Neville Enduring Humiliation and Bearing Heavy Burdens

"I hope we have Potions Class on the first day of school," Neville murmured.

"What! Neville, you—" Ron looked betrayed.

He and Neville were the only two Ravenclaw students targeted by Snape.

"Oh—," Ginny sighed meaningfully, looking at Neville with amusement, "Aren't there elective courses after the Third Year?"

I remember she also chose to Care of Magical Creatures.

"Her? Neville, you have someone you like? Hufflepuff?" Ron looked at Neville.

"Oh? Who is it? Susan? Leanne? Or Hannah?" Harry began to mention the Hufflepuff witches he remembered speaking to Neville.

Seeing everyone staring at him, Neville said, "I'm so sleepy. I can't take it anymore, I was so excited last night that I didn't sleep a wink."

Then, he closed his eyes.

It seems as if they won't get up until they reach Hogwarts.

Ron pushed him a few times, unwilling to give up.

Seeing that Neville still didn't move, he had no choice but to sit down listlessly.

"Harry, this book, 'Peering Through the Mist to See the Future,' is strange?"

"What's strange about it?"

"The contents are all baseless conjectures, and there is nothing about training the Third Eye or exploring intuition."

"Ryan said that you can't become Divination without teaching Divination Class."

Divination relies entirely on talent.

"If it's there, it's there; if it's not, it's not."

Ginny and Harry, standing nearby, started reviewing their lessons.

The Hogwarts Express steadily headed north, the scenery outside the window becoming increasingly wild and dark, while the clouds overhead grew thicker and thicker.

Outside their carriage, the sound of people walking back and forth could be heard.

Neville remained feigning sleep.

Ron wanted to go to Lavender, but he was too embarrassed to do so.

More importantly, Lavender's best friend, Parvati, had always disliked him because of Lavender Prophecy.

He didn't want to go up there now and make a fool of himself.

After thinking it over, Ron had no choice but to start reading a book as well.

However, he was reading the A History of Magic.

Because "The Monster Book of Monsters" is too lively.

Other textbooks are just dry, uninteresting knowledge.

Only the A History of Magic has a complete story.

As for the latest "Doraemon: Summoner Kingdom", he has watched it several times.

We entered a brief period of burnout.

He probably won't be interested in reading it again until tomorrow night.

At one o'clock, the food truck thumped up in front of their carriage door.

"Neville, are you still pretending to be asleep?" Ron put down the A History of Magic and said to Neville, who seemed to be really asleep, waving his hand in front of Neville's closed eyes. "Hmm. He really is asleep."

"I have a plan," Harry stretched and stood up, then walked over to Neville and whispered, "If you don't get up, I'll spread the word that you like Hannah everywhere."

Harry had barely finished speaking when Neville's rumbling stomach came from Neville.

He rubbed his stomach naturally and opened his eyes. "Harry, how did you know I like pancakes?"

"Anyone want some biscuits?" The carriage door opened, and the smiling, dimpled witch they had met twice before appeared before Harry and his companions.

On the food cart, apart from snacks, Pumpkin Pasty and Cauldron Cake were no longer seen; instead, a long row of large pot-baked flatbreads were displayed.

"Harry, how did you know there were cookies for sale?"

You've been with us almost the whole time.

"When Sirius came, you only took a dozen or so steps toward him before turning back." Ron said, pulling out a large Galleons.

I bought Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frog, Licorice Wand, and a whole row of large pot-baked flatbreads.

"Fun facts."

You can also buy items from the food carts at the platform.

My dad bought a baked flatbread.

Harry must have noticed.

"You agree, Harry ~" Neville put his large hand on Harry's shoulder, his baby face revealing a kind smile.

Harry nodded repeatedly, marveling at Neville's incredible strength.

After the witch left, Ginny quickly got up and closed the door, then looked at Ron and said, "It's only a dozen or so Silver Sickle and a few Bronze Knut, why did you take out so Galleons?"

"I finally have money, wouldn't this make me look generous?"

Ginny, you might not know this, but two years ago on the train, Harry did the same thing, pulling out a handful of Galleons and Silver Sickle.

At that time, I had an idea—that he could be replaced. Ron even seemed aggrieved as he spoke.

"Alright Ginny, it's good enough that Ron, that greedy guy, is willing to pay for our meal." For his brother's sake, Harry had no choice but to use his charm, pulling Ginny into his arms and burying his nose in her Ginny red hair to sniff it.

"How come you're so skilled?" Ginny blushed.

He immediately forgot about the sarcastic remarks he hadn't yet made to Ron.

As for Harry's proficiency, it's probably because he and she are so compatible.

So that's how you develop proficiency.

Actually, Harry is still a virgin, even though he is physically a virgin.

But psychologically, he had already been locked in a passionate battle with Bella for over a hundred rounds.

He's tried even the strangest tricks.

So now he has a knack for comforting Ginny.

He could even kill Ginny with his eyes closed if he wanted to.

"No, no, I'm a gentleman!" Harry's green eyes darted around as he thought of his aching shoulders.

He enthusiastically picked up a large stack of flatbreads and handed them to Neville, saying, "Here, your flatbreads, have some!"

To this, Neville could only ask, is there any water?

So engrossed in the huge stack of flatbreads that he even forgot about the spell "Aguamenti," which he used most often after duels.

"Neville, you're still not full?"

I just noticed you've been secretly looking at the pancake in my hand several times.

"Here, take this, it's delicious!" Ten minutes later, just as Neville was choking after devouring a huge stack of biscuits and wanted a drink of water, Harry handed him the biscuits he had deliberately left uneaten.

"Thank you!" Neville wanted to retort.

But when I think of Hannah...

He held back.

The hand gripping the flatbread was so tight that it sank deep into the crust.

Ron, standing nearby, mistook this for excitement.

Neville certainly didn't get to enjoy his meal.

He suddenly stood up, making a move to open the door, "Neville, you really like eating this?"

Don't worry, I have plenty of money!

I'm going out for a bit and will buy a few more pancakes!

Harry chimed in from the side, "I know where she is!"

You can find her by going to the driver at the very front.

"Burp—no need, Ron, I'll be full after I finish Harry's." Neville held out his hand hurriedly and let out a burp.

"Ah—well—to be honest, I was thinking of going to see Lavender while I was at it."

We haven't seen each other for a summer.

"Lately I've only been writing letters." Ron scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

Actually, the main reason was that he was bored.

With Ginny around, Harry didn't pay much attention to him anymore.

Given that, it's not surprising that he went to Lavender, who was a backup option for Harry.