Chapter 662

( ) A magical firework show scattered in all directions, the radiance flashed on and off in an instant, and the vitality and youth of the young people bloomed in the Gryffindor common room. And when the last beam of radiance like a swimming dragon galloped out of the door opening, many people, including those portraits in the corridor on the eighth floor, firmly engraved that colorful picture in their hearts.

In fact, at the end of the last school year, many students were wondering why Fred and George, who were always making trouble, stayed honest until the last moment after the exam.

Now they know that the Weasley twin brothers who were the instigators, even though they have successfully graduated and left Hogwarts, can still leave their last glory and anger here.

Of course, Fred and George have already graduated, and even Dumbledore's resurrection can't control them. However, those two naughty ghosts can't be dealt with anymore, but there is still Ron, the initiator of trouble, there?

Right now, Neville had already returned to the dormitory, but he looked at the rather empty room with a somewhat confused look on his face.

In this dormitory, Ron, Harry, Dean, and Seamus were all arrested by the professor for questioning. The unexpected commotion might bring them an impressive punishment.

Coincidentally, Neville Longbottom has nothing to do with him. This is all because the portrait opposite the Fat Lady proves it for him with a casual remark. He never even entered the doorway of the common room. .

Neville, who was still in the dark about tonight's accident until now, stood in the dormitory where he was the only one, scratching his head blankly.

Fortunately, an honest person like him with a relatively simple mind would not think too much about it. Since he was not taken away by the professor, it was a good thing, at least he could avoid punishment. As for Harry and Ron...he wasn't very worried, after all, Hogwarts didn't have any serious punishments now.

However, a person is always a little deserted in the dormitory. On weekdays, Gryffindor's dormitory is often very lively, but now, once it quiets down, even Neville, who has always been dull and reticent, feels somewhat uncomfortable.

After hastily tidying up the parchment, pen and ink for homework, he looked around the room for a week, but put down his schoolbag and ran to open the window.

"Uh...what am I going to open the window all of a sudden?" Neville himself was a little puzzled, but he seemed to think that he should do this, "Well, forget it, never mind!"

While feeling the breeze outside the window, he let go of the handle on the window, then ran back to pick up his schoolbag, ready to go to the common room to finish his homework.

For some reason tonight, he felt that he was in a very good state, and he probably could finish the homework for a while, right?

But when he passed by Ron's bed and walked towards the door, he caught a glimpse of the package on the desk out of the corner of his eye. He remembered that Ron seemed to have said that it probably contained sweets from Lavender, and if anyone wanted to eat, they could get it themselves.

That's right, Neville has been fond of sweet things since he was a child. It's just that the family conditions do not allow it, and he has a particularly strict grandmother, so he is always greedy but rarely able to eat to his heart's content.

"Hmm...if it's really candy or something..." He couldn't help but look at the package and muttered, "Looks like a lot... just one... no, two! Just take two !"

In the dormitory, it is not surprising that most of the snacks are shared with everyone. Especially the little local tyrant Harry, although he is not very diligent in shopping, but every year when school starts, he will bring a lot of snacks for everyone to eat together. Although Ron and Neville were not wealthy, they occasionally used the copper knuts they had saved to add to this shared friendship.

After making up his mind to take only two, Neville turned around with his schoolbag in his hand, and walked over to the desk beside him.

He casually tossed the schoolbag to his feet again, and with the sound of unpacking, a heart-shaped tin box of chocolates was revealed inside. The meaning expressed by this red heart-shaped iron box is too obvious, even Neville, who is relatively dull about it, quickly understood the meaning in it.

"Chocolate again?" he said. "Still...isn't that good?"

Neville glanced at the parchment used for the parcel. The name "Lavender Brown" was a little blurry in the unlit bedroom, but it was still recognizable through the moonlight outside the window.

"No, it's just chocolate..." He thought for a while with a face of embarrassment, and then shook his head, "Well, just one, Harry seems to have fruit jelly there."

From two chocolates to one, the awkward feeling in Neville's heart was reduced by half, and it really felt much more comfortable now. He didn't think much about it this time, and raised his hand to open the lid of the box of chocolates, but at that moment, he felt inexplicably empty.

This was a kind of anxiety for no reason, as if something was wrong, which made Neville immediately stop what he was doing. And in the next second, he turned around full of doubts, and took a small step so habitually...

No, in fact, he only took half a step, when he stumbled over the schoolbag he threw at his feet.

With a stagger, Neville hurriedly shook his hands again and again, trying to readjust the center of gravity of standing. Immediately afterwards, he managed to pull out the foot blocked by the schoolbag, barely allowing himself to stand firmly again. But then he was astonished to find that the heart-shaped chocolate tin box drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and flew perfectly out of the window.

Neville looked at the open window, then looked down at his hands, and was dumbfounded for a moment. A major event that alarmed the professors had happened tonight. At this time, he didn't have the guts to pick it up.

...

Let's move forward a little bit, just when Neville just walked into the dormitory, something... well, not too big things were going on behind Hagrid's hunting cabin.

"...Hagrid...Professor Hagrid, here they are."

It was Filch who spoke, and from his tone, it was obvious that he was not very willing to call Hagrid "Professor" until now. Because in his heart, a student like Hagrid who was expelled back then should have a status similar to that of a Squib janitor.

"Got it, you can go back."

Hagrid had the same dislike for Filch, who was always rude to students. After waving his hands casually, he picked up the lantern in his hand and shone behind Filch.

"I received a message from Professor McGonagall, but... you alone?"

When Hagrid asked suspiciously, the light of the lantern extended to not far behind Filch, but there was only one person standing there, and that was the unlucky Ron.

"Oh... yes," Ron said helplessly, "Hagrid, good evening... As you can see, it's just me."

"What about Harry and the others? Didn't they get punished?" Hagrid continued.

"Harry and the others—"

Ron shrugged, and was about to give Hagrid a detailed explanation, but was interrupted by Filch who hadn't left yet.

"Ron Weasley," Filch said loudly in his hoarse and mean voice, "Professor McGonagall didn't ask me to bring you here to chat - you should go and get punished!"

"Filch!" Hagrid glared at him angrily, "how and when to punish is my business, you should go back to the castle!"

Hearing this, Filch took a look at Hagrid's hulking body, and his arms and legs thicker than his own waist, before turning his mouth and muttering back. Soon, Ron's voice sounded from behind, as if explaining to Hagrid what he had experienced in the principal's office.

"The brats who are always restless, and the big fool who protects them!"

Filch muttered indignantly, and the dangling lantern cast his shadow for a long time, swaying endlessly on the grass in the vestibule.

However, just as he was planning to patrol the castle and try his luck to see if he could catch a few more students who sneaked out for a night tour by chance, a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky and landed on the ground with a bang. on the lawn below Gryffindor Tower.

The tranquility of the night made this landing sound extraordinarily clear. Even though the Gryffindor tower was still some distance away from Filch, he could still hear it clearly.

"What the hell?"

Filch first looked in the direction where the sound came from, and when the cat named "Mrs. Norris" jumped off his shoulder, the man and the cat immediately ran over there.

The moonlight was still bright tonight, and Mrs. Norris was there to guide him. It didn't take long for him to find something that had fallen on the ground.

It seemed to be an iron box that had been smashed and deformed. It obviously fell from the tower, and the contents inside were also scattered all over the floor. Filch picked up one of them and looked at it under the moonlight, and put it up to his nose to smell it, a faint fragrance immediately penetrated into his nostrils.

It was undoubtedly an alluring smell, and Filch stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing without hesitation, without even the slightest hesitation.

"Um... chocolate?" Filch chewed with his jagged yellow teeth, showing a look of great enjoyment, "Which little bastard threw it down? Huh... throw it out of the window." Stuff... tastes good..."

So not long after, a hunched figure happily picked up the chocolates under the moonlight, put them all in his pocket, and then slowly returned to the castle to patrol with the broken heart-shaped iron box up.

That night, Filch the Gatekeeper's mouth was filled with the rich aroma of chocolate.