Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 170 You are hopeless, I said so (page 12)

Early the next morning, Gryffindor lounge.

The rapid and harsh sound of the alarm clock woke Neville up. His sleep had never been as good as that of other classmates. As soon as the alarm clock rang, he jumped up excitedly.

Then he glanced left and right.

Ron was lying on the bed scratching his belly and muttering something: "Snape, I'm a prefect - Slytherin points will be deducted!!"

Seamus had kicked the quilt under the bed and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"It's good that I didn't disturb them."

Neville breathed a sigh of relief and reluctantly moved to the bedside. As soon as he stepped down, there was a loud squeak.

"Leif, you're back!" Neville picked up the huge toad in surprise and stroked it twice.

If there was anyone Neville cared about most in this school, it would definitely be Leif.

Then he put it on the bedside table: "I have to go."

"Gugua——"

The sun had not yet risen. Neville glanced at the time, quickly put on his clothes, and then walked out of the lounge nervously.

The Fat Lady was disturbed in her sleep, but she was not angry. She was just surprised by Neville's behavior.

"If there is another attack in the school, I will tell the teachers about it as soon as possible." The woman in the painting who guards the Gryffindor common room muttered.

Neville was very nervous on the way down.

He didn't have much confidence. It could even be said that he regretted agreeing so easily yesterday.

It's not that he hasn't been trained. When he was still at home, Uncle Algie often gave him some "special training" in order to stimulate his wizarding abilities.

For example, running continuously, or swinging a torch around him to burn his hair, etc.

Until one time, he was "missed" by his uncle and fell out of the upstairs window. In that accident, he also bounced into the flowers like a ball, officially proving that he was not a squib.

Only then did these trainings come to an end.

Soon, he arrived at the second floor and walked down.

At the same time, he also heard a familiar, sarcastic voice,

"If he can come, I'll count him as the winner -"

At this moment, Draco who was speaking also saw him on the stairs.

"Harry, I'm not late," Neville said, trotting down quickly.

Harry shook his head: "We just arrived."

Then, he turned his head and looked at Draco with a half-smile: "Keep talking."

"Even if he wins half of it." Draco's mouth twitched.

"What about the other half?" Harry asked.

Behind them, a yawning Crabgoyle was also curious.

"If he can pass today's training, he will win over his other half." Draco raised the corners of his mouth with disdain and looked at Neville: "Come on."

"Haha." Harry smiled angrily, then looked at Neville: "Ignore him, let's go."

Neville nodded, and then followed a few others to the grassland outside the school.

It's only early January now, and there's still a lot of unmelted snow on the walls, so the air is always filled with frost.

Then, he saw Harry and the others making strange movements.

"what is this?"

"Warm-up exercise." Draco explained: "Just learn it, otherwise your legs and feet will cramp in a while and you will cry in pain."

Neville nodded and followed the movements of a few people and started to move strangely.

Then we started our morning run.

Although he didn't know that he had to do this because he was a wizard, he still followed it honestly. But soon, his body couldn't keep up, his legs and feet were sore, and he felt sticky with sweat in the thick clothes on his body. The sun at noon probably didn't make him blush now.

"On your left."

A figure quickly passed him.

"Leave him alone, he's not smart. When he ran for the first time, he just wanted to fight and got cramps. Now he deliberately wants you to taste the cramps." Harry said a few words while slowing down his speed, and then He ran forward quickly again.

"On your left!"

Unfortunately, Draco's plan failed.

It wasn't that Neville had no temper, but it was true that he was a little too chubby.

The warm-up exercise for a few people had already made Neville feel like his heart was about to beat out of his chest and he was sweating profusely.

So much so that he could only lie weakly on the grass stained with morning dew, not feeling cold, only feeling cool.

In a daze, through the morning light rising in the east, he seemed to see a figure sitting on the eaves of the third-floor window, with white hair and an extremely old face. He was wrapped in a black robe, and his eyes were as cold as an eagle.

Looking at them disdainfully and condescendingly.

"This is."

Neville rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the man had disappeared, and Harry's face appeared instead.

"Is it okay? If not, just watch us practice first."

"Okay!" Neville put what had just happened behind him. Although he had never responded to any of Draco's previous words, he had already accepted such a plausible challenge in his heart.

Of course, only in my heart.

As a professional "loser," he has become accustomed to not saying anything about himself for fear of inviting ridicule.

"Then stand up." Harry stretched out a hand and pulled Neville up.

"Get your wand out and get ready," Harry said.

"How do you fight today?" Draco said. He spent a lot of thought last night and came up with a set of combos, and he couldn't wait to open some people's eyes.

"Well, let's look at Neville, who do you want to pick as your opponent?" Harry said.

Neville pointed at Draco without hesitation.

"You have courage." Draco raised the corner of his mouth and accepted Neville's challenge.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and took the initiative to move aside.

Soon, Neville and Draco were walking towards both sides with their backs to each other, while Harry acted as the starter, counting down for them.

"three"

"two"

"One"

The next moment, as soon as Neville turned around, he heard Draco's incantation.

"Everything is petrified."

Then, Neville's body collapsed to the ground.

Everyone was frightened by this scene. How could this possibly not even have time to react and dodge to the side?

And Neville himself felt ashamed of his performance. He even wanted to crawl into a hole in the soil like an ant and disappear quickly.

Suddenly, an old and disdainful voice sounded in his ears.

"It's exactly what I inferred when I first saw it, pure trash."

"I'm not" Neville wanted to respond, but was restrained by the spell and couldn't speak at all.

"Isn't it?" the voice asked doubtfully, which immediately startled Neville.

"That's what I thought in my heart, but when the time comes, what comes out of my mouth is either silence or cowardly words like 'You're right'." The voice continued.