Chapter 930

"Bang!"

The windows were tightly closed and the heavy curtains were drawn, making the room dark.

Neville stood by the rocking chair in the middle of the living room and watched grandma close the door, window and even the air window for ventilation, without leaving a crack.

To be honest, he didn't think it would make them feel more secure - would those monsters really leave because the doors and windows were closed?

"Milk, grandma -"

"Silence!"

Grandma is still grandma, Augusta Longbottom, who raised him instead of his parents.

She wore her favorite dark green robe and a fox skin scarf around her neck. The hat decorated with a whole specimen of an eagle was placed next to the rocking chair. Whenever she wanted to go out, she would put it on.

Although Neville never thought it was very good-looking, sometimes he even thought it was a little funny.

But grandma is extremely stubborn. What she likes is the best, and everything else doesn't matter - Neville, who dare not disobey, can only feel depressed silently in his heart.

"Go, go to the back door..."

The old lady grabbed her grandson's sleeve, buttoned her hat on her head with her other hand, and then dragged him back without doubt.

Although she was getting older and older, her temper did not seem to be much different from that in the past. She was still so tough, self-centered, and even seemed unreasonable.

Of course, Neville always respects her very much... Well, it's better to say "awe", because she has the "firmness" Neville has always felt that he is lacking.

When he was honestly dragged to the back room by his grandmother, he saw her continue to wave her magic wand, close and lock all the doors and windows, and do something that made Neville feel "in vain".

After all, didn't their grandparents and grandchildren just see a Mr. Auror of the Ministry of magic on the street outside, who was seriously injured by the monster and almost died?

Is it really useful for a monster like that to just close the door?

When the old lady "isolated" the whole house from the outside world, she waved and let Neville sit on the chair in the back room, while she stood quietly behind the curtain.

This is obviously another action Neville doesn't understand: she stands there without looking out, but doesn't sit down and rest her feet... What the hell is she doing?

However, he didn't understand a lot of what grandma did from childhood to adulthood. In the final analysis, he had already been used to it.

Neville, who was now very tall, shrank into a narrow chair and held his pet toad, raffle, in his hand. On his left, the middle of the chair and the wall was filled with all kinds of strange sundries, and on his right was a tall sundry cabinet.

Sitting here, let alone stretch his hands and feet, he would push his elbow against something.

But he still shrunk and didn't say a word, because Grandma had just let him "Silence".

Suddenly, Neville moved his eyes always on grandma to the side of the closed curtain. The silence of the room made him think involuntarily.

At first, he was worried about his parents who had lived in St. Mungo for a long time, but after thinking of the concealment and defensive magic of the wizard hospital, he began to worry about other students living in London.

There is no doubt that this is a terrible disaster, a disaster that spans Muggles and wizards.

In such a disaster, almost any individual, whether Muggle or wizard, seems very small. Anyone may die in the streets under the pursuit of those monsters.

At the thought of this, Neville couldn't help being distressed.

I still remember that since joining R.A. and becoming one of them, he can be said to be the one who practices the most diligently and assiduously among all people.

Whether it is group training, group cooperation training, or his personal extra training, he spends much more time and energy than others.

However, only he knows that his talents in "spell learning", "transfiguration" and "defense against the dark arts" can only be described as "bad".

Even so, frequent practice eventually brought him a lot of spell casting level beyond the students of the same grade.

Only today, when he saw the cruel battle between Auror and the monster, all he could feel was loss again.

He couldn't help asking himself - what's the meaning of such a long practice? When the disaster came and the crisis came, didn't he just shrink at home and watch his grandmother close the windows, lock the doors and draw the curtains?

In this way, Neville felt more and more depressed, and finally couldn't help but stand up suddenly.

"Grandma..."

"Shut up! Sit quietly!"

Grandma was still his grandma. She just looked back and made Neville habitually shrink her neck. But this time, after choking, he took another step forward.

"No, grandma!" he also imitated the old lady's appearance and stubbornly stuck his neck. "Don't you often say I'm cowardly, useless and have no opinion? Now I want to go out to fight and I'm going to help others! When we are so timid at home, many people must be killed... Among them are my younger brothers and sisters!"

When the old lady heard the speech, she did not show Neville's supposed comfort, but came over with her lips pursed and twisted his ears.

"I said, sit quietly!"

She pinched her grandson's ear and pushed him back to the chair, which released her hand. At this time, Neville's ears have become red and must look very painful.

Although Neville was forced to sit back, he did not cover his ears with his hands, but still looked up at his grandmother.

This may not be the first time he has shown courage, but it seems to be the first time in front of his grandmother.

Unfortunately, his grandmother doesn't seem to buy it.

"Go out to fight? Help others?" the old man asked in a low voice. "Do you think this will make you look less' cowardly '? Your performance only tells me that you are afraid - cowardly soft egg!"

Yes, Neville is afraid. He is afraid of his incompetence.

Therefore, he was forced to stand up by his fear and wanted to go out and fight with those monsters... Then the end was that he was quickly killed by the monsters.

Worthless courage is not courage, it's just self consolation for soft eggs.

Hinschneville is a little braver than before - at least now he dares to joke about his life, but he still can't get praise from his grandmother.

"But... Aren't we cowardly when we hide here?" Neville retorted, "we didn't do anything!"

"Because we can't do anything!" the old lady admonished in a low, expressionless voice. "Remember, we can't do anything now - be quiet!"

Grandma's dress style is still so exaggerated and funny, but perhaps it is this contrast that makes the deterrence she shows more and more distinct.

Neville, who was forced back into his chair, didn't know how to answer. After opening and closing his mouth several times, he could only return to silence.

Grandma's words seem unreasonable, but somehow, they contain strong persuasion.

But at the next moment, the old lady who never changed her face suddenly frowned, and her skin, which had lost its elasticity because of her age, was slowly twisted together.

Suddenly, she suddenly raised her wand and stood in front of Neville. Then, the back door was immediately reopened by a strong force, and countless wood fragments swept in like a storm.

However, when the fragments were stabbed in front of the old lady, they were fixed in the air by an invisible barrier, and then threw aside with her.

Looking at the planks and sawdust falling all over the floor, Neville was not surprised. He saw a hooded head sticking into the door from Grandma's side.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time that the head reached the door, a cloud of silver light and fog rushed away and pushed it back.

"Go, go through the front door!"

I didn't look back, and I didn't know where she came from. I grabbed Neville's collar and dragged him to the front room.

Neville stumbled all the way, bent over and ran a few steps with grandma. As he ran, he wondered whether he had brought the monster over because he had just spoken too loudly.

You know, grandma kept her voice down even when she scolded him.

"Click."

Even if the monster behind would catch up at any time, the old lady's action of opening the front door remained as quiet as possible, as if her every action had been carefully considered.

"Run by yourself, remember, be quiet!"

After going out to the big tree at the door, she lit a little on her head and Neville's head with a magic wand. Suddenly, a cool feeling poured down from her head and ran all over her body in the twinkling of an eye.

This is a magic spell that even Hogwarts doesn't require to learn. With its difficulty, it can't be used by ordinary wizards at will.

But the old lady's movements were as smooth as clouds and flowing water without any delay.

At the moment when they completed their invisibility, a monster suddenly appeared over the roof behind them, and their blood red eyes swept straight down the street.

Different from Neville, who was shocked to cover her mouth in an instant, the old lady still didn't stop, but continued to release a silencing spell after casting the phantom spell.

Looking at the monster floating freely in the air and scanning everything on the street, Neville felt that a layer of greasy cold sweat had seeped from behind him.

What else did you say just now? Coming out to fight?

Only at such a close distance could he feel the strange smell emanating from the monster - it was much more terrible than a Dementor who could suck the happiness of others!

Will it find me?