Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Boom!"

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, watching her grandma close the doors, windows, and even the transoms for air circulation, leaving no gaps.

To be honest, he doesn't think this can 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 was wearing the dark green robe she was 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 wear it 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 dare not disobey, 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 seem a little unreasonable.

Of course, Neville has always respected her very much...Well, it's 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 wave her wand, close all doors and windows and lock them, doing something that made Neville feel "a waste of effort".

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

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

After 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 and didn't look out to observe 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 used to it.

Neville, who is now tall and mammoth, shrank into a small chair, holding his pet Toad Raffles in his hands.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 stretching his hands and feet, he would push something even when he moved his elbow.

But he still 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 but feel distressed when he thought of this.

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

Whether it's group training, group training, or his personal extra 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, the frequent practice eventually brought him a level of spellcasting 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?

In this way, Neville felt that the more he thought about it, the more he felt bored, and finally couldn't help but stood up abruptly.

"grandmother……"

"Shut up! Sit quietly!"

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

"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 help others! When we just cringe at home like this, many people must be being killed...Among them are my younger brothers and sisters!"

The old lady heard the words, but did not show the comfort that Neville had imagined, but walked over with her lips pursed and twisted his ears.

"I said, sit quietly!"

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

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

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 grandma doesn't seem to buy it.

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

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

Therefore, 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, he was quickly killed by the monsters.

Valuable courage is not courage, it is just the self-consolation of soft guys.

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

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

"Because we can't do anything!" The old lady reprimanded 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, they are very convincing.

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

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

However, when the fragments were all piercing in front of 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 had fallen on the floor of Patta Patta, Neville was too surprised to see a hooded head stuck into the door from his grandma's side.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time that the head stretched 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 him to the front room.

Neville staggered all the way, bent over and ran with his grandmother.As he ran, he was wondering if it was because he was speaking too loudly that he was attracted to the monster.

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

"Click."

Even if the monster behind would catch up at any time, the old lady's movement of opening the front door remained as quiet 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 on her and Neville's heads respectively, and a chill immediately 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, ordinary wizards can't use it at will.

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

At the moment when the two of them had completed their invisibility, a monster suddenly sprang up from the roof behind them, and his blood-red eyes swept straight down the street.

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 Curse after casting the Phantom Curse.

Seeing the monster drifting freely in the air, scanning everything on the street from side to side, Neville felt that a layer of cold sweat was oozing from behind him.

What did you say just now?Going out to fight?

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

Will I... be discovered by it?

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