[HP] Noble

Even as another "boy who survived" mentioned in the prophecy, Neville Longbottom still believed that he would never be the one to become the ultimate savior anyway.

Although he was taller than Harry - that was probably the only thing he could compare to Harry.

He is clumsy and clumsy, and he can bring down a large chair when he walks across the dining table; Harry with two knowledge points, he couldn't even understand those questions; he was the first in Hogwarts to receive a memory ball at the breakfast table and was laughed at by everyone in public; when Harry led Gran He was the only one looking up from the stands below when Fondo's Quidditch team soared through the skies.

You'll never understand how someone who seemed to be completely useless managed to survive all these years.

Neville Longbottom, the most glorious moment in the school is probably when he handed the gills to Harry, who was about to participate in the second project of the Triwizard Tournament. At that moment, he almost burst into tears with gratitude to Hogwarts At least there is still such a subject as "Herbology", oh, that is the only subject that he can barely make a name for himself on the ranking list.

Although in the next day's "Daily Prophet", he searched the entire newspaper, and couldn't find his name in Harry's many interviews, such as "Thanks to my friend Neville for providing me with Gill grass" or "Thank you Neville for helping me"... well, not a single word, not even mentioning it.

So in the end, he was forgotten again.After Neville closed the newspaper, he accepted the fact very calmly, then turned his head, showed his four front teeth with a silly smile, and said to the yawning Savior of Gryffindor who was lazily walking into the auditorium, "Good morning, Harry." ".

He needs friends.

And he really wanted to help Harry.

He believed Harry didn't mean it, he could see genuine thanks in his friend's unwary green eyes... maybe, that was enough.

Neville thought that he never wanted much.

Like at the Yule Ball, if Ginny Weasley hadn't been afraid of being thrown home because he wasn't old enough, he'd probably be the only one who couldn't find a partner, but he found one in the end, didn't he?

It's like Christmas every year, although grandma is nagging and very old-fashioned, but when he comes home, he will finally see a big table of his favorite food on the dining table, which is better than having to stay in school Harry is much better too, isn't he?

Even if he had to go to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital to visit his mentally disturbed parents every time he was on holiday, but those candy wrappers that he had personally received from his mother countless times had already been plastered all over the place. His whole house, no?

What about that old saying?Those who are content are always happy.

So no matter what, I dreamed countless times in my dreams that I became thinner and taller, I dreamed that I had a pair of very cool parents, I dreamed that I led Gryffindor to win the academy trophy, and I dreamed that I passed the final exam. Hermione, dreaming that she was the champion who finally participated in the Triwizard Tournament... No matter what the dream was, when she woke up, Neville was not too depressed when faced with the exact opposite.

He can always smile cheerfully because he believes that the facts are the facts - do one's best and obey the destiny.

……

The only thing he couldn't face was that in the early Christmas period in the third grade, when he woke up from his dream in the morning, he found that he was wet under the quilt.

Snowflakes were falling quietly outside the window, and grandma was shouting downstairs telling him to wash up and roll downstairs to finish his breakfast, so as not to delay her upcoming big Christmas shopping with those old girlfriends.

Neville was silent for a moment, his fat and broad hands tightly grasped the thick and soft life - before going to bed, the effect of the warming spell had not disappeared, but at this moment he seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

Neville clearly remembered dreaming of Blaise Zabini.

A Slytherin.

A Slytherin who ranked Draco Malfoy first and second most attractive boys in last week's Hogwarts Underground.

...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, even the ordinary hope of "find a job after graduation and find a random girl to marry and have a child" was shattered alive, he fell in love with a man, A man who would never give birth to a baby Longbottom even if Potions invented the Fertility Potion!

Neville Longbottom fell in love with Blaise Zabini.

Is it scary enough? It sounds absolutely exciting, enough to make Neville, who has never had a place in the "Hogwarts Underground", make headlines... Neville sat on the bed and was silent for a while. During the third urging, he suddenly turned over and sat up as if he had decided on something, quickly changed himself a mess of underwear and bed sheets, and said to old Mrs. Wear slippers and watch out for cold", Neville made an astonishing decision——

He was going to write a love letter to Zabini.

If there is any advantage, other than herbalism, it is that the countless blows in life over the years have made Neville a body of steel indestructible-he accepted his "like" with amazing speed. Zabini, "is a Slytherin" and "is a man" are probably earth-shattering facts for the average Gryffindor boy.

Oh, not Ron, the fact that he fell in love with that first-year Gretel was a joke that the whole school knew.

Withdrawing from the topic, Neville decided that he would write a love letter to Zabini, and then...

Then let him sternly reject himself——

Yes, Zabini, who is handsome, has a great family, is very popular with girls and has a good class, of course he will reject himself.Even if Zabini posted his love letter on the bulletin board to make the whole school laugh at him before he bent a road to the end and his head fell to the ground, Neville thought he still had to end his ridiculous trip quickly. Bad love, oh, no, it's secret love.

He couldn't like a Slytherin (and a dude), and Granny knew she'd stuff him alive into a pot and stew with carrots.

And she was getting old, and Neville thought he had reached the age where he shouldn't have to worry about the old man any longer - although he couldn't do it at the moment, but to be honest, he was trying very seriously to do so.

"The lunch is on the stove. If you're hungry, heat it up in the oven."

"kindness."

"Don't just use your wand around the house, I don't want to come back with nothing but ruins waiting for me."

"Okay, grandma."

"Is the homework done?"

"No homework."

"No homework? Oh, sometimes I really don't understand Dumbledore, he is a good leader, but a bit lazy isn't he? At least when we were in school, there was homework no matter what holidays..."

"..."

In the midst of his grandmother's uneasy nagging, he quickly finished his breakfast and promised her that he would not go anywhere the day after tomorrow so that he could visit his parents in St. Mungo's. Neville refrained from telling his grandmother that he didn't need an appointment, and he really didn't. She imagined that he was so busy, most of the time, he just went to the exotic flowers and herbs shop in Diagon Alley to see - just to see, because his pocket money was not enough to buy some Italian lanterns with spare money grass seeds.

After breakfast and seeing off Mrs. Longbottom, Neville returned to his room. He propped his chin, and put a clean and neat piece of parchment in front of him. He was thinking about how to start. It seems so abrupt... It's not because I'm afraid of Zabini, but mainly because we Gryffindors don't lose our reputation too much.

"I didn't take chances in my heart." Putting down his pen, Neville said to himself seriously.

Three ten minutes later.

After failing to write for the third time, Neville threw himself on the table. He began to toss and turn to think about everything about Zabini. His dark skin was healthy and good-looking in comparison. Very high, when he opened the door of the auditorium last week, Neville was right behind him, seeing Neville, he didn't seem to let go of the doorknob immediately, but waited for Neville to enter before he let go—oh , does this mean that...

wrong.

wrong!

"Maybe he's just out of habit holding on a little longer, idiot," Neville said to himself again, "And there's Hermione standing behind you—yes, yes, Hermione. Wake up, It has nothing to do with you."

But what about the shrink potion in potions class? ... A small voice came to mind, and Neville paused——

It was the last potions class before Christmas, and the content of making was a shrinking potion.Neville's potion grades were in a mess, and his partner that day happened to be Harry who was also in a mess—so their eye-catching idiot combination lived up to expectations and became the target of Professor Snape's fire. Neville felt like the sky was falling when he said blankly that he would hand-feed the potion he made to his pet toad after class.

The hateful old bat won't even let a toad go.

Harry was very guilty, as if he thought that if he hadn't been with Neville, at least this clumsy Gryffindor boy wouldn't have had to suffer this kind of crime... But what's the use of guilt, Neville was in trouble for the whole class. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He almost wanted to prepare the funeral for his toad in advance.

Until it gets poked in the back.

When Neville turned his head, he saw a smiling Zabini.Malfoy, his partner, was cutting potion ingredients without looking up, and said impatiently, "Don't meddle in your own business, Blaise."

However, when that Slytherin raised his hand and held it in front of him, Neville was stunned—his Leife jumped to the back table at some point, and at this moment, this damned animal that was about to be killed by him The stupid toad poisoned by the potion made by the master himself is squatting safely in Zabini's hands, puffing up his cheeks at himself——

"Cuck!"

Neville: "..."

When he blushed and wanted to find a crack in the ground, Zabini snorted, ignoring Malfoy's distasteful "something wrong", and bent over with a smile. He seemed to think this was very interesting ——So after Neville hurriedly stuffed Raffles back into his pocket, Zabini sat at their back table for the next whole class, propped his chin with one hand, and lazily directed Neville and Harry's next whole potion making process.

After the get out of class bell rang, Snape dripped the potion that Neville had made on Raffles under the eyes of everyone watching - then with a bang, Raffles successfully turned into a tadpole.

Most of the people in Slytherin looked very disappointed. The second Snape announced "Class dismissed", the whole Gryffindor applauded happily, and even Hermione rushed forward with great satisfaction. Patting him on the shoulder, and then apologizing, "Professor Snape was next to me the whole class... oh, I really can't help you at all", Neville was swayed back and forth encouragingly, he was dazed He raised his head abruptly, and outside the crowd, he saw Zabini packing his schoolbag.

The other party seemed to sense his gaze, and almost immediately, he raised his head and smiled at Neville.

He has a nice smile.

No wonder so many girls like him.

"Including me too." Neville muttered, took the quill from between his pouted mouth and nose, leaned back on the table, dipped it in ink, and bit the tip of his tongue to write the first sentence on the letter paper in front of him. He read the words carefully while writing, "Dear Mr. Zabini, Zhan Xinjia. I know that I am very abrupt, but I hope you can give me a little time..."

Outside the window, goose feather heavy snow is still falling quietly.

Neville Longbottom liked Brace Zabini.

I like it very much.