Chapter 663

A magic fireworks show scattered in all directions, with Colorful streamers and sudden ups and downs, bloomed the vitality and youth of young people in the Gryffindor public lounge. When the last streamer like a swimming dragon rushed out of the door opening, including the portraits in the corridor on the eighth floor, many people firmly engraved that colorful picture in their hearts.

In fact, at the end of last school year, many students were wondering why Fred and George, who were always making trouble, would honestly wait until the last minute after the exam.

Now they know that the Weasley twin brothers, as the initiator, can still leave their last glory and coquettish here even if they have successfully graduated and left Hogwarts.

Of course, Fred and George have already graduated, and even Dumbledore's resurrection can't control them. However, those two naughty ghosts can't be remedied, but there is Ron, the opener of trouble?

Now, Neville had returned to his bedroom, but he looked at the rather empty room with a little confusion on his face.

In this bedroom, Ron, Harry, Dean and Seymour were all caught by the professor for questioning. I'm afraid the unexpected commotion will bring them an impressive punishment.

Coincidentally, Neville Longbottom had nothing to do with him, all because the portrait opposite the fat lady casually proved to him that he had never even entered the door of the common room.

Neville, who was still confused about the accident tonight, stood in the bedroom where he was alone and scratched his head blankly.

Fortunately, a sincere person with a simple mind like him won't think much. Since he was not carried away by the professor, it is naturally a good thing. At least he can be exempted from punishment. As for Harry and Ron... He's not very worried. After all, Hogwarts doesn't have too serious punishment now.

However, a person is always a little lonely in the bedroom. On weekdays, Gryffindor's bedroom often looks very lively. Now, once it calms down, even Neville, who has always been silent, can't adapt to it.

After sorting out the parchment and pen and ink for his homework, he looked around the room for a week, but he put down his schoolbag and ran to open the window.

"Er... Why did I suddenly come to open the window?" Neville wondered, but he seemed to think he should do it. "Well, forget it, don't worry about him!"

While feeling the breeze outside the window, he released the handle on the window, then ran back, picked up his schoolbag and was ready to finish his homework in the common room.

Somehow tonight, he felt that he was in an unusually good state. It is estimated that his homework will be completed smoothly in a while?

But as he passed Ron's bed and walked to the door, he caught a glimpse of the package on the desk in the corner of his eye. He remembered that Ron seemed to say that it probably contained sweets from lavender. If anyone wanted to eat, he could get them by himself.

Yes, Neville has been fond of sweet food since he was a child. Only the family conditions did not allow, coupled with an exceptionally strict grandmother, he was always greedy, but rarely able to eat enough freely.

"Well... If it's candy or something..." he couldn't help looking at the package and muttering, "it looks like a lot... Just one... No, two! Just two!"

In the bedroom, snacks are mostly shared by everyone, which is not surprising. Especially the little local tyrant Harry, although he doesn't buy hard, he brings a lot of snacks to everyone at the beginning of school every year. Although Ron and Neville are not rich at home, they occasionally use their saved copper NAT to contribute to this shared friendship.

After making up his mind to take only two, Neville turned around with his schoolbag and walked to one side of the desk.

He threw the schoolbag at his feet, and then with a loud sound of unpacking, a heart-shaped chocolate iron box was exposed inside. The meaning of the red heart-shaped iron box was too obvious. Even Neville, who was rather dull about it, soon understood the meaning.

"Chocolate again?" he said. "Or... Not very good?"

Neville glanced at the parchment used for the package. The name "Lavender Brown" seemed vague in the unlit bedroom, but it could still be recognized by the moonlight outside the window.

"No, it's just chocolate..." he thought with embarrassment on his face, and then shook his head. "Well, just one. Harry seems to have fruit fudge."

From two chocolates to one, Neville's uneasiness was reduced by half, and it was much more comfortable. He didn't think much this time. He raised his hand to open the lid of the box of chocolates, but at that moment, he felt a void in his heart inexplicably.

This was an unexplained unease, as if there was something wrong, which made Neville stop his action immediately. In the next second, he turned around with doubts and took a step habitually

No, in fact, he only took half a step and was stunned when he tripped over the schoolbag he had left at his feet.

A stagger, Neville hurriedly shook his hands, trying to readjust the center of gravity of his standing. Then, he finally pulled out his foot blocked by his schoolbag and reluctantly let himself stand firm again. But then he was stunned to find that the heart-shaped chocolate iron box crossed a beautiful arc in mid air and flew perfectly out of the window.

Neville looked at the open window and looked down at his hands. He was stupid for a moment. There has been a big event that has shocked the professors tonight. At this time, he doesn't have the courage to pick it up.

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Let's move the time forward a little. Just when Neville entered the bedroom, something was happening behind Hagrid's hunting cabin... Well, it's not too big.

"... Hagrid... Professor Hagrid, here we are."

It was filch who spoke, and listening to his tone, it was obvious that he was not very willing to call Hagrid "Professor" until now. Because in his heart, students like Hagrid, who was expelled in those years, should have the same status as his squib gatekeeper.

"I see. You can go back."

Hagrid also disliked filch, who was always rude to his students. After waving his hand casually, he picked up the lantern in his hand and took a picture behind filch.

"I heard from Professor McGonagall, but... You alone?"

As Hagrid inquired suspiciously, the light of the lantern extended not far behind filch, but there was only one person standing there, the unlucky Ron.

"Oh... Yes," Ron said helplessly. "Good evening, Hagrid... As you can see, just me."

"Harry, what about them? Aren't they punished?" Hagrid continued.

"Harry, they --"

Ron shrugged, trying to explain to Hagrid in detail, but was interrupted by filch who had not left.

"Ron Weasley," filch said loudly in his hoarse, mean voice, "Professor McGonagall asked me to bring you here, not for you to chat - you should be punished!"

"Filch!" Hagrid glared at him angrily. "How and when to punish is all my business. You should go back to the castle!"

When filch heard the speech, he looked at Hagrid's huge body and his arms and legs thicker than his waist. Then he twisted his mouth and muttered back. Soon, Ron's voice sounded behind him, as if explaining something about Hagrid's experience in the principal's room.

"The kids who are always restless and the big fools who protect them!"

Filch murmured angrily, his shadow shining for a long time and a short time with the shaky lantern, swinging endlessly on the grass in the vestibule.

However, just as he was going to patrol the castle and try his luck to see if he could catch a few more students who slipped out of the night tour with luck, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the lawn downstairs of Gryffindor tower.

The tranquility of the night made the landing sound particularly clear. Even if the Gryffindor tower was still a distance from filch, he could hear it clearly.

"What is it?"

Filch first looked in the direction of the voice. When the cat named "Mrs. Loris" jumped off his shoulder, the man ran over there immediately.

The moonlight was still bright tonight, and Mrs. Loris gave him guidance. Soon he found something falling on the ground.

It seemed to be an iron box that had been broken and deformed. It obviously fell from the tower, and the contents were scattered all over the ground. Filch picked up one of them, then looked at the moonlight, put it in front of his nose and smelled it. A faint fragrance immediately went into his nostrils.

It was undoubtedly a charming smell, which made filch put it into his mouth and chew it without hesitation, even without hesitation.

"HMM... it's chocolate?" filch chewed with his uneven yellow teeth and showed a look of great enjoyment. "Which little bastard threw it down? Hum... Throwing things out of the window... It tastes good..."

So before long, a bent figure picked up the chocolate happily in the moonlight, put them all in his pocket, and then slowly returned to the castle to patrol with the broken heart-shaped iron box.

That night, the mouth of gatekeeper filch was full of the rich aroma of chocolate.