Chasing After Me to Spoon-Feed Me

It was as if an invisible hand behind the scenes was pushing everything along. The Cottage's recruitment of new members for the Animagus Office training center went extraordinarily smoothly.

Both Draco and Hermione agreed.

As for Anton's proposal that everyone be given three slots, Draco chose Goyle, Crabbe, and Dudley.

Hermione only brought in Harry and Ron.

In her words, disgusting Draco had brought along a few snot-nosed worms who were nothing to fear. Even if he brought ten or eight more, it would not affect her ability to show off her skills at the training center.

Thus, the training center consisted of those seven, plus Neville.

Yes, honest and simple Neville believed that since he had recruited these people, he ought to take responsibility for them. He chose to join them and devote himself to the training center's work, helping the Cottage companions keep watch over their own yard so no one else could quietly take it over.

With good kid Neville handling those matters, the Cottage companions finally returned to experimentation, research, and invention.

Anton did not particularly approve of Neville wading into the muddy waters of the training center. Sooner or later, that place would explode like a brilliant firework and be done with it.

But since Neville insisted, Anton merely smiled and nodded.

If he wanted to do something, then he could go ahead and make a mess of it. Anton would cover for Neville no matter what!

It was as if life had stirred with a faint ripple, swayed a few times, and finally returned to calm.

That night, everyone at the Cottage had their own things to keep busy with.

Neville was writing to his uncle, asking the president of the International Animation Charm Association how to manage a department.

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