"Oh!"

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

Neville stood by the rocking chair in the middle of the living room and watched her grandmother close the doors, windows, and even the transoms for air circulation, leaving no seams.

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?

"Grandma, grandma--"

"No sound!"

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

She wore the dark green robe she most often wore, and a fox fur scarf around her neck. The hat decorated with an entire eagle specimen was placed next to the rocking chair, and she would wear it whenever she was going out.

Although Neville never felt so good-looking, he sometimes even felt a little funny.

But grandma is very stubborn. She likes the best. Everything else doesn't matter. In this regard, Neville, who dares not to disobey, can only feel depressed in her heart.

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

The old lady grabbed his grandson's sleeve, and the other hand clasped his hat on his head, and dragged him back unquestionably.

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

Of course, Neville has always respected her ... well, it might as well be "awe", because she has the "firmness" that Neville has always felt that she lacks.

He was dragged to the back room honestly by his grandmother, and he saw that his grandmother continued to wave his wand, closed all the doors and windows, and performed some actions that made Neville feel "in vain."

After all, did n’t their grandparents just see a Mr. Auror in the street outside the street, who was seriously wounded by a monster and almost died?

A monster like that is just closing the door ... is it really useful?

After the old lady "isolated" the entire room from the outside world, she waved her hand and let Neville sit on the chair in the back room, while she stood quietly behind the curtains.

This was obviously another act that Neville didn't understand: she stood there and neither looked outside, but didn't sit down and rest ... what was she doing?

However, he didn't understand many things from grandma to grandma, and he was already used to it after all.

Neville, now tall and tall, shrank in a small chair, holding his pet Toad Raffle in his hand. On his left side, the middle of the chair and the wall was filled with all kinds of strange things, and on the right side was a tall storage cabinet.

Sitting here, let alone stretch his hands and feet, even if he moved his elbow, he would hit something.

But he just shrank like this, and didn't say a word, because Grandma had made him "forbidden" just now.

Suddenly, Neville moved the gaze that had always been on Grandma's body to the closed curtain, and the quietness in the room made him involuntarily imagine.

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 living in London.

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

In such a disaster, whether it is Muggles or wizards, almost any individual appears very small, and anyone may be killed on the streets by those monsters.

But thinking of it, Neville couldn't help worrying.

Remember, after becoming one of them, he can be said to be the most diligent and hard-working one among all.

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

However, only he knows that his talents in the fields of "mantra", "transformation" and "black magic defense" can only be described as "bad".

Even so, the frequent practice finally brought him a level of spell-casting that exceeded that of his classmates.

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

He couldn't help asking himself-what's the point of such a long practice? When the disaster came, and when the crisis came, wouldn't he just shrink back home and watch his grandmother close the window, lock the door and pull the curtains?

In this way, Neville just felt more and more boring, and finally couldn't help but stood up suddenly.

"grandmother……"

"Shut up! Sit quietly!"

Granny was still his grandmother, and just turning her head back to give a look, let Neville shrink his neck habitually. However, this time, after being stung, he took a step forward.

"No, grandma!" He also learned the way of the old lady, stubbornly stubbing his neck, "Don't you often say that I am weak, useless, and opinionless? Now I want to go out to fight, I want to help others! When we cringe at home like this, there must be many people being killed ... and my schoolmates and girls! "

The old lady heard the words, but did not show the comfort that Neville thought, but came over with her lips, and twisted his ears.

"I said, sit quietly!"

She squeezed her grandson's ear and pushed him back to the chair, only to release her hand. By this time, Neville's ears had become red and must look very painful.

Although Neville was forced to sit back, he didn't cover his ears with his hands, but still looked up at his grandmother with his head raised.

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

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

"Go out to fight? Help others?" The old lady lowered her voice and asked, "Do you think this will make you look less cowardly? Your performance only told me that you were afraid-cowardly Soft egg! "

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

Therefore, he will be forced to stand up by his own fear, and want to go out and fight with those monsters. You will die ... and then the ending is that he will be killed by the monsters soon.

Valorless courage is not courage, it is just the self-consolation of the soft eggs.

Maybe Neville is a little braver than before-at least now he dares to joke with his life, but he still can't get the compliment from his grandma.

"But ... aren't we cowardly hiding here?" Neville retorted, "we did nothing!"

"Because we can't do anything!" The old lady whispered, expressionlessly, "remember, we can't do anything now-give me quiet!"

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

Neville, who was forcibly shoved back into his chair, didn't know how to answer. After opening and closing his mouth several times, he finally reverted to silence.

Grandma's words seemed to be unreasonable, but somehow they contained a strong persuasion.

But at the next moment, the old lady, who had not changed her face, suddenly frowned, and the skin that had lost its elasticity slowly twisted together as she got older.

Suddenly, she saw that she suddenly raised her wand, and stepped firmly in front of Neville. Immediately afterwards, the back door was instantly re-opened, and numerous pieces of wooden planks swept inward like storms.

However, when those fragments were stabbed in front of the old lady, they were fixed in the air by an invisible barrier, and then left aside as she fluttered.

Looking at Pata Pata, the planks and sawdust fell off the ground. Neville's side was too surprised to see from the side of Grandma's side that a hooded head stuck into the doorway.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time that the skull reached the doorway, a cloud of silver-white mist struck his head and slammed his face, pushing it back.

"Go, go through the front door!"

The old lady didn't look back, nor did she know where she came from. She was holding on to Neville's collar and dragging it to the front room ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Neville staggered all the way, and stooped to follow Grandma's steps. As he ran, he was wondering if it was because he had talked too loudly that he just brought the monster over.

You know, even when grandma was reprimanding him, she always kept her voice down.

"Click."

Even though the monster behind will catch up at any time, the old lady's movement to open the front door is still as quiet as possible, as if every movement of her is well thought out.

"Run by yourself, remember, be quiet!"

After going out to the tree near the door, she used her wand to nod on her head and Neville's head, respectively, and a sudden pour of coldness poured down from her head, and the whole body flowed in the blink of an eye.

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

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

At the moment when the two were invisible, a monster sprang up from the roof behind them, and their blood-red eyes swept down the street below.

Unlike Neville, who was scared to cover his mouth for a moment, the old lady still did not stop, but continued to cast a silencer spell after casting the phantom spell.

Watching the monster float freely in the air, and glanced left and right over everything on this street, Neville felt that a layer of slippery cold sweat had oozed behind him.

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

Only at such a close distance can he feel the strange breath emanating from the monster-that is far more terrifying than the dementors who can **** the happiness of others!

Will I ... be found by it?

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