Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

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But then, he showed no sign of hesitation.

He just looked at the thick fog in front of him, and then...slowly walked into the fog.

He is actually not a stupid person. The stupidity he showed in the last school year was actually more of a slow reaction caused by inferiority complex.

Especially after his parents successfully woke up from their previous almost desperate state, Neville began to gradually show his original talent - as the heir of the Longbottom family and the child of two Aurors, he should have been outstanding enough.

So at this moment, he reacted immediately.

Whatever the current situation means, it is definitely Ryan's work.

And now it seemed that Ryan hoped he could walk into the fog.

Out of absolute trust in his friend, he naturally would not hesitate.

And when Neville stepped into the fog.

He found that the fog in front of him began to gradually dissipate.

He seemed to have suddenly fallen into a pit.

Then he found himself in another scene.

He seemed to be standing on the top of an ancient mansion, with a garden and nursery below him, and a lion pattern on the edge of the wall not far away.

And Neville was certainly familiar with this place.

Because this is his home, the old house of the Longbottom family.

At this moment, Neville found that his body seemed to have become smaller and weaker.

He could see the walls and doors that seemed too large compared to his original memories.

He became what he was when he was a child.

And at this moment, behind him.

Albert Longbottom was watching him.

"Nar, you can't do this—Frank and Alice…you're their son, boy."

"You can't be a Squib, absolutely not."

He said this, his words filled with worry, nervousness, and a bit of determination.

Then Neville saw him hold out his hand to him.

Then, Neville felt his body lighten.

He flew up - or rather, he fell from the building.

"It's the memory of that day..."

At this moment, Neville was muttering to himself in his heart.

That's right.

He knew what was happening at this moment, it was his memory.

He remembered this day.

That was when he was six years old.

At that time, he had not yet felt his own magic power and had not yet awakened his magical talent.

So, his uncle, Albert Longbottom, made a bold choice without telling anyone.

He quietly brought Neville to the roof and pushed him directly down.

He hoped to stimulate Neville's magic in this way.

And finally...

"Buzz!"

Neville, who fell from the upstairs, felt his own emotions at this moment.

Pain, despair, powerlessness, fear, and... hatred.

That was a feeling he didn't want to recall.

But there is no doubt...

At this moment, under that huge emotional stimulation.

The flower of magic began to bloom in his body.

Neville felt his body hit the ground hard.

But under the instinctive protection of magic, his body swelled up like a ball and flew out.

Neville landed heavily in the nursery of the castle garden, breaking many flowers and plants.

This made him cry sadly - because among them happened to be a gift his grandmother gave him, asking him to plant it and give it to his parents.

Just as Ryan said - magic has its own characteristics, they will instinctively protect their masters, but in an uncontrolled way.

And the next moment, Neville found himself back on the roof of the old house.

He saw Albert again.

Everything started to repeat itself.

So at this moment, Neville felt strange again.

"..."

He looked at Albert, somewhat speechless.

"You're blaming me, aren't you?"

But at this moment, Albert said softly.

"..."

Neville still didn't speak.

But at this time, silence itself seems to be a signal.

Yes.

Neville Longbottom awakened his magical powers when he was six years old after his uncle threw him from a building.

But for the matter itself.

But he couldn't let it go.

So over the years, he and his uncle have remained quite close.

But deep down, he would always think of the day he fell.

And at this moment, all of this was presented so directly in front of him.

"You don't understand why I do this, and your magic doesn't understand either—you were too frightened the moment your magic awakened, so you're always confused, Nar."

Albert was speaking to Neville at this moment.

"You should look more carefully and feel more carefully."

His expression was cold and hard, just as Neville remembered it at the time.

The next moment, he stretched out his hand again.

So Neville was pushed down again.

He fell once more, familiar feelings and emotions coursing through his mind once more.

As a result, Neville couldn't help but feel angry.

Although as he grew older, he gradually understood the significance of Albert's actions - Neville was the only child of Frank and Alice, and the heir to the Longbottom family.

If he was a Squib, it would mean the end of Frank and Alice's wizarding bloodline, as well as the inheritance of the Longbottom family.

Albert had to do it when old lady Longbottom was reluctant.

For Longbottom, for Frank and Alice, for old Madam Longbottom... he had to do this.

Neville understood.

But people are always emotional.

He loved Longbottom, loved everyone in the Longbottom family.

But he still felt angry about the choices his uncle made.

The next moment, he fell to the ground again, was bounced away again, and returned to the top floor of the old house again.

He saw Albert still standing in front of him.

Neville was pushed down again.

Once, and again, and again.

Every time he fell, Neville could recall the complex and desperate emotions in his heart when he was pushed down.