Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Shut up, you big fat bird! Professor Harris was ashamed to say that you were the one who killed him!" Neville's shouting voice attracted the attention of many people, and some exciting responses immediately sounded from the crowd of onlookers.

Algie heard Neville’s voice and saw that the discussion was interrupted. He yelled angrily: "Neville! What are you talking about here! Back to your dormitory area, your grandma and I will never allow you to study anything. Necromancy, this is too dangerous, not something that Longbottom should touch."

Seeing Neville’s fearful appearance because of his uncle’s anger, Alan squinted his eyes. "Mr. Algie Longbottom, I have to say, let’s not mention my ancient magic class. Neville can do nothing but herbal medicine. In addition to the O excellent, only the spell and defense against the dark arts can get the E good, most of the other courses are very bad, especially the potions class."

Hearing Alan’s words, Neville bowed his head sadly. Frieg beside him took his arm worriedly. Pomona Sprout, the Dean of Hufflepuff who had been encouraging Neville, disagrees. He looked at Alan, but didn't speak.

　　 Alji's head jerked to Allen: "How can our children not have your turn to evaluate!"

"You misunderstood, did I mean you didn't find the problem?" Neville's head was raised by Alan's words, and Algie's brows on the opposite side curled up. He couldn't figure out what Alan wanted to express. .

"Recently, I discovered that Neville is not the best at practicing the difficult spells of the Lightning series, but it is actually faster than many students..." Allen walked to Neville and patted lightly. Patted Neville on the shoulder, "So as your professor, I have some speculations."

　　Naville felt his scalp tighten before he understood what Alan was talking about. He grinned and couldn't help covering his head with his hands.

"Next, I will perform a divination immediately, Neville. Don’t try to resist when you feel spied. Let us find out the truth about your current situation." Allen pinched a few of his heads from Neville. The hair he pulled out, the staff he held was suspended out of thin air, Alan’s hands flicked the crystal ball at the bottom of the staff, Neville’s hair burned into black mist and penetrated into the crystal ball. The black and white mist intertwined in the entire crystal ball, undulating.

　　 "Aren't we talking about ancient magic lessons?" Paul Greengrass snorted and said disdainfully, "Dumbledore, don't you have any opinions?"

"If this can help Mr. Longbottom, I don't think it's a problem." Dumbledore remained calmly on the side. He still doesn't know Alan's back hand, but if he thinks it is just these things, he thinks it is still It's better to let Allen try to say what's in his heart.

The staff hovering in mid-air suddenly fell into Ellen’s hands. He didn’t have time to deal with these verbal lawsuits on the field, and continued to cast the spell, using another difficult prophetic magic to look back on the vision-in Ellen at 1066 In 1970, he used this magic to explore the past and helped Muggle Tofi find his wife Judith, who was captured by the Normans.

　　 In the case of Neville's non-resistance, Allen cast a spell and quickly saw with his own eyes the more detailed things that happened at the time node just calculated by the divination. Those pictures and the language were all discovered by Allen.

After the detection, Allen put his staff on the ground, then took out a water pipe in the shape of a raven skull from his pocket, snapped his fingers to make the skull glow, and then took the other end of the pipe hose and took a sharp sip. Then slowly spit out a large cloud of smoke.

　　 This cloud of smoke twisted and spiraled up, and the smoke spread into the air above Allen's head. In such a large cloud of hazy smoke, the scenes of Neville's childhood that had just been detected by Allen using visual retrospective magic were revealed one by one in the sky.

　　 Everyone stopped talking and looked up at the scene in the smoke.

"What do you want to do? What is the relationship between what you are going to do now and what our school board is going to discuss today?" Arge, who sensed the content, raised his wand quickly, trying to disperse the smoke, but Alan Guang Glancing at the tip of his wand, Algie felt the magic power gathered by the wand in his hand disintegrated into invisible.

　　Hermione deliberately yelled aloud: "Mr. Longbottom, aren't you curious about Neville's problem in this respect?"

"Miss Granger, this is a board meeting. No matter what your status in the magic world, you should not participate at this time. I think this kind of meaningless thing should stop." Because the magic was dispelled, Algie Longbottom had some lingering fears, he glared at Hermione: "And if this kind of pipe is added with some special drugs, it can be convenient to induce the viewer, as the first Dark Lord did."

"President Dumbledore and so many professors are here, I don’t think no one would dare to make an axe in front of them." Allen said frankly, "but I’m sorry, Mr. Algie Longbottom, Mr. Neville Longbottom, next What you see may not be so interesting to you both..."

In the smoke above their heads, Algie Longbottom hung the eight-year-old Neville from the upstairs window with his ankle facing up. His wife Aini handed him a protein cake. Algie missed and Neville So he fell. Fortunately, Neville showed his magic power to make himself bounce, flew over the entire garden, and fell onto the road-which also proved that Neville was not a dumb gun, he was a magician, which made Al Ji refused to pick up Neville, but held the cake and smiled from ear to ear at the window.

　　 During the change of smoke, a smaller Neville appeared high in the sky. On the pier of Black Lake, Neville was inattentive, and Argy pushed him down from the pier of Black Lake. Algie let Neville struggle in the lake and almost drowned.

The wizards who watched below were very surprised to see such a picture continuously. Many pure blood knew that this was a common method in the pure blood family to inspire the magic of the offspring or to remove the dumb artillery. The method of ensuring that there will be no dumb guns in the family that will humiliate the family-but now in the wizarding world, almost no pure-blood family will use this method to persecute their offspring. A more common method is to send them to Ma The melon world is no longer going to come and go.

If it weren’t for the images shown in the sky now, even wizards like Paul Greengrass would never have imagined that there would still be people in the Longbottom family who have always shown integrity and loyalty to continue this bad habit—because of their daughter’s illness. The reason is that Paul Greengrass pampers his daughter more than the average wizard family.

Neville stared blankly at these pictures that he had almost left behind. Before he was young, he hadn't thought about these problems. Now these are memories that he regards as accidents, and appear to him in this more intuitive way. In front of him, no matter how dull he was, as he was approaching adulthood, he realized that something was wrong. No wonder Uncle Algie always attacked himself when his grandma was away~www.ltnovel.com~ Every time he suffered an accident, his grandma would Uncle took special care of himself after a severe lesson.

Ben Bosd’s fat face and eyes have been narrowed and looked at Algie diagonally, with disdain in his contempt. Although his family’s reputation is not as good as that of the Longbottom family, the Boss family has not cleared the house. Dumb Cannon is such a bad habit of disregarding family affection.

　　 Allen asked neatly: "Mr. Longbottom, for Neville, is the ancient magic lesson dangerous or is your behavior more dangerous?"

"These are my personal behaviors. Neville, don't blame your grandma and aunt, you should remember that they are against me doing this, so I can only find ways to transfer them or make some things while they are away. Try..." Algie took a few steps forward to put himself in a more noticeable position. He straightened his coat so that every word of his could be heard clearly by other wizards. "But I don't regret it. , Neville’s parents Frank and Alice were captured by the Death Eaters because they fought against the mysterious man. Unfortunately, they were tortured crazy by the Death Eaters with the Drilling Curse. They are both excellent Aurors, Neville’s only descendants. As Neville’s uncle, I will never make my brother Frank’s child a dumb gun for discrimination!"

"Algie, I don't agree with what you did to your nephew." Amelia Burns supported her monocle and said in a loud and deep voice: "But, Harris Professor, what does these things at Longbottom have to do with the things we are meeting here today to discuss?"