I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 215 Isolated Neville and threats

"Longbottom, I hope you don't lower your head during class."

In Transfiguration class, Neville was criticized by Professor McGonagall.

They were learning how to transform across species. Neville didn't know what to think. After being called upon, he just buried his head lower.

Hermione couldn't bear it and whispered: "Professor, Neville has been in a bad mood recently."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Hermione and said seriously: "Granger, being in a bad mood is no reason to turn a guinea fowl into a wooden mouse in class."

She was as stern as ever, keeping the students in high spirits.

However, Professor McGonagall was a soft-hearted person after all. She criticized Harry and Ron, who were competing with each other with fake wands in swordsmanship.

He cleared his throat and said before get out of class ended: "I have a few words to say to all of you."

"The Yule Ball is coming soon. This is a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests."

"The dance is only open to students in fourth grade and above, but you can invite a junior if you wish."

Professor McGonagall said, and Gryffindor Lavender Brown let out a harsh giggle.

Parvati hurriedly poked her to indicate that Professor McGonagall was still up there.

In fact, Parvati herself was trying her best not to laugh.

A face appeared in their minds at the same time.

"Put on your formal robes," Professor McGonagall continued, pretending not to see the movements of the two little girls: "The dance will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve and will end at twelve midnight."

Hermione didn't know what to think and was in a daze.

"Look, the Yule Ball will definitely give us a chance to, um, let our hair down and relax."

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, Harry's eyes fell on her hair that was always pulled into a bun on the back of her head.

It seemed that for Professor McGonagall, letting her hair down was quite impudent.

"That does not mean that we will relax our behavioral requirements for Hogwarts students." Professor McGonagall glanced at the students with a stern look. "If a Gryffindor student embarrasses the school in any way, I will It will be very sad.”

Professor McGonagall tried to be as subtle and euphemistic as possible. As children from Western families, students are also relatively precocious.

Especially girls, when they are still studying hard for exams, they are already discussing which boy is more attractive.

They thought of the muscular male students at Durmstrang and the gentle and polite Beauxbatons boys.

The boys are a little slower here, but they are also discussing which girl is more beautiful.

Harry is left behind by Professor McGonagall.

Hermione saw Neville, who was exuding a low aura, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Neville, are you okay?" She looked at Neville worriedly.

Neville forced a smile and said, "Hermione, I'm fine."

"Really?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "Did something happen? I saw you and Malfoy the day before yesterday..."

Malfoy had bullied Neville before, but after Neville joined the Stars Club, the two never had any quarrels.

But the day before yesterday, she saw Neville snatching away the armor's sword and angrily chasing Malfoy.

"Maybe I did something wrong." Neville was confused. He didn't know what was wrong. He asked other people, but all he got was indifference and ridicule.

He couldn't stand it.

He was originally a timid person and was bullied by Malfoy in first grade.

After joining the Star Club, he and Malfoy settled their differences and found confidence with John's help.

He really likes Qunxing Club, but now, everyone is indifferent towards him.

This almost drove Neville crazy.

He could have endured the darkness, but the warm sunshine made him feel attached to it.

Hermione wanted to comfort Neville, but Neville lowered his head and turned away.

He accidentally bumped into the armor, and heard him being called a pig with no eyes.

…

"Yule ball?"

John also knew about the dance.

But when it came out of Snape's mouth, it was like he was talking about how to cut up disgusting slugs and put them into a crucible.

Apparently, my dean is a man who has been single for more than thirty years.

Dunif didn't know why, but she sat a little far away from John today.

She was whispering there with her best friend Pansy, presumably discussing the ball.

Malfoy said teasingly: "John, who are you going to invite?"

"I'm not a warrior, so I don't necessarily have to find a dance partner."

John shook his head. He had no intention of dancing, mainly because he rarely danced.

If a large group of drunk men dancing around there could be counted, the last time he danced was at his grandfather's house when he was a child.

When Malfoy heard this, his smile turned stiff.

He looked vaguely in Pansy's direction, and Pansy made a gesture of wiping her neck.

Malfoy swallowed and forced himself to ask John, pretending to be unintentional: "But wouldn't it be a pity not to go up and dance for a tradition that has only started again after a century?"

"That makes sense." John rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. Just when Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, he said seriously, "You want to go up and dance?"

"Uh... no... okay, I'm going to go." Malfoy really wanted to deny it, but turned around and saw Daphne, who was talking to him and Pansy, already staring here.

He couldn't read Legilimency, but he could read a sentence from those eyes.

Do you want to die?

No, I don't want to!

Malfoy struggled wildly.

John was very surprised and said: "Who are you inviting?"

He felt that Malfoy would most likely invite Pansy.

"A-Astoria." Malfoy's voice became lower and lower.

"who?!"

John's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Shouldn't you invite Pansy?"

Perhaps because his surprise was too obvious, Malfoy felt even more guilty and said unnaturally: "Astoria Greengrass, why do I have to invite Pansy?"

"Aren't you childhood sweethearts?" John said matter-of-factly: "You were jealous of her in the second grade."

"No!" Malfoy was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. Seeing John's calm expression, he finally said in defeat: "Okay, I admit that I had a crush on her at first, but later I found out that she Just treat me as a tool!"

Malfoy said angrily: "She spends money lavishly and asks me to help her get things. When has this young master ever been wronged like this?"

"...I remember," John said thoughtfully after hearing his words, "Astoria is in the second grade now."

As he said that, John's eyes changed when he looked at Malfoy.

"No, I just thought she didn't have to participate, so..." Malfoy panicked. He clearly felt that John looked at him like a scumbag.

"Okay, no need to explain." John said sternly: "I'm not that unreasonable person. By the way, you'll be doing three more laps today."

Malfoy almost didn't kneel down. He had just doubled the amount the day before yesterday, so why did he add three more circles?

After being interrupted like this, Malfoy was not in the mood to continue asking who John had invited.

Looking up, he saw Neville standing there, his professional expression showing that he needed a beating.

Unfortunately, Neville wasn't here to find him.

Walking up to John, Neville looked at John, pursed his lips, and said, "John, I want to talk to you."

"What are you talking about? How much did you spend on medical expenses for your two parents who are lying in the hospital?" Malfoy knows how to attract hatred.

John saw Neville's fist hardening, he nodded, stood up and walked out indifferently.

Neville hurriedly followed behind, and Malfoy saw that this was no chance for him to continue taunting him, so he stayed in the auditorium.

When he turned around, he saw that he had been replaced by two girls in front of him.

He spoke with difficulty: "That..."

Daphne smiled gently: "You don't have to say it, I understand."

Malfoy was practicing in the afternoon, and he ran while holding his stomach.

Durian and mango scrambled eggs are so powerful.

…

Covered bridge.

John stopped and looked at Neville.

Neville thought about what he had experienced these days, and asked with a glimmer of hope in his heart: "John, did I do something wrong?"

"No." John shook his head.

When he raised his eyes again, his eyes were cold and mixed with disgust, which stung Neville's heart severely.

"It's just your stupidity that is incompatible with the Star Society. I've had enough."

Neville's face turned pale. John came closer, with danger flashing in his eyes, and whispered: "You'd better leave wisely and disappear from this school. You know, Neville, I know your weaknesses."

The threatening tone made Neville unbelievable. He gasped for air and sweat continued to fall from his forehead.

An expression of disgust flashed across John's face again, and he said disgustedly: "Your parents, I really don't know why you believe any lie. Do you really think I will save them?"

Neville looked up sharply and stared at John.

John chuckled lightly, leaned over and said coldly: "I just lied to you, but if you make me unhappy, I don't mind letting your parents disappear. I know they are Aurors, but there are also Death Eaters. Is not it?"

"no, you can not!"

"I can!" John said indifferently: "You know nothing about me, Neville, I have never been a good person, you should know that."

Neville seemed to have been drained of strength, and he grabbed the railing hard to prevent himself from falling.

John walked past him and left without looking back.

I don't know how long it took, but a dangerous darkness appeared in Neville's eyes.

He cannot let anyone hurt his parents.

Even if that person is John Wick!

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Chapter 216 Kidnapping Longbottom and Counter-Killing

If you don’t explode in silence, you will die in silence.

If it were the Neville of the past, he might have been obedient, but now, after being trained by John, Neville is no longer a wizard who can be bullied.

At this moment, his hatred for John reached its peak.

John didn't leave, he watched all this from the dark.

He knew the time had come.

He now needs a 'good guy' to guide Neville.

This good man must be able to take Neville out.

Then, Percy Weasley is the best candidate.

Neville has become very weird since he knew that his isolation came from John's dislike.

Malfoy provoked him to death, but he didn't respond.