Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 929: Neville wants to fight

"Boom!"

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

Navi stood by the rocking chair in the middle of the living room, watching her grandma close the doors, windows, and even the transom for air circulation, leaving no gaps.

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

"Milk, grandma--"

"Mute!"

Grandma is still grandma, Augusta Longbottom, the one who raised him on behalf of his parents.

She is wearing the dark green robe she is most used to, and a fox fur scarf around her neck. The hat decorated with a whole eagle specimen was placed next to the rocking chair, and she would put it on whenever she wanted to go out.

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

But grandma is very stubborn. What she likes is the best, and everything else doesn't matter-Neville, who dares not to go against her, can only feel depressed in her heart.

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

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

Although she is getting older and older, her temper doesn't seem to be much different from the past, she is still so tough, self, and even seemingly unreasonable.

Of course, Neville has always respected her very much...Well, it is better to say "awe", because she has the "firmness" that Neville has always felt that she lacks.

Honestly being dragged to the back room by grandma, he saw grandma continue to wield her magic wand, close all doors and windows and lock them, doing some behaviors that made Neville feel "in vain".

After all, didn't the two of their grandchildren just saw a Mr. Auror from the Ministry of Magic on the street outside, who was severely injured and nearly died by a monster?

Like such a powerful monster, just closing the door... Is it really useful?

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

This was obviously another move that Neville didn't understand: She stood there not observing the situation, but she didn't sit down and rest... What was she doing?

However, he didn't understand many things that grandma had done since he was a child. After all, he was already used to it.

Navi, who is now tall and mammoth, is shrunk in a small chair, holding his pet toad Rifle in his hand. On his left hand, between the chair and the wall was piled up with all kinds of weird debris, and on the right was a tall storage cabinet.

Sitting here, let alone stretch his hands and feet, he will hit something even when he moves his elbow.

But he just shrank like that, and didn't say a word, because his grandma had already "silenced" him.

Suddenly, Neville moved the gaze that had always been on grandma to the side of the closed curtains. The silence in the room made him involuntarily think about it.

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

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

In such a disaster, no matter whether it is a Muggle or a wizard, almost any individual appears very small, and everyone is likely to die on the street under the chase of those monsters.

Neville couldn't help feeling distressed when he thought of this.

Remember, after becoming one of them, he can be said to be the one who practiced the most diligent and hardest among all.

Whether it’s group training, group training, or his personal training, it takes a lot more time and energy than others.

However, only he himself knows that his talents in "magicism", "transfiguration", and "defense to the dark arts" can only be described as "bad".

Even so, after all, frequent practice has brought him a level of spellcasting that is much higher than that of students in the same grade.

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

He couldn't help asking himself—what is the point of practicing for so long? When the disaster strikes, when the crisis comes, doesn't he have to stay at home and watch grandma close the window, lock the door and draw the curtains?

So, Neville only felt that the more he thought about it, the more bored he was, and finally couldn't help but stood up abruptly.

"Grandma..."

"Shut up! Sit quietly!"

Grandma was still his grandma, but just turning her head back with a glance made Neville shrink her neck habitually. But this time, after being choked, he took a step forward instead.

"No, grandma!" He also learned the appearance of an old lady, and said stubbornly, "Don't you often say that I am weak, useless, and have no opinion? Now I want to go out to fight, I want to go Help others! When we just cringe at home, many people must be killed...Among them are my juniors!"

The old lady heard the words, but didn't show Neville's consolation, but came up with her lips and twisted his ears.

"I said, sit quietly!"

She pinched her grandson's ear and pushed him back on the chair, then released her hand. By this time, Neville's ears had become red, and they must look very painful.

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

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

It's a pity that his grandma doesn't seem to buy it.

"Go out to fight? To help others?" The old lady lowered her voice and asked back, "Do you think this makes you look less'cowardly'? Your performance only tells me that you are scared— —The cowardly soft egg!"

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

That's why he was forced to stand up by his own fear, and wanted to go out and fight those monsters to death and death... Then the end was that he was quickly killed by the monsters.

Valueless courage is not courage, it's just the self-consolation of soft guys.

Perhaps Neville is a little braver than before—at least now he dared to use his life to make jokes, but he still couldn't get the praise of his grandma.

"But...Aren't we cowardly hiding here?" Neville couldn't help but retorted, "We didn't do anything!"

"Because we can't do anything!" The old lady exclaimed in a low voice, expressionlessly, "Remember, we can't do anything now—just be quiet!"

Grandma's dressing style is still so exaggerated and funny, but perhaps it is this contrast that makes her deterrence more vivid.

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

Grandma's words seem to be unreasonable, but somehow, there is a strong persuasiveness in it.

But at the next moment, the old lady, who had always kept her face frowned, suddenly frowned, and her skin, which had lost her elasticity due to her age, was slowly twisted together.

Suddenly, she suddenly raised the magic wand in her hand and stepped a step firmly in front of Neville. Immediately after that, the back door was reopened with a strong force, and countless pieces of wooden planks swept into it like a storm.

However, when the fragments were all piercing the old lady, they were fixed in the air by an invisible barrier, and then flung aside as she flicked them.

Looking at the planks and sawdust that fell on the floor of Patta Patta, Neville was too surprised to see from his grandmother's side that a hooded head stuck into the door.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time that the head reached into the doorway, a cloud of silver-white haze rushed away, pushing it back.

"Go, go through the front door!"

The old lady didn’t look back, nor did she know where her strength came from. She grabbed Neville’s collar and dragged it back and forth to the front room~IndoMTL.com ~Neville staggered all the way, bent over and ran a few steps with her grandmother. As he ran, he was wondering whether it was because he was speaking too loudly that he was attracted to the monster.

Be aware that even when grandma was reprimanding him, she kept her voice down all the time.

"Click."

Even if the monster behind would catch up at any time, the old lady opened the front door as quietly as possible, as if every movement of her had been carefully thought out.

"Run by yourself, remember, be quiet!"

After she went out and came to the big tree at the door, she used her magic wand to tap the top of her and Neville's heads respectively, and suddenly a chill poured down from her head, and in a blink of an eye it spread all over her body.

This is a phantom spell, a spell that even Hogwarts does not require to be learned. Due to its difficulty, it is not something ordinary wizards can use at will.

But the old lady's movements are as smooth as clouds and flowing water, without the slightest lag.

As soon as the two of them completed their invisibility, a monster suddenly appeared over the roof behind them, and his blood-red gaze swept straight down the street below.

Unlike Neville, who was shocked and covered her mouth for an instant, the old lady still didn't stop her hands, but continued to cast a Silencing Charm after casting the Phantom Charm.

Looking at the monster floating freely in the air, scanning everything on this street from side to side, Neville felt that a layer of cold sweat was oozing out of his back.

What else did you say just now? Want to come out to fight?

Only at such a close distance can he feel the weird aura emanating from that monster-it's far more terrifying than a dementor who can **** the happiness of others!

Will I... be discovered by it?

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