Chapter 932 ?
"Shut up, you big fat bird! Professor Harris is ashamed to say that he was killed by you!" Neville's yelling voice attracted the attention of many people, and some passionate responses immediately erupted from the crowd.
Algie heard Neville's voice, and seeing that the discussion was interrupted, he angrily shouted: "Neville! What nonsense are you talking about here! Go back to your dormitory area, your grandma and I will never allow you to study anything Necromancy, it's too dangerous, it's not something we Longbottom should touch."
Seeing Neville's timid look because of his uncle's scolding, Alan narrowed his eyes, "Mr. Algie Longbottom, I have to say, let's not mention my ancient magic class. Apart from herbal medicine class, Neville can Aside from an O, only Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts can get an E, and most of the other courses are terrible, especially Potions."
Hearing Alan's words, Neville lowered his head sadly, and Fleger beside him held his arm worriedly, and Pomona Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff who had always encouraged Neville, disagreed. looked at Allen, but didn't speak.
Alji turned his head to Alan: "How can our children not be judged by you!"
"You misunderstood, did I want to say that you didn't find the problem?" Allen's words made Neville's head rise, and Algie's brows on the opposite side were frowned. He couldn't figure out what Allen wanted to express .
"Recently, I found that Neville is not the best at practicing the difficult spells of the Lightning series, but he is actually a little faster than many students..." Alan walked up to Neville and patted him gently. He patted Neville on the shoulder, "So as your professor, I have some speculations."
Before Neville could understand what Allen was saying, he felt his scalp tighten. He grinned and couldn't help covering his head with his hands.
"Next, I will conduct a divination immediately, Neville, don't try to resist when you feel the feeling of being spied on, let us find out the truth about your current situation." With the hair that had been pulled out, the staff he was holding was suspended out of thin air. Allen brushed the crystal ball at the bottom of the staff with both hands. After burning, Neville's hair turned into black mist and penetrated into the crystal ball. The black and white mist inside the entire crystal ball is intertwined, dense and undulating.
"Aren't we discussing ancient magic lessons?" Paul Greengrass snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "Don't you have any objections, Dumbledore?"
"If this can help Mr. Longbottom, I don't think it's a problem." Dumbledore still stayed aside calmly. He still doesn't know Alan's backhand, but he thinks it's just these things. Let Alan try to speak out as much as possible.
The wand hovering in mid-air suddenly fell back into Alan's hands. He didn't have time to pay attention to these verbal lawsuits on the field, and continued to cast spells, using another difficult prophecy magic to look back at the vision - in Alan in 1066 When he was young, he used this magic to explore the past and helped Muggle Tophey find his wife Judith who was captured by the Normans.
With Neville's non-resistance, Alan cast a spell and soon saw with his own eyes more detailed things that happened at the time node just calculated by divination. Those pictures and language were all detected by Alan.
After the scouting was over, Allen put his staff on the ground, then took out a water pipe in the shape of a raven's skull from his pocket, snapped his fingers to make the skull glow, and then took a sharp puff on the other end of the pipe hose. Then slowly exhaled a large cloud of smoke.
The cloud of smoke twisted and spiraled upwards, and the smoke spread into the air above Allen's head and spread.
In such a large hazy cloud of smoke, the scenes of Neville's childhood that Alan had just detected with visual retrospective magic were displayed in the sky one by one.
Everyone stopped talking and looked up at the scene in the smoke.
"What do you want to do? What is the relationship between what you are going to do now and what our school board is going to discuss today?" Alger, who noticed the content, quickly raised his wand, trying to disperse the cloud of smoke, but Alan couldn't help it. Glancing at the tip of his wand, Algie felt that the magic power gathered by the wand in his hand was dissipated and became invisible.
Hermione deliberately shouted loudly from the side: "Mr. Longbottom, don't you yourself wonder about Neville's problems in this regard?"
"Miss Granger, this is a board meeting. No matter what status you have in the magical world, it is not your time to participate. I think this kind of meaningless thing should stop." Longbottom was a little terrified, and he glared at Hermione: "And if this pipe is added with some special drugs, it can easily lure the viewers. The first Dark Lord did this."
"Headmaster Dumbledore and so many professors are here, I don't think anyone would dare to fight in front of them." Allen said frankly, "But I'm sorry, Mr. Algie Longbottom, Mr. Neville Longbottom, next What I'm showing you may not be so interesting to the two of you..."
In the smoke above them, Algie Longbottom hangs eight-year-old Neville ankle-up from an upstairs window. His wife, Anne, hands him a piece of meringue. He fell down, but Neville himself showed his magic power and bounced himself up, flew across the garden, and fell onto the road—this also proved that Neville was not a squib, he was a magician, which made Al Ji didn't care about picking up Neville, but held the cake in front of the window and smiled from ear to ear.
During the change of smoke, a smaller Neville appeared high in the sky. On the pier of the Black Lake, Neville was inattentive, and Algie pushed him off the pier of the Black Lake. Algie let Neville struggle in the lake and nearly drowned.
The wizards onlookers below were very surprised to see such pictures continuously, and many pure bloods knew that this was a common method used by ancient pure blood families to stimulate the magic power of offspring or to get rid of squibs, so it was close to accident The way to ensure that there will be no squibs in the family that will shame the family-but now in the wizarding world, almost no pure-blood family will use this method to persecute their offspring, and the more common method is to send them to Ma. The melon world no longer has much to do.
If it weren't for the picture shown in the sky now, even wizards like Paul Greengrass would never have imagined that some members of the Longbottom family, which has always shown an image of integrity and loyalty, would continue this bad habit—because of the seriousness of their daughter's illness. The reason is that Paul Greengrass dotes on his daughter more than ordinary wizarding families.
Neville stared blankly at these images that he had almost left behind. Before he was young, he hadn't thought about these issues. Now these memories, which he himself regarded as accidents, appeared to him in such a more intuitive way. In front of him, no matter how dull he is, he is close to an adult and realizes that something is wrong—no wonder Uncle Algee always attacks him when his grandma is away, and every time he encounters an accident, grandma will teach him a lesson Take extra care of yourself after the meal.
Ben Burst's chubby face and eyes have been narrowed into lines, looking at Algie sideways, with disdain in his contempt. Although his family's reputation is not as good as that of the Longbottom family, the Burst family has not cleared the family. Squibs are such a bad habit that has no regard for family affection.
Allen took the time to ask, "Mr. Longbottom, is Ancient Magic class more dangerous to Neville or your behavior is more dangerous?"
"These are all my own actions. Neville, don't blame your grandma and aunt. You should remember that they all object to me doing this, so I can only try to get rid of them or do something while they are away. Try..." Algie took a few steps forward, putting himself in a more visible position, he straightened his coat so that every word he said could be clearly heard by other wizards, "But I don't regret it , Neville's parents, Frank and Alice, were captured by Death Eaters because they fought against the mysterious man. Unfortunately, they were tortured by the Death Eaters with the Cruciatus Curse. They are all very good Aurors, and Neville's only descendants. As Neville's uncle, there is no way I would allow my brother Frank's child to be a discriminated Squib!"
"Algie, I don't agree with what you have done to your nephew." Amelia Bones supported the monocle she was wearing, and said in a loud and deep voice: "But, Harris Professor, what is the relationship between these matters in the Longbottom family and what we, the school directors, gathered here today to discuss?"