"Madam Bones, from Neville's case, we can see that there are serious problems with the current education system. This is not merely an internal problem at Hogwarts; it has also affected places beyond the school. As for why I say that..." Allen finished speaking unhurriedly to the stern-faced, square-jawed witch before him, then turned to Neville. "Neville, of course I am not trying to declare in front of everyone how poor your talent is. In fact, quite the opposite. Your talent is far better than you, your uncle, your grandmother, or anyone else imagined. So do not feel ashamed. The ones who should feel ashamed are the people who delayed and suppressed the talent you originally had."
As Allen spoke, the images formed by that loathing revealed things Algy had never known—scenes from not long after Neville was born. Neville, still a tiny baby, had used magic to command his blanket to wrap more tightly around himself, but no one had witnessed this unusual display of magic and talent. Even the midwife had merely assumed Neville's father had done it.
"Mr. Longbottom, in fact, Neville had already displayed extraordinary magical talent not long after he was born. Have you ever thought about why Neville became such a forgetful, submissive young wizard?" Allen raised his hand and pointed into the air, and the image shifting out of the smoke froze Algy's expression in place.
It was Augusta Longbottom, Neville's grandmother. Everyone knew that after Neville's parents had been tortured into insanity, she had taken on the responsibility of caring for him. She looked like a strong woman, dressed in green robes, with a fox-fur scarf around her neck and a tall hat topped with a stuffed eagle on her head. In her left hand she held a large red handbag, while