Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 84 Professor Ollivander's Nickname

"Good morning, Mr. Longbottom, I didn't expect you to be so early."

Hardy, who had just finished his breakfast, walked back from the direction of the auditorium.

Neville lowered his head with some embarrassment, "Professor, stop making fun of me, I know I was wrong."

He said: "I told my grandma what happened yesterday, and she sent a yelling letter this morning and scolded me severely."

Not far away, a little wizard from Gryffindor passed by outside the alchemy office, pointing at Neville and whispering to his companions.

"Look, it's the stupid Neville. The yelling letter from his grandma woke up several people in the dormitory this morning."

A little wizard, whose dormitory was next to Neville's, imitated the content of the howling letter.

"Oh, how could you do that stupid thing! Don't you know how dangerous that is? Ahem——"

The other party pinched his neck with both hands and coughed out of breath, "My God, who is going to pity me, an old man."

At the corner of the corridor, several people were laughing.

Neville clenched his fists angrily, turned around and shouted, "Enough! You guys! Don't make fun of my grandma!"

Seeing this scene, the little wizard who was good at imitating immediately said in a strange way: "Ha, look, our big fool is in a hurry, hahaha."

"But it doesn't matter, his memory is not very good." He tapped his temple with his finger, and the other party said with a smile: "After a while, he might forget about this."

Looking at the other people calling themselves "big muddlehead" and "big muddlehead", Neville trembled with anger, "Go away—all of you—"

He angrily pulled out the wand from the wizard's robe, and the other party immediately dispersed.

But it wasn't because he was afraid of Neville, but Hardy turned to look at them and frowned.

As the most popular professor in Hogwarts at present, no little wizard wants to be punished at the hands of the other party.

That would be disgusted by other little wizards, especially those little witches who praised Professor Ollivander like Vanessa.

The thought of being surrounded by domineering girls gives even the naughtiest boy at Hogwarts a headache.

"Mr. Longbottom," Hardy patted Neville on the shoulder, "don't pay attention to them, there are always people you don't like in this world, you have to learn to forget them."

He looked at each other. "If you don't mind, I want to know how the nickname 'Big Muddy' came from, and maybe I can do something about it."

In order to appease the other party's emotions, Hardy took the initiative to mention his nickname during school.

"Mr. Longbottom, when I was in school, I couldn't get rid of various nicknames, such as 'curse genius' or something."

Hardy said: "I was disgusted by it because I believed in my hard work in Charms more than my talent."

Not noticing Neville's complicated expression, Hardy continued to give examples, "Also, some little witches like to call me 'Mr. Smile' because they think my smile is very touching."

Mentioning this, Hardy shook his head annoyedly, "You may not know how much effort I have spent trying to get rid of those girls who handed me notes in the library."

"Ah, I remembered. There is another nickname I hate the most. It was given to me by Professor Snape."

Hardy blinked, "Just because I always propose more concise and efficient production methods in Potions class, guess what he called me?"

"A self-righteous opportunist! This is really wronging me."

After talking about the three examples in one breath, Hardy spoke softly and comforted: "So, Mr. Longbottom, everyone will experience some similar things. We must learn to accept it and then change it."

Although Neville knew that Professor Ollivander was seriously trying to comfort himself, why did he feel that he was getting more and more blocked...

Sure enough, lucky people are all alike, and unlucky people are unhappy in their own way.

"Ugh--"

Neville, like a frosted eggplant, let out a long sigh, "Thank you, Professor."

Nodding, Hardy said, "It's nothing, Mr. Longbottom. I'm glad that my own experience can help you."

Neville: "..."

"Professor Ollivander, your personal experience is really useless to me, you are hurting me a second time!" Neville shouted silently in his heart.

Glancing at the owl clock in the office, Hardy put on the suitcase he had prepared and said, "Come with me, Mr. Longbottom, your confinement will not be carried out here."

Hardy carried the suitcase and walked briskly to the basement classroom.

All the way down the ancient stone steps, Hardy led Neville into the darkness gradually.

"Professor, where are we going?" Seeing no light ahead, Neville shivered all over.

He never knew that there were so many dark underground classrooms in the underground of Hogwarts.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Longbottom, we are not going to the lair of those eight-eyed spiders."

Hardy raised his wand and called out softly, "Luminescence."

The blue-white light immediately dispelled the darkness around the two, "This place is not as scary as you imagined."

Hardy pointed with his wand at the empty, damp stone wall not far away.

"See? There's a stone door hidden there, leading to the Slytherin common room."

Neville pursed his lips nervously and slightly disgusted, "If I had to go through such a place every day when I went back to the dormitory to rest, I would definitely have nightmares every day."

At this moment, the stone door on the stone wall was suddenly opened from the inside.

A pale, pointed-jawed little wizard with light blond hair and gray eyes stepped out of it. It was Draco Malfoy.

Just as the stone door was opened, Neville stretched his neck and looked inside curiously. He never knew what the Slytherin common room looked like.

The Slytherin common room is a long, narrow, low basement.

The walls and ceiling inside are made of rough stones and are in a regular circle.

Green lights hung from the ceiling on chains.

Under a beautifully carved mantelpiece, a pile of flames was crackling, reflecting a few young Slytherin wizards sitting around, and they were talking about something.

"Hey! What stupid fellow, standing at the door of the common room, thinks he is a door?"

Malfoy, who almost collided with Neville, quickly took a few steps back. When he saw Neville clearly, he was obviously surprised.

"Oh, Longbottom, it's you 'big muddlehead', have you forgotten your way back to the Gryffindor common room?"

He straightened his crumpled wizard robe, and soon saw Hardy behind Neville, "Professor Ollivander, you... hello."

Malfoy greeted Hardy hesitantly.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy, I have something to do with taking Mr. Longbottom to the dungeon."

Hardy glanced at the thick dark circles on Malfoy's face. He looked like he hadn't had a good rest for three days and three nights.

Before that, his father, Lucius Malfoy, had a heated argument in Dumbledore's office because of Draco's suspected narcolepsy.

He even planned to unite several school managers to try to drive each other out of Hogwarts.

But under the mediation of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, Lucius' plan fell through.

At the same time, Dumbledore promised to let Madam Pomfrey conduct a systematic and comprehensive inspection for Draco.

(End of this chapter)