This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 543 First Encounter
'I have to fight those guys after class.'

Neville made eye contact with several students from his own house.

There was no way, Slytherin got strong support - although some students in Durmstrang were not so accepting of the Dark Magic, it could not change the nature of Durmstrang that liked both the Dark Magic and pure blood.

What’s more crucial is that in fact, many pure-bloods send their children to Durmstrang, and before they are sent there, the children of pure-blood families have actually met each other many times.

Therefore, Slytherin students have been extremely active these days, especially in private fights, which are much more fierce than before.

"I guess he has learned some dark magic, but he just doesn't dare to use it."

Neville thought doubtfully, but tried hard to concentrate on the class - but unfortunately, after the moment of daze, he could no longer understand what the professor was saying.

"It's over. I have to understand it little by little afterwards..."

Neville thought with some despair, and began to try hard to catch up with the professor's progress, but it was of no avail. His talent in anti-dark magic was really quite ordinary. The only thing he could show off was his talent in herbs. Even his Charms and Anti-dark magic grades, which he could still get E at present, were barely improved by continuous study after class and the Hogwarts Dueling Class hosted by Harry.

"What is Professor Moody talking about..."

He felt a little headache, but he didn't dare to be distracted. He began to try to cram those things that he couldn't understand into his head. But Professor Moody suddenly left the podium in the middle of his speech and walked towards the door.

All the students took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief, and Neville quickly flipped through his books, trying to catch up on the lessons he had missed, but while he was trying to make up for it, he suddenly heard his own name.

'No way? '

He was stunned for a moment, but this time he heard it clearly - not only was his name called, but a bunch of classmates were also looking at him.

'What bad thing happened? Was Radford missing? Or was he assassinated by Snape?'

With bad guesses in mind, he came to the front of the classroom with trepidation, ready to face the judgment of fate - there were too few good things that happened to him at Hogwarts.

"I have to take him for a walk, Alastor."

"No problem at all."

Professor Moody grinned in Neville's face, but it was not at all friendly.

Neville wanted to ask the professor what he wanted him to do, but he didn't have the courage - to be honest, this was much more difficult than fighting a Slytherin, who only needed to close his eyes and swing his fists and wands.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was kinder than usual. Before he could ask, the professor explained the reason, "Augusta told me the reason. Although Hogwarts generally does not allow students to leave school at will during class time, I think this is necessary - you should also know that your parents have woken up."

Neville was confused by the previous words, but the last sentence was like a hammer hitting his head, making it difficult for him to breathe.

'Wake up? Wake up?'

He couldn't think, but the word kept drilling into his head.

It was like a spell, a potion, or something strange, that hit his head and then began to spread and grow rapidly.

An invisible stone or something else that usually pressed on his head and chest, preventing him from breathing, crying or laughing freely, was quickly disappearing under the effect of this spell or potion.

No, it didn't disappear, it just exploded.

A stream of fresh air rushed in directly, swirling around his eyes and nose, and directly locking his arms and hands.

"professor?"

He could hardly hear what he was saying, but still managed to squeeze out the words - he didn't know why there was a double image of Professor McGonagall in front of him, and it was very blurry, but he still stared at his headmaster, afraid that this was a dream or some other strange joke.

"Yes," the professor's voice seemed to echo, or his ears were ringing, anyway, it was very distant, "They woke up."

A strong sense of joy rushed up, and Dai's nose felt a little sore. "Professor?"

"Well, yes, they are awake. Augusta asked me to take you to St. Mungo's to see them." The professor's voice sounded in his ears, with a strange ringing in his ears, but he didn't care. "Well...well, I know, I know, Professor."

He didn't remember what happened - he couldn't feel his legs, he seemed to be floating on the road instead of walking, and then he didn't know how he was pulled away from Hogwarts by the professor and came to the place he loved and hated so much.

It was not until he saw this familiar place that he felt that he was still alive and afraid.

"professor…"

He could hardly move his legs - it was as if he could just feel their presence.

"You're fine, Neville,"

The dean nodded. It was only now that Neville realized that the professor could have such a gentle smile on his face. "Yes, you are fine. Whether it's your height or anything else, you are fine. Augusta takes good care of you."

"Uh-huh!"

Neville nodded vigorously and made strange noises through his nose.

He raised his wand in a panic, but suddenly remembered something - he couldn't cast spells outside of school.

"Cleaned up."

He heard the spell that Professor McGonagall whispered, and felt his face suddenly relaxed.

"Go ahead, fifth floor."

Professor McGonagall nodded at him.

Neville looked at his dean, stunned for a moment, and then began to rush upstairs desperately - he had never been so anxious to go up the stairs, but today's stairs were simply too long.

But fortunately it finally arrived.

He took a deep breath, mustered all his fighting strength, and pushed open the deadly heavy door.

"you are?"

A vaguely familiar witch, probably in her forties, stared at him and pointed her wand at him almost before Neville could react.

But the wand and the arm holding it fell almost instantly, and then he was hugged tightly - the hug was so tight that it almost suffocated him, but the hug was so warm that he didn't want to say a word.

"Alice?"

A voice that Neville was not familiar with came from inside, followed by a face that vaguely existed in his memory, but this face was filled with scrutiny and some uncertainty about reality.

Neville felt like he was being spun in circles - but he had no intention of struggling to free himself.

"Neville?"

He heard his father shout this, but his tone was not certain.

Then he saw his grandmother looking around with her handbag, and finally chose his father's butt and fucked him hard.

"mom!"

"Frank, be serious!"

"But I just took a nap. Although I was very happy to marry Alice, the next day when I woke up you told me that my son is almost older than me!"

(End of this chapter)