All things are three at Hogwarts

"Shut up, you big fat bird! Professor Harris was harmed by you and you still have the nerve to say it!" Neville's shouting voice attracted the attention of many people, and some passionate responses immediately sounded from the crowd of onlookers.

Algie heard Neville's voice and saw that the discussion was interrupted. He angrily yelled: "Neville! What nonsense are you talking about here! Go back to your dormitory area, your grandma and I will never allow you to study. Necromancy, this is too dangerous and is not something we Longbottom should be exposed to."

Seeing Neville's timid appearance due to his uncle's angry rebuke, Alan narrowed his eyes, "Mr. Alger Longbottom, I have to say, let alone my ancient magic class, Neville can get it in addition to herbal medicine class. Except for Excellent, only Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts can get E Excellent, and most of the other courses are very bad, especially Potions."

After hearing Allen's words, Neville lowered his head sadly. Flagg beside him held his arm worriedly. Pomona Sprout, the Hufflepuff headmaster who had been encouraging Neville, disagreed. Looked at Allen, but said nothing.

Algie's head suddenly turned towards Allen: "How come it's not your turn to evaluate our children!"

"You misunderstood. Did I mean to say that you didn't notice the problem?" Allen's words made Neville's head rise. Algie's brows on the opposite side were knitted together. He couldn't figure out what Allen wanted to express. .

"Recently I discovered that Neville is not the best at practicing the very difficult spells of the Lightning Series, but he is actually a little faster than many students..." Allen walked up to Neville and patted him gently. He patted Neville on the shoulder and said, "So as your professor, I have some speculations."

Before Neville could understand what Alan was talking about, he felt his scalp tighten. He grinned and couldn't help but cover 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." Allen pinched a few sticks that had just been taken from Neville's head. The hair plucked from his body, the staff he held was suspended in the air. Allen's hands brushed the crystal ball at the bottom of the staff. Neville's hair turned into black mist after burning and penetrated into the crystal ball. The black and white mist inside the entire crystal ball is intertwined and undulating.

"Aren't we discussing the ancient magic class?" Paul Greengrass snorted and said disdainfully: "Dumbledore, don't you have any objections?"

"If this can help Mr. Longbottom, I don't think this is a problem." Dumbledore still stayed aside calmly. He didn't know Allen's back-up plan yet, but he thought it was just these things. It would be best to let Allen speak his mind as much as possible.

The staff hovering in mid-air suddenly fell back into Allen's hand. He didn't have time to pay attention to the verbal disputes on the court. He continued to cast spells, using another difficult prophetic magic to trace back the vision of Allen in 1066. At that time, I used this magic to explore the past and helped Muggle Tophi find his wife Judith who was captured by the Normans.

When Neville did not resist, Allen cast a spell and quickly saw with his own eyes the more detailed things that happened at the time node just calculated by the divination. Allen found out those pictures and languages ​​one by one.

After the investigation was over, Allen stood the staff on the ground, then took out a raven skull-shaped water pipe from his pocket, snapped his fingers to make the skull glow, and then took the other end of the pipe hose and took a puff. Then he slowly exhaled a large cloud of smoke.

The smoke twisted, rotated and rose, and the smoke spread into the air above Allen's head. In such a large hazy smoke, the scenes of Neville's childhood that had just been detected by Allen using visual regression magic were displayed one by one high in the sky.

Everyone stopped talking and looked up at the scene in the smoke.

"What do you want to do? What does what you are going to do now have to do with what our school board is going to discuss today?" Algie, who noticed the content, quickly raised his wand, trying to disperse the smoke, but Alan's light After glancing at the tip of his wand, Algi felt that the magic power gathered by the wand in his hand was dissipated and turned invisible.

Hermione shouted deliberately from the side: "Mr. Longbottom, aren't you curious about Neville's problems in this regard?"

"Miss Granger, this is a board meeting. No matter what your status is in the wizarding world, it is not your time to participate. I think this kind of meaningless thing should stop." Algie Longbottom, whose magic was canceled With some lingering fear, he glared at Hermione: "And if some special drugs are added to this pipe, it can easily induce viewers. The first Dark Lord did this."

"President Dumbledore and so many professors are here, I don't think anyone dares to do anything in front of them." Allen said calmly, "But I'm sorry, Mr. Alger Longbottom, Mr. Neville Longbottom, let you see next Something that might not be that interesting to you two..."

In the smoke above their heads, Algie Longbottom hung eight-year-old Neville from the upstairs window by his ankles. His wife Aine handed him a piece of egg white cake. When Algie missed it, Neville dropped it. Fortunately, Neville showed his magic power and bounced up, flew across the entire garden, and fell onto the road. This also proved that Neville was not a squib, he was a magician, which made Algie reluctant to go. He took Neville back, but held the cake in front of the window and smiled from ear to ear.

As the smoke changed, a smaller Neville appeared high in the sky. On the dock of Black Lake, Neville was not paying attention, and Algie pushed him off the dock of Black Lake. Algie left Neville struggling in the lake and almost drowned.

The wizards who were watching below were very surprised to see such scenes in succession. Many purebloods knew that this was a common method used by pureblood families in ancient times to stimulate the magic of future generations or to remove squibs. Using this method was almost an accident. This method ensures that there will be no squibs in the family that will bring shame to the family. However, in the wizarding world now, almost no pure-blood family still uses this method to persecute their descendants. The more common method is to send them to the Muggle world. No more contact.

If it weren't for the scene shown in the sky, even wizards like Paul Greengrass would never have imagined that someone in the Longbottom family, which has always shown itself to be upright and loyal, would continue this bad habit. Because of his daughter's illness, Paul Greengrass doted on his daughter more than ordinary wizarding families.

Neville stared blankly at these scenes that he had almost forgotten. In the past, he was young and had never thought about these issues. Now, he regarded these as unexpected memories and appeared in his mind in such a more intuitive way. In front of him, no matter how stupid he is, he realizes that something is wrong even when he is close to adulthood. No wonder Uncle Algie always attacks him when his grandma is not around. Every time he suffers an accident, his grandma will give her uncle a lesson. Take extra care of yourself.

The eyes on Ben Bosted's fat face had narrowed and he looked at Algie sideways with disdain. Although his family's reputation was not as good as that of the Longbottom family, the Bosted family had not eliminated the squibs in the family. Such a bad habit of not caring about family affection at all.

Allen was able to ask calmly: "Mr. Longbottom, for Neville, is the ancient magic class more dangerous or your behavior is more dangerous?"

"These are my personal actions. Neville, don't blame your grandma and aunt. You should remember that they all opposed me doing this, so I can only find ways to distract them or do something while they are away. Try..." Algi took a few steps forward to put himself in a more visible position. He adjusted 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 the Death Eaters because they fought against a mysterious man. Unfortunately, they were tortured mad by the Death Eaters using the Cruciatus Curse. They were both very good Aurors, Neville's only descendants. As Neville's uncle, there is no way I would let my brother Frank's child become a squib that is discriminated against!"

"Algie, I don't agree with what you did to your nephew." Amelia Bones adjusted the monocle she was wearing with her hand and said in a loud and deep voice: "But, Professor Harris , what do these matters at Longbottom’s family have to do with what we, the school directors, are gathering here to discuss today?”