each other for two months, and the old friends were reunited, and it was lively and lively until one o'clock in the morning, when the last group tiptoed out of the lounge.

Only Harry and the three of them remained.

"It's just the beginning of school, why don't you relax?" Ron yawned, his voice slightly hoarse, "Still studying?" ”

"There's an OWLS exam this year!" Hermione was a little agitated, "It's important, Ron, you have to take it to heart, you're a prefect, you have to set a good example." ”

Ron had a heart attack: "Hermione, you're saying a lot like Dean McGonagall. ”

Hermione glared.

Ron shrunk his head and muttered quietly, "You will definitely become a good Gryffindor Dean in the future." ”

"It's a shame that I have to wait until I graduate." Hermione sighed.

Ron didn't dare to look at her directly, and looked at Harry, "Harry, what about you, the owls exam is not difficult for you, and you are the same as Hermione."

"I'm waiting for someone." Harry looked up at the passage leading to the bedroom.

A slightly bloated figure crept in.

"Neville?" Ron followed his gaze and looked over, but he couldn't see his face clearly, but with this size, the whole school couldn't find a few, and Gryffindor only had one Neville.

"It's me." The visitor nodded, and he quickened his pace and sat down across from the three of them.

"I thought you went to sleep and didn't come tonight." Harry closed the book, sat upright, and looked at him, "Say, what's the matter with inviting me to meet at the beginning of the school year?" ”

Hermione closed her book and sat upright.

"Is Barty Crouch Jr. really not dead yet?" Neville threw out the old question he had asked several times two months ago.

Harry nodded: "We didn't find him, but the clues and evidence we found all point to the fact that he is still alive." ”

"Where is he?" Neville asked, "I mean, where might he be?" ”

Harry shook his head: "Who knows, he's cunning, no one can say good, maybe he's in the Ministry of Magic?" By Voldemort's side? Maybe he was preparing something else for his master. ”

Neville took a deep breath, "Harry, I'd like to ask you to teach me something. ”

"I can endure hardship! I can do anything! ”

"Please teach me, I don't expect to be as strong as you"

Harry spoke, "Want to kill Barty Crouch Jr. with your own hands?" ”

Neville shook his head, his eyes and tone becoming firm at this moment: "No, it's not just him, but Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, and Rodolphus Lestrange. ”

"The four of them, I will take revenge with my own hands and kill the four of them."

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded stack of candy wrappers, the one at the bottom that was whitish and worn by the years, and the one at the top was so new that Harry could still smell the sweet, fruity smell of candy.

"I've always had no brains." Neville muttered, in a small voice, as if he was confiding in Harry and the others, as if he was talking to himself, "Reckless, disgraceful." ”

"I don't have the faith, I don't have the determination, I'm really bad"

"But only, only."

"I've always kept these things, I've always kept them with me, and I haven't lost them, not once, not a single one."

Harry held out his hand and handed it to Neville.

Neville froze, and carefully placed the candy wrapper in his palm.

Harry smiled helplessly, and returned the candy wrapper with the same care: "I don't want this, it's a wand, give me your wand." ”

Neville nodded abruptly, withdrew the candy wrapper, and pulled out his wand.

It's an old wand, it's old, older than Neville.

Harry took it.

There was a breath of resistance coming out of the wand, but it didn't last long in his hand before he obediently hibernated.

"Oak, dragon's heartstrings, twelve inches." Harry whispered.

Neville nodded.

"It's not your wand?" Harry looked up and asked him.

"It's my father's." Neville replied softly, "His wand." ”

Harry returned his wand, the oak wand as if it had escaped from its cage, its breath flowing happily around Neville's wrist and rubbing it against him affectionately.

"This wand loves you." Harry's eyes were deep.

Neville clenched his wand, "I love it too. ”

"But it's not for you." Harry was blunt.

Neville didn't speak, just held his wand harder.

"Oak, it is a wand of extreme loyalty, and will accompany its owner through any trough and peak." Hermione recited the words from the book, "It is as loyal to its owner as a knight is to his lord. ”

Neville lowered his head, "It's a good wand." ”

"Don't you get it yet?" Harry nodded to the table, "Hermione has made it clear, this wand loves you very much, and it is trying hard to cooperate with you, but it has never belonged to you. ”

"It's always been your father's wand."

Neville looked up at Harry.

"You inherited its guardianship and companionship for your father, but you did not inherit it." Harry continued, softly, "Even if you cooperate, it doesn't work out your power. ”

Neville held his wand, tears glistening in his eyes.

Harry held his head: "Professor Snape, he can't talk well, do you know why he always scolds you the hardest?" ”

"Because I've always been terrible in Potions class." Neville muttered in reply.

Harry shook his head, "No, it's because he's cheap." ”

Neville was stunned.

"His mouth is like a troll washroom that hasn't been rinsed in twenty years, and he's lost the ability to talk to people."

Hermione was angry and poked Harry in the waist.

"And because of his discrimination against Gryffindor." Harry continued.

"You know, Slytherin always wished that the tower would collapse and the Gryffindors would be killed that day."

Neville was going to be amused.

Harry straightened his face: "Of course, in addition to these, he hates iron more than steel, and he hates those who are obviously capable, but they can't do even the simplest things." ”

Neville raised his hand and pointed it at himself, his voice hesitant, "Me? Obviously capable? ”

Harry nodded, "Of course, you, like Hagrid, are obviously capable, but you can't face yourself, and you must set yourself up as a wreck." ”

Neville still couldn't believe it.

"Professor Sprout said you were as good as I am at herbalism." Harry whispered, "Even when it comes to caring for and nurturing magical plants, you're much better than me, and much better than Cedric. ”

Neville opened his mouth, very unconfident: "I only have this one advantage. ”

"In other classes, I've been acting terrible, Potions class, Transfiguration Charms, Charms class"

Harry clapped his hands and interrupted him heavily, "Neville, there has never been a herbalist master who is not good at making potions, even if he can't become a potions master, he will be an excellent apothecary. ”

"And, as I said, that wand in your hand doesn't belong to you."

"To put it bluntly, it's not for you, it's because of it that delays you."

delay

Neville lowered his head, having a hard time accepting such a negative word and falling into one of his most cherished things.

"Neville, you're the same age as me, and your birthdays are the same." Harry accentuated, "Don't think about having a wand protect you, you have to stand up, you should be the only man in the family, stand up, use your hand, your wand, to protect them." ”

Neville stood up and shouted, "I didn't think about letting this wand protect me!" ”

He roared.

Harry nodded, his expression satisfied.

"Sorry, I was a little out of control." The moment erupted, like a hallucination, Neville quickly sat back down, his tone submissive again, "I mean to say." ”

"If you feel like you're not weakly running away, face it head-on." Harry smiled, "Go get a new wand." ”

"Then challenge me to beat me with your spell to the point of a swollen nose and face."

Neville looked up at Harry, pondering the words.

Harry snapped his fingers, "I'm free every weekend night, and Hermione and Ron will be with me. ”

Neville understood, nodding heavily.

Harry continued, "Also, I get up at 4:30 every morning to work out, but I've been alone for the past four years, and I'm missing a sparring partner. ”

Neville nodded excitedly.

He understood what Harry meant.

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