Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 203 Neville Longbottom

Second grade was not as fun as first grade, this was Neville Longbottom's true opinion.

He has very clear and specific reasons and knows what's wrong, but he can't change it.

"Damn Gilderoy Lockhart, you're a piece of shit compared to Professor Quirrell."

If anyone had heard Neville utter such vicious expletives in the corner of the library, that person would have been very surprised.

Mr. Neville Longbottom was known to be a shy, shy, and somewhat incompetent kid.

The highlight of his life—yes, his whole life—was when he beat up Hermione, Harry, and Ron in his first-year Dark Defense practice class.

In addition, the students have confirmed that he can no longer have a more brilliant performance.

With the arrival of the second grade, everyone's magic became more and more proficient, and the possibility of winning by fists became smaller and smaller.

As for the long sword brought to school by Neville under the encouragement of Professor Inquillo, under Professor Lockhart's wild ridicule, he no longer dared to take it out.

Every time the long sword appeared, the classmates would point at him, laughing and uttering that vicious mocking line of Professor Lockhart: "clown."

Yes, this is his new nickname at Hogwarts. Besides, there are countless other nicknames such as Fat Man, Foodie, Oblivion Curse Patient and so on.

In short, he was not happy here, especially after the happy experience last year, this gap made him even more withdrawn.

"You need to get out of the slump, Neville, be brave."

Hermione would comfort him like this sometimes, although it sounds good, but a smart person will never understand a fool, she can't speak her heart, Neville knows.

But this didn't stop Neville from being grateful to her, it's just that he was more grateful to Professor Quirrell.

He believed that there was light in Professor Quirrell's eyes.

When he was watched by Professor Quirrell, he was full of strength.

It's hard to say why, if he has to give a reason, he thinks it is necessary.

Yes, it was weird, but he could sense that the professor wanted him so badly.

Eyes don't lie, and neither does a wizard's instincts.

"Why didn't he write me back?"

Neville pouted, muttering in dissatisfaction, and then pulled out a book from the bookshelf in this corner - [Sword Slashing Assault Method].

Yes, the bookshelf in this corner is full of books on swordsmanship, and few people visit it.

Perhaps, since they were put here, only Neville has seen them.

"I don't know what Malfoy is going to do again."

"Whatever he's up to, as long as we don't support it, Hufflepuffs will never make friends with Slytherins."

"That's right, I heard Senior Ron from Gryffindor say that Slytherins are all bad guys."

A group of people chatted and walked over from far to near. When they approached, they were startled by Neville standing in the corner.

"Joker, what are you doing here?"

One of the older ones asked, but before Neville could say anything, the man kicked a book on the ground towards him, "You dropped your book, Oblivion Curse sufferer."

"Hahaha……"

A few people ran away laughing, Neville heard Mrs. Pince scolding, obviously she didn't like this group of idiots.

Neville didn't like them either. If Professor Quirrell was still around, he would have encouraged himself to chop a few of them with his long sword.

Unfortunately, Lockhart will only call him the clown.

While thinking wildly, Neville squatted down to pick up the books that had been kicked to his feet.

"This book is really thick."

He knelt down to pick up the book, and found that it was not a book, but a diary.

"Who would buy such a thick diary?"

Neville flicked around for a while, only to find that the top was empty.

Holding the diary in his arms, and taking the [Sword Slashing Assault] that he had found earlier, Neville walked towards Mrs. Pince.

From a distance, he saw several Badger Academy students who laughed at him, being taught by Mrs. Pince.

"We just remind the patient of the Oblivion Curse to pick up his diary."

As the older student was speaking, he happened to see Neville. He pointed at Neville and said, "Did I remind you?"

Neville was taken aback by his question.

"Is that so, Neville?" Mrs. Pince also looked at him and asked.

Neville opened his mouth, he was going to say that this diary was not his, but those people were staring at him with threatening eyes, which made him a little scared.

"Yes, ma'am."

Oddly enough, he gave such an answer.

"Stop making noise, you guys."

Mrs. Pince said something to those people in dissatisfaction, and then let them leave.

"What are you doing, Neville?"

"Borrow a book, this [Sword Slashing Assault Method]."

Neville said hastily, and handed the book to Mrs. Pince.

"It's the first time I've seen someone borrow this book, Neville, don't break it," said Mrs. Pince.

"Yes."

Neville nodded vigorously, and raised the diary in his hand again, but he didn't say anything after all. He took the book handed over by Mrs. Pince, turned and left the library.

On the way back to the Gryffindor lounge, he saw from a distance that the students before him were joking with him, but he didn't say anything, just walked silently to the Gryffindor lounge.

He was always the dumbest one, and Neville had long accepted that.

In fact, all this did not start with Hogwarts.

At home, grandma suspected him countless times that he was a squib, and his uncle threw him from upstairs because of this.

That would have awakened his magical talent, but really, Neville didn't want to go through it a second time.

"Crack."

Pushing the door open and entering the bedroom, Neville happened to see Ron with his back turned to him, holding up his sword.

"It's sure it can cut the dagger, I'm sure it can."

Ron said this to their common roommate Dean Thomas, raising the chopping sword and slashing down.

"No, Ron."

Neville shouted loudly, and quickly ran over to snatch the Zhanjian, "Ron, who can curl the blade, don't touch my things."

"I'm just playing with it, Oblivion Curse sufferer." Ron said, turning his head to Andy and laughing.

Andy made a few perfunctory remarks, felt bored and left.

Neville gave Ron a dissatisfied look, but said nothing.

He had beaten a lot of people in the Dark Defense practice class last year, and Ron was one of them.

The two became feuds and have not yet reconciled.

But the rest of the Weasley family had a good relationship with him, especially the twins.

They were very pleased with themselves for beating Ron up.

"Shh."

Skillfully putting the chopping sword back into its scabbard, Neville returned to his desk.

"Boom."

The diary was placed on the table with a muffled sound—it was too heavy.

"Hey, Neville, don't make a sound." Ron said defiantly, beside his bed.

He thought Neville was trying to be awkward, but it wasn't.

"understood."

Neville mumbled a reply, picked up [Sword Slashing Assault] and looked at it.

The dormitory returned to silence, and everyone was doing what they liked, indifferent to other people's affairs.

This was an ordinary day in the life of Neville Longbottom's second year.

　Thanks to Qin Bai Chixue for the reward, and added more~~~By the way, I would like to ask for a little recommendation ticket, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)