Vol 2 Chapter 1114:

"Hi, Harry!" A familiar voice sounded behind Harry. &1t;/
"Neville!" Harry said with a sigh of relief, and turned to see a boy with a round face squeezing towards him. &1t;/
"Hello, Harry," a girl with long, large, dim eyes said to Harry behind Neville. "Luna, hi, how are you?"&1t;/
"Very well, thank you," Luna said. She held a magazine in both hands and placed it on her chest; the large print on the cover indicated that there was a pair of phantom glasses for free. &1t;/
"So what, it's not bad, right?" Harry asked. He has a good impression of this magazine, and received an exclusive interview with this magazine last year. &1t;/
"Oh of course, the traffic has been rising." Luna said happily. "Let's find a seat," Harry said, and the three of them set off, passing through a group of students who were watching them silently, and walking along the carriage. Finally they found an empty carriage, and Harry rushed in, thanking God. &1t;/
"They even stared at us," Neville pointed at himself and Luna, "because we are with you!"&1t;/
"They will stare at you because you helped me escape, and violating school rules is an exciting thing in itself. The group of people from the Daily Prophet will not let go of any clues."&1t;/
"Oh, yeah, I thought my grandma would be angry when she read the news," Neville said, "but she was really happy. I finally started to look up to my dad. She bought me a new one. Wand, look!" He drew his wand and showed it to Harry. &1t;/
"Cherry wood, unicorn hair core," he said triumphantly. "We think this might be one of the last wands sold by Ollivander, and he disappeared the next day—oh, come back, Leff!" He leaned under the seat to catch the toad , It is trying hard to jump to freedom. &1t;/
"We still have d, a... party this year, Harry?" Luna asked, she was tearing off her psychedelic-looking glasses. &1t;/
"Since we have gotten rid of Umbridge, this is unnecessary, right?" Harry sat down. &1t;/
Neville got out of the chair and bumped his head. He looked very disappointed. "I like d.a...! I have learned a lot from you!"&1t;/
"I also like this party," Luna said quietly. "It feels like having a lot of friends."&1t;/
Luna often talked about such uncomfortable things, and Harry felt like pity and embarrassment mixed in his heart. &1t;/
"Hey, Luna, I mean..." Harry remembered Fanlin's previous decision. &1t;/
Before he could respond, however, a commotion broke out outside the door of their carriage; a group of fourth-grade girls murmured and laughed on the other side of the window pane. &1t;/
"Go and tell him!" "No, you go!" "Then I'll come!" One of them, a brave-looking girl, opened the door and walked in. She has eyes and protruding eyes. The chin and a long black head. &1t;/
"Hey, Harry, my name is Romelda, Romelda Wenn," she said loudly and confidently. "Come and sit in our carriage? You don't have to sit with them." She whispered deliberately to Harry, pointing at Neville's and Luna. &1t;/
"They are my friends." Harry said coldly. &1t;/
"Oh," the girl looked very surprised. "Oh. Okay." She stepped out and closed the door behind her smoothly. &1t;/
"People think you should have cooler friends than us," Luna once again demonstrated her embarrassing frankness. &1t;/
"You are cool," Harry said immediately. "There are no guys who trust me and will help me resist. They didn't fight with me."&1t;/
"It's great for you to say that," Luna said with a smile, then pushed the phantom glasses onto the bridge of her nose and looked at it intently. &1t;/
"But we didn't face him," Neville said as he got out from under the seat, his head was full of fluff and dust, and he held the seemingly resigned Rifle in his hands. &1t;/
"You did it. You should listen to how my grandma talks about you. "That Harry Potter and Vahlin El are more spineless than the entire Ministry of Magic combined!" She is even willing to pay any price Let you be her grandson..."&1t;/
Harry smiled unnaturally and moved the subject to o as quickly as possible. . 1. On the results. &1t;/
When Neville repeated his grades aloud and began to wonder if he could study with only a "pass". e. . t. Harry just looked at him during the Transfiguration class, but didn't really listen to him. &1t;/
Neville's childhood, like Harry's, was destroyed by Voldemort, but Neville didn't know how close he was to the destiny of Harry. The prediction could have pointed to either of them, but Voldemort chose Harry as the target of the prediction for some puzzling reason. &1t;/
If Voldemort had chosen Neville in the first place, Neville should now be sitting across from him with a scar in the shape of lightning, carrying that heavy prophecy...Is it true? Will Neville's mother sacrifice her life to save him like Lily did protect Harry? She would definitely... but what if she didn't have a chance to stand between Voldemort and his son? So is there no such thing as a "true man" at all? &1t;/
Will the chair where Neville sits will be empty~EbookFREE.me~ Will there be no scars on Harry’s forehead? Will the person who kisses him goodbye become his own mother instead of Ron’s mother What? &1t;/
"Are you all right, Harry? You look a little weird," Neville said. &1t;/
Harry woke up suddenly. &1t;/
"Sorry—I—I’m nothing—I’m just..." Harry looked at Neville awkwardly. In fact, this thought appeared in Harry’s mind more than once, since he knew the choice, and After all the prophecies, Dumbledore’s explanation and Fanlin...&1t;/
Fanlin felt like he knew it early, or...&1t;/
"You got a phantom in your head?" Luna suddenly interrupted Harry's thoughts, then stared sympathetically at Harry from behind her huge colorful glasses. &1t;/
"I—what?"&1t;/
"Phantom bugs... they are invisible. They will float in from your ears and make your mind confused," she said. "I think I just felt a flying here." She patted her hands in the air, as if hitting an invisible moth. &1t;/
Harry and Neville looked at each other and quickly started discussing Quidditch. Compared to the incomprehensible things in Luna’s mouth, Harry would rather play in the mud in a Quidditch robe. What a fuck. &1t;/
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