[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

The Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Thousands of candles float in the air, illuminating this wonderful and magical place thoroughly and brightly.The students in the college are already sitting around four long tables, on which there are delicate golden pots and clear goblets, and the teachers are sitting at the top of the dining room, with the flickering candlelight, ghosts are walking around Among the students, there was a hazy silver light shining on the pale, white transparent body.And when you look up, you can see that above the auditorium, there are stars shining brightly on the velvety black dome.

Neville sat restlessly at the long table in Gryffindor, the red-and-gold house students were as loud and lively as ever, and beside him sat Ron, a tall, thin boy with a full body. He has freckles, a long nose, and looks a little clumsy. At the moment, he is gesticulating excitedly and proclaiming loudly that he once secretly rode his brother Charlie's broken broom, because he flew too high and too fast, and almost hit him. The last hang glider actually caused several exclamations one after another.

Neville picked up the table knife absent-mindedly, and the collision and friction between the knife and the bowl made a harsh long and sharp sound.This made Ron finally recover from the blushing boast, and he hesitated to come over, pretending to be casual, and let Neville also tell about his Quidditch history.

But Neville didn't want to pay attention to him, he just said with a cold face, "My grandma never let me get close to the broomstick."

Ron choked.

But before he could say anything, he heard a long-drawn arrogant voice mockingly said: "Because you are afraid that you will be thrown off by the broom, will the savior of the wizarding world also be smashed into a ball of dead flesh?"

"This is a joke that can make me laugh for three whole years!" A pale young master with a thin chin and light blond hair came over at some point, he raised his head high, his gray eyes were full of tears. Satisfied with contempt, he turned his head and nodded to the two servants behind him, one tall and the other fat: "Crabbe, Goyle, tell me, is that so?"

The two dog legs strongly agreed.

"Malfoy!" Ron almost jumped up: "Why are you here?"

He had just seen the damned boy of You-Know-Who's number one sitting triumphantly at the long table in Slyther, unwrapping the packets of sweets that the owls had brought him.

"Malfoy, go away!" Ron waved his hand, his face full of vigilance, and said loudly, "This is Gryffindor!"

Draco Malfoy snorted coldly, gave him a condescending look, and slowly said: "I know who you are, with red hair, freckles, and a stupid look... My father told me, Willy The Si family has too many children to support."

Ron blushed, and white smoke of anger was almost coming out of his head. If it weren't for the teachers sitting on the seats on the high platform, even Principal Dumbledore, the most powerful in the wizarding world, would be in the center of the Daikin On the chair, he will definitely rush forward and give this arrogant little boy a hard lesson!

"Why, do you want to fight?" Draco sneered, "I can fight alone anytime."

He turned to look at Neville, who had not moved all this time: "...and the future savior of the wizarding world!"

"Just tonight, using only wands—an official duel in the wizarding world." He provocatively looked at the other party with suspicion in his eyes: "What's the matter? You don't have the guts, do you? Neville Long Patton?"

"Don't underestimate people!" Ron said loudly, "A duel is a duel! I will be his assistant. Who is your assistant?"

The scene in front of him gave him a sense of déjà vu, Neville hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse.

"Crabbe will be my assistant." Draco said, "At midnight tonight, I'll be waiting for you in the trophy room, a classroom that never locks the door... cowards, don't go out if you're afraid of dying! "

Draco Malfoy left with two of his followers in a haughty manner.

"Damn bastard!" Ron cursed angrily, and said angrily: "After the mysterious man disappeared, Malfoy was like a grass blown down by the wind, saying that he was manipulated by the Imperius Curse... Dad never believed in this, but they were able to escape the punishment of being imprisoned in Azkaban in the end..."

He muttered and started to eat the completely cold cheese pie in front of him again, but he seemed a little worried that Neville would feel uneasy, so he couldn't help reassuring: "You don't have to worry too much, only real adults Only in official duels among wizards will someone die, and with your and Malfoy's current level, it's only been a few days since the start of school, and you haven't taken many courses, so at best you spark each other."

"I bet you," he swallowed the food in his mouth, turned his head, and said to Neville, "he never thought that we would actually agree!"

"I swear! If in the end, magic can't do anything..." Ron said with a chuckle, "I'll throw away the wand in my hand, rush forward, and punch him directly in the nose!"

Ron seemed very excited about the upcoming battle. He pulled Neville to give him advice. Their other two roommates, Dean and Seamus, had already fallen asleep. Neville just let Ron pull him in a daze. Tell him to remember to avoid the spell when the time comes, because he doesn't know how to block it.

Neville wasn't worried at all.

Although his memories of previous reincarnations have almost been forgotten, the urgency and fear of being trapped in the cage that keeps restarting made him crazy in the past few years, and he did everything he could to improve himself. Strength... No matter what, that young master who looks pampered at first glance, it's hard to say whether he can resist a spell that he throws at him...

What he said before, about Quidditch, that Mrs. Longbottom would not let her touch, was actually just a prevarication!Every minute and every second, he wished to spend all his time on strength, where would he find the time to play?

This kind of low-level duel game...what is he afraid of?

"It's 11:30." Ron whispered, "We should go."

Putting on the robes they had already prepared, they took their wands and tiptoed through the other people's dormitories amidst the snoring of their roommates, down the spiral staircase, and into the Gryffindor lounge.

If Neville still has the memory of the plot before time travel, he should know that Hermione Granger should be sitting in this dark armchair at this time to prevent them from going out at night and preventing them from giving Gryffindor Points deducted.

But there is no one here.

Under the circumstances that neither life nor freedom could be guaranteed, how could the traverser Neville have the slightest leisure to hook up with girls?In other words, if it wasn't for the plot, how could he want to get them?

He didn't even notice Hermione Granger's uncharacteristically agitated mood today!

They cautiously got out of the gate guarded by the Fat Lady. The moonlight poured in from the high window, and the pale light cast black shadows on the ground, which were the shadows of the Hogwarts buildings.

Seeing that they were about to actually reach the prize showroom on the fourth floor, Neville suddenly heard a small urging voice, "I smell the smell of those bad students who should be hung up and beaten... My dear, Go find them!"

"It's Filch and his cat!" Ron said quickly and quietly, tightening Neville's hand and backing away in the opposite direction.

On the fifth floor was the sprawling Hogwarts library, and they walked through the rows of bookshelves, as if playing hide-and-seek with Filch gave them a false sense of security.

A shrill cat meow sounded not far away.

Ron jumped up, and casually opened a door on the left.

They squeezed in quickly, and Ron bent over silently and gasped for breath. After he adjusted his mood and straightened up, he asked Neville in a strange way: "You don't look nervous at all?"

Neville's current mood is very strange. Since he doesn't want to follow Ron to go through the plot that he can't remember clearly, but he also doesn't want to jump out of Dumbledore's predictions all at once... There is almost no way to break the prison here. Without any clues, he found sadly that he could only drift with the flow.

While he was thinking here, Ron had already been attracted by the most conspicuous thing in this room.

In this abandoned classroom, there is a magnificent mirror placed out of place.

The top of the mirror is almost touching the ceiling, with a golden frame, the frame is in the shape of two claws, and a row of English letters is engraved on the top.

Neville almost unconsciously reads them backwards: it will present what your heart desires most.

Ron exclaimed happily next to him: "I see myself - I wear the same badge as Bill used to, I'm the head of the Boys' Union, and I still hold the house cup and the Quidditch cup in my hand!"

But Neville didn't hear his words at all. He was almost fascinated to see himself in the mirror, dressed in a gorgeous and expensive mage robe, surrounded by three beautiful witches acting like a baby, he hugged him on the left and right, hugging him proudly. Laughing loudly, people looked at themselves—even the old Dumbledore, or the ugly demon king without a nose, all huddled together, looking at him in trembling awe...

He couldn't help stretching out his hand...

There was a sudden burst of force behind him, and Neville almost wanted to turn around in astonishment, but he couldn't see who it was until he fell into the mirror!

This is not that mirror!

But he sadly still can't remember the name of the mirror he thought it was!

Draco Malfoy came out from behind the mirror, and he looked coldly at Ron Veles, who was standing quietly in front of the mirror with his head bowed.

"I really didn't expect... Even you will be a member of the secret society!"