The Beginning of It All

The group put Ron's matter behind them.

Because no matter what Ron is like, at least Harry himself is normal, and that's all that matters.

Moreover, Ron has a girlfriend named Lavender.

Even if Ron is true, he's bisexual.

However, this quickly drew everyone's attention to Neville.

Because they didn't really believe the reasons given for Neville's the Burrow.

And that's the origin of this farce.

On the way home, Neville did not give a direct answer to this question.

Upon entering the garden, after taking only a few steps, they saw Pigwidgeon, the gray, round owl that Sirius had given them.

It darted around the garden hurriedly, emitting a piercing cry.

Its grayish feathers stood upright, making it look like a winged hedgehog; it turned out the head was chasing something.

The thing was covered in mud and looked just like a potato with legs.

Harry recognized it as a Goblin at a glance.

The Goblin only ten inches tall, but its tiny, horn-like feet pattered as it ran swiftly across the garden and plunged into a Wellington boot lying by the door.

Pigwidgeon immediately shoved her head into the boot, trying to grab the Goblin.

Harry heard the Goblin laughing wildly inside.

"Go away, go away, that's not good, Pigwidgeon!" Ron jogged to the door, grabbed Pigwidgeon's leg, and pulled her out.

Upon seeing its master (in the real sense) arrive, Pigwidgeon seemed to go mad with excitement. While continuously emitting deafening cries, it would occasionally shove its head, which had just touched the shoes, directly into Ron's face.

"Scourgify!" Ron patted his robe pocket, and a beam of magic shot out from his pocket the moment he touched his wand, striking Pigwidgeon directly.

Only then did he feel at ease letting Pigwidgeon apply the mask!

"Pigwidgeon is just too lively." Ron let go of her hand, and Pigwidgeon affectionately pecked Ron's fingers before noisily flying away again.

"It doesn't look like Scabbers at all." Ron said, pulling a sleeping fat rat from another pocket and expertly stroking Scabbers' fat belly and lower body.

As the oldest member of the Weasley family, and Ron's first true pet.

Ron would often take Scabbers out of his pocket and play with them from time to time.

Everyone was already used to this.

After all, Ron had mentioned the significance of Scabbers to him to them many times. "Errol is part of our family."

Pigwidgeon was placed in our house by Sirius.

All I have are Scabbers.

"How old is Scabbers?" Harry asked, looking at the ground, resisting the urge to look at Scabbers' unsightly expression as he was being touched.

"I don't know," Ron said. "It's very old. It used to belong to Percy."

"It must have some strange, Care of Magical Creatures bloodline that causes it to live so long."

Look at his shiny gray fur; if it weren't for the missing toe, he would look just like a young adult mouse.

Just like my Trevor.

It's very good at playing hide-and-seek, and it disappears without you noticing. Ron's words reminded Neville of Trevor back home in Devon.

To avoid it getting lost (the Weasley family outside the village, surrounded by mountains and plains), Neville didn't bring Trevor along.

"You didn't get caught by your parents while you were practicing magic, did you?"

Then—" As Neville's eyes flashed with reminiscence, Ginny, at Harry's prompting, revealed her true intentions.

Another hypothesis was proposed.

Neville nodded subconsciously.

"Ha ha!

"Neville, you should have told us sooner! Now we all know you were sent to our house because you were practicing magic!" Ron laughed smugly.

He stuffed Scabbers into his pocket and, without any hesitation, touched his own hair with the hand that had inadvertently touched Scabbers's lower abdomen in an indescribable area.

"If that's the case, I can understand."

Seeing my son shirtless all day, waving a sword around, I sometimes wonder if he's a psychopath.

If you don't have time to spend with your child right now, ask someone else to keep him company.

After all, the Weasley family, with their numerous Prefect and many children, were undoubtedly a good choice.

Furthermore, Mr. Weasley is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Neville's roommates are here too— Ron and I. Harry, who knew the inside story of Neville's magical practice, nodded.

There's something he hasn't mentioned yet.

That is, when Neville practices magic, he also surrounds himself with a bunch of Billywig.

However, it's important to know that this is very dangerous. Too many stings can cause uncontrolled levitation for several days, and if an allergic reaction occurs, it can even lead to permanent levitation.

"You wouldn't actually do that, and then your parents find out, would you?" Draco couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"Even worse."

Think about it.

You have to understand, my parents had just regained consciousness. What could have caused them to send their child away the very next day?

Even if that other place is trustworthy, they don't have time for the children. Neville took a deep breath.

The memories in my mind kept flipping back to the previous three days.

It was a pleasant evening; Mom and Dad came home.

The usually quiet house became incredibly lively.

Grandma also dressed very simply for the first time.

They no longer spend their days staring at insect-eaten fur or eagle specimens.

After overhearing Dumbledore and the others' conversation, he was discovered and hid in his room.

After nearly half an hour without anyone coming to look for him, he finally felt relieved.

I started my daily practice.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by hundreds of Billywig, each about a foot long, with a bright blue body and a jade-like sheen.

Because of the hot weather, he took off his robe and wore only a pair of shorts.

He also set aside the bladeless greatsword that he usually kept on his lap.

But the scorching air, the joy of his parents' return, and the news he heard were like boulders falling into his peaceful heart.

The indigo blue reflected in the lake of the heart, and the strangely shaped sword with flowing Cloud Script, also became blurred and indistinct under the disturbance of these waves.

In the end, the mother pushing open the door was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Her exclamation and his inner turmoil led to the riot of the Billywig.

In the last moment before I was dizzy and lightheaded from being stung by the Billywig, I saw my mother's face, a mixture of worry and sorrow.

There was also a particularly rough voice, "I'm familiar with this. Professor Kettleburn often relied on these adorable little guys to drive away illness."

Being stung gives you a floating sensation, a feeling of forgetting all physical and mental troubles.

When he woke up and realized that it was Hagrid who had spoken, he was ordered to go to the Burrow.

His box of Billywig was also confiscated.

However, Hagrid secretly told him that he could get it from the cabin after school started.