days at Hogwarts

During the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three unforgivable curses.

The classroom was quiet, no one spoke, until the bell rang. As soon as the students walked out of the classroom, all kinds of comments poured out like a flood that burst a dam.

"Did you see the way the spider twitched?"

"He killed the spider in one go, easier than drinking water!"

"..."

The stained glass windows on the corridor wall shed various soft lights. Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron went down the spiral staircase while discussing the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson of the fourth year that had just ended.

"This new professor is great!" Ron said excitedly. "Although he is always crazy and very scary to be in the same room with him, he has really been through those things. You know, he has faced evil. "

Harry's expression was a little stiff, and the way they talked about this lesson sounded like he was watching a wonderful comic show, and he didn't find it very interesting - especially the Kedavre.

"There's a reason why these spells are called Unforgivable Curses!" Hermione looked indignant, with her fur blowing up like a little lion. "They actually demonstrated it in the classroom. It's just... did you see Neville's expression?"

"Shh..." Loren pressed his finger on Hermione's lips and motioned them to look into the corridor ahead, "Neville is right there."

Neville stood alone in the middle of the corridor, staring at the pattern on the stained glass window with a dazed expression. It was a witch holding a skull staff and wearing silk, with a compassionate face, as if she was about to shed tears at any time.

"Neville?" Hermione called softly.

Before Neville could answer, there was suddenly a strange thumping sound of footsteps behind them, and Moody was limping towards them.

"Are you okay, kid?" His voice was still rough, but much lower and softer than in class, "Come, come to my office, we can have a cup of tea together... Come on, Longbottom, I'm here There are a few books you might be interested in.”

Neville was a little panicked, but he couldn't say no, so he had to let Moody put a rough hand on his shoulder and lead him away.

"What does this mean?" Harry wondered.

"I don't know." Hermione kept watching them turn the corner and looked at Loren worriedly.

Loren held her cold hand, shook his head, and said softly:

"Don't worry, this is school, it's okay."

……

"Longbottom, Neville Longbottom... don't be nervous, sit down."

In the dim Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Moody limped slowly, lit a candle with some staggering, motioned for Neville to sit down in front of the desk, and poured him a cup of cold tea.

"Frank and Alice are your parents, right?"

Neville was stunned for a moment, then remembered that the person in front of him was a famous former Auror. He felt a little more at ease and nodded cautiously.

Moody snorted with a complicated expression: "When the mysterious man fell, there was a mess everywhere. Albus and I were busy cleaning up those guys and didn't take care of your parents. We have received the news from Augusta National It's too late. When we arrived, your parents were already tortured to a terrible state..."

"Even if they all say that I am old and confused now, I still remember that scene. Frank and Alice were covered in blood and couldn't speak a complete word... Even so, they still held hands."

Moody's eyes shone with a strange light, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face: "It's such a touching love. Their brains were tortured at that time, and they obviously didn't recognize each other."

Neville turned pale, looked directly at Moody, without blinking, and corrected forcefully: "They will never forget each other!"

He didn't know why, but Professor Moody's words made him very uncomfortable. They all sound like normal words, and even have the meaning of comfort, but they feel harsh, as if the speaker has some kind of malicious intent.

"Oh, maybe yes, I'm sorry I haven't experienced that kind of emotion..." Moody laughed gruffly, "But it's all over now. The good news that they have recovered from the hospital and returned to the Ministry has made some old Auror guys It nearly broke through Old Tom’s, although the Leaky Cauldron was pretty run-down.”

The awkwardness in Neville's heart finally dissipated, and he nodded slightly.

"Just think of it as an old guy with little curiosity left..." Moody looked at Neville with his normal eye, and his blue magic eye kept turning, "I want to ask your parents how they were cured. Yeah, those mediocre guys at St. Mungo’s don’t have that ability.”

"Yes--"

Neville, who was about to answer, felt something in his heart and prolonged his tone, pretending to be slurring his words.

Not many people know that Loren helped treat his parents, but Principal Dumbledore was involved in the whole process. As a friend of Principal Dumbledore, Professor Moody didn't know about it. This means that the principal kept it a secret from Professor Moody... Then he also should be kept confidential.

Neville's voice changed: "Yes... Principal Dumbledore found someone to cure him."

"Of course I know it was Deng... Albus found someone to cure him." Moody waved his hand a little irritably. He wanted to continue asking but stopped in time. After a pause, he smiled and said, "It seems you don't know. Right? That's right, I can ask Albus about it."

Neville pretended to be dumb and nodded.

"Hey, be smart and look like Longbottom!" Moody suddenly shouted, and the blue magic eye turned back to stare at Neville: "Minerva and Filius praised your transformation, you are a good person. Boy, better than your father."

Neville unconsciously spread his shoulders and straightened his back.

"Have you ever thought about avenging your parents?"

"..."

Moody waved his hand, as if he disliked his coy look: "Do you know what enemies you have?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Neville said softly.

"That's right!" Moody grinned, a slightly nervous smile, "That crazy woman is one, but there is another person who also participated in torturing your parents throughout the whole process, Barty Crouch Jr., remember his name!"

Of course Neville had heard of this name, and asked in a low voice with some confusion: "Hasn't he been tried and imprisoned in Azkaban? My father said that he died in Azkaban."

"Anyway, just remember him..."

Moody's magic eye turned back to stare at Neville: "I know my class is not up to standard. Is the little guy frightened?"

He opened the drawer and pulled out a thick book, "Just for Alice's sake, you will like this."

Neville used the weak candlelight to read the words on the cover of the book clearly, and read out in a low voice: "Mediterranean magical aquatic plants and their characteristics?"

"Pomona said you did a good job in herbal medicine class, and you also like to take care of those plants." Moody's grin widened.

I don't know if it was an illusion due to the dim lighting, but Neville felt that his mouth was slightly crooked.

"Okay, let's go back..." Moody said very abruptly, leaning back into the dark shadows, and said in a hoarse voice, "In the future, my classes will be even more extraordinary, show some energy, Long Patton!”