Fred raised an eyebrow, putting on a wounded expression. "Neville, you've wronged us terribly!"
"Exactly!" George immediately puffed out his chest and asked solemnly, "You know Hogwarts Castle is Unplottable. Isn't that hidden enough?"
Neville scratched his head. "It seems... hidden enough."
"And it's dangerous!" Fred gestured animatedly. "Think about it! There are staircases that change direction at any moment, and ghosts wandering everywhere!"
"Not to mention all kinds of magical creatures—Hippogriffs that can tear off an arm with one claw, Centaurs that shoot arrows, or the Blast-Ended Skrewts Hagrid once raised!"
"And Filch! Filch's cat! And Mc—" He suddenly shrank his neck. "Anyway, Hogwarts Castle is extremely dangerous!"
"And there really are all sorts of protective spells. During the 'Wizarding World War,' this was 'the safest place in the world'! You can't deny that, can you?"
Neville muttered quietly, "It seems... that makes quite a bit of sense."
"That's more like it!" George said with a mischievous grin. "At most, we left out a few details in our introduction—some utterly insignificant details!"
He held up his thumb and forefinger to demonstrate. "That's called reasonable, appropriate embellishment and editing. Doesn't the Daily Prophet do that all the time?"
Neville opened his mouth, raised a hand to rub his temple, and nodded with some difficulty.
Seeing Neville like that, Hannah laughed. Turning her head, she whispered to him, "Neville, you can't outargue those two."
Fred's expression turned serious. "Hannah, that's not right!"
George nodded in agreement. "Yeah! Just tell us—were the things we said facts or not?"
"All right! They were facts." Hannah did not deny it. "But no matter how impressive you make it sound, it still comes down to actual performance, doesn't it?"
"My great-granduncle told me that no matter how fancy a salesman's pitch was, he'd still have