[HP] Noble

Delivering the letter to the owl post office, Neville chose an old owl that was so old that it seemed almost unable to fly - not because he thought the old man was particularly reliable because of his work experience, but definitely because, in the expensive international Among the long-distance letters, this old owl with all its feathers is the only one he can afford.

Carefully tied the letter to its feet. When the owl fluttered its wings and flew towards the gray blue sky against the snowflakes all over the sky, Neville stood there like a fool, his mind blank for a long time, until the snowflakes fell. His shoulders were full before he turned and left.Next, our boy had a few days of fidgeting and he didn't even get a good night's sleep all Christmas, dreaming almost all night that the owl with his letter had to stop During the rest, it was caught by Muggles, or it lost the letter, or it was simply frozen to death in the cold and long journey.

The final result of the dream was, without exception, that the letter did not reach Slytherin who was spending Christmas in Germany at this moment.

Putting down the spoon in his hand, Neville sighed.

Mrs. Longbottom approached her with a puzzled expression: "What's the matter, Neville, isn't today's sweet pumpkin soup your favorite? According to the past, you can drink two large bowls in one go."

"No," the old-fashioned grandma came up suddenly, and Neville was somewhat flattered. He blinked and stammered, "It tastes just as good, grandma, it's just..."

"I see, I see," Mrs. Longbottom sat back in her seat, as all old people like to do, she pursed her mouth and showed a gratified expression, "I know, you are finally willing to Face up to your weight - tell me Neville, are you going to lose weight are you - oh, that's a good decision, fat will make your brain stupid, like your good friend Hermione, that smart Girls don't have much fat."

"..."

Neville was silent. He didn't know whether he should tell his grandma that it was more important that he didn't plan to lose weight, or he should remind the old man that Hermione was not his "good friend". At school, Neville Longbottom only had Friends, there are no "good friends" - no one wants to do so-called "good friends" with someone who is always lagging behind, whose memory is so bad that he needs to write down the password on a piece of paper, or else he can only sleep at the gate of Gryffindor Tower. good friend".

But because of his poor memory, sometimes, he can be a good confidant——

Whether it's intentional or not, the enthusiastic and hearty Gryffindors seem to think that it doesn't matter what they say to this chubby boy who always smiles foolishly. Anyway, when they end the conversation, they just need to turn around, Neville They will completely forget the content of their complaints.

For example, Bill liked to complain about Simon sleeping at night, Harry complained that Ron would sleepwalk and come to him to grab the quilt, Hermione complained that the girl in her dormitory only took a bath every three days, and Ginny Weasley was transferring Previously, Laura, the pretty girl in the bed next to her, seemed to change her panties only once a few days in a row.

These bad and innocuous gossips, after they turned and left, even they themselves would probably forget them completely-of course they didn't expect that Neville remembered almost every word clearly.

Ah, yes, every word.

So there was the first "Hogwarts Underground"-this mysterious newspaper sold well, and it revealed almost every gossip and secret in every corner of Hogwarts-

When Laura stared and yelled "I don't change my underwear every few days, is it just four days?"; when Ron blushed and asked Harry "Did I sleepwalk last night?" When I took the initiative to put a clip on my nose to prevent snoring before going to bed... So far, the most shocking news is the relationship between Professor Snape and Professor Black. On the pinnacle of sales.

It's a pity that no one knows who the sponsor of this newspaper is. Even the "journalists" who reported the gossip contacted the mysterious editor-in-chief through owls.

Yes, no one knows.

Except Neville Longbottom himself.

Thinking of this, Neville showed a satisfied and slightly proud smile.

……

However, life is always unexpected.

When the Christmas holiday was over, Neville, who deliberately postponed his return to school for half a day, was even ready for everyone to laugh at him or whisper to each other when they saw him, but it was useless when he hugged Mrs. Longbottom and packed too much When he shook and pushed away the Hogwarts Great Hall in embarrassment, he found that nothing happened.

As always, no one even turned to look at him.

"Don't be dumb, Longbottom, you let the cold wind in."

The only reaction came from a third-year Ravenclaw sitting closest to the gate, and even she just gave Neville an impatient peripheral glance before turning away to talk to her friend... oh Well, it's not her fault. For Ravenclaw, who has always determined his status by the flexibility of his head, Gryffindor's human giant, Neville Longbottom, is like a plague curse.

"Neville, what are you doing there!" Ron's voice sounded from the long Gryffindor table not far away, "Come and see, what good things Fred got this time, you will never dare believe--"

Ah yes, just like always.Neville smiled wryly, hugged the bundle tightly in his arms, and walked towards the Gryffindor table with heavy steps, where Ron was jumping up and down calling him, as if they really had a great relationship like.Neville took an empty seat and sat down—

For three years, he didn't even have a permanent place at the Gryffindor table.Neville settled his oversized ass, and began to follow Ron seriously with feigned enthusiasm to study the Weasley twins' canary toffee - the whole time, he didn't even have the courage to grow into Slytherin. Take a look at the table.

If it's so peaceful...

Oh, it looks like the letter was lost by the owl after all.Poor bird, hope it's alive and safe at the Owl Post...  

As for that letter - if it doesn't reach the gleaming Slytherin in the end, either Merlin can't stand this secret love, or his own stupidity makes Merlin unable to bear to let worse things happen in the world. on him.

When Neville swallowed a canary toffee under Ron's coaxing, and turned into a huge, fat canary with a bang and crushed his chair, amidst the good-natured laughter of the crowd, The fluff on the fluffy canary's head moved - just like the hair on Neville's head that could never be cleaned up well, flutter blinked a mung bean compared to his ball-like body, which was too fat The chubby Gryffindor boy's expression could not be seen under the downy black eyes.

He transformed back and patted off his feathers. Amidst the crowd surrounding him and chattering about various questions, Neville smiled as simple and honest as usual.But in fact, no one knew, he was so depressed that he wanted to find a place to cry.

He was surrounded by enthusiastic Gryffindors, the crowd obscuring his view.Neville didn't know, and it also made him miss the smiling gaze from the Slytherin table.

"Oh, it's really bad," Blaise Zabini propped his chin with one hand, and smiled lazily, looking at the long Gryffindor table that was two tables away from Slytherin, "see Come on, that Longbottom looks like he's about to cry."

"That's crazy, Blaise," Draco said deadpan, "Since when did you care so much about Longbottom? — No, you can't feed Beatrice that, little Gretel, that's a turtle not an omnivore .”

"..." His eyes swept over the two Slytherins, one big and one small, and Blaise smiled, knowing that Draco hadn't focused on his answer at all, and typed lazily. Yawning, Zabini said, "Gryffindors are such a slow bunch."

Blaise Zabini is best at studying the direction of sealing spells, and he is also caring for small plants and animals. In the same grade, he is the second in herbalism.

No one knows that in his basement bedroom in Slytherin, in the top shelf of the bookcase belonging to Zabini, lies an unsealed, carefully enchanted letter. Locked letters.

This letter is not at first glance like those colorful love letters that are trying hard to attract attention - it only uses a simple white envelope, there are even creases on the envelope, and the letter inside is not carefully sprayed with perfume. The most common parchment used for writing papers, the letter came from far away England among many expensive Christmas presents one morning during the Christmas holidays. It was sent by an old bird that could hardly fly anymore , the old owl who rested in Blaise's bedroom for two days before going back on the road.

The envelope was signed Neville Longbottom.

With his chin propped up, he looked uninterestedly at the chubby Gryffindor who forced himself to smile not far away.Zabini sneered slightly, he stood up, and then walked among the group of Ravenclaw girls who were looking for someone towards him, and exchanged Christmas news with them in a gentlemanly manner, this time about the German Ministry of Magic , those Germans used a work contact device similar to a Muggle "telephone" to make this group of lovely girls bend over with laughter.

no one knows.

Neville Longbottom liked Brace Zabini.