Vol 2 Chapter 541: Poor Neville

Unless you count Neville melting his sixth boiler in the potion as a major event, nothing happened for the next two days.
What is worth mentioning is only Neville's tragic experience, although no one can save him.
Professor Snape's revenge seemed to have improved to a new level after a summer.
When Neville melted the sixth boiler, the ridicule was almost acrimonious.
Of course, Professor Snape detained Neville's classroom labor, which was a regular thing.
Worst of all, Professor Snape asked Neville to open his intestines to a bucket full of horned toads, which made him almost mentally broke when he returned.
On that dark night, of course, it was only for Neville, facing a lot of toads with long horns, this was really nauseating.
Neville seemed to be in a terrible state. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when he stumbled in from outside the lounge, looking like he had just thrown up.
"What's the matter, Neville?" Fanlin asked. He saw Neville pale and sitting on the sofa, and there were some nails...
"For more than six hours..." Neville's voice was a bit bitter, it looked like he...
"You finished those..."
"Toad, it. He has been in that basement for more than six hours. He asked me to spit out these toads. I vomited them all. Those things are really disgusting."
Neville looked unlovable, and it seemed that his pet toad should be retired so honorably.
The title of genocide.
"I suggest you clean your hands carefully," Fanlin said, and he distinguished that the entrails of those toads were still caught in Neville's nails.
"The blood of these toads is corrosive, and your hands are a little green." Fanlin touched his nose. He could do nothing but sympathize with Neville's experience.
Professor Snape had banned Fanlin from setting foot in his office because of Sirius. Now he is treated like Harry...
"Do you know why Snape is so bad-tempered?" Ron asked Harry as they watched Hermione teach Neville a clean-up spell how to remove the frog's intestines under his nails.
"I know." Harry said, "because of Moody."
As everyone knows, Snape really wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. His fourth year of competition failed. Snape always hated their former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and expressed his disgust, but he seemed surprising. He carefully hid his hatred of the magic eye, and it was true. Whenever Harry saw the two of them together-at dinner, or when they met in the hallway-he was clearly aware that Snape was running away from Mo Di's eyes, whether they are normal or magic eyes.
"I think Snape was a little scared, you know. Harry said thoughtfully.
"Think about it, if Moody turned Snape into a horned toad."
"Then we will throw him around in the dungeon..."
Ron said without thinking.
"This is a very challenging task, and I think you can work hard for it, waiting for one day you can turn Professor Snape into whatever you want."
But Ron seemed to be very motivated.
It is difficult for Fanlin to move him?
this is too scary.
However, I have to admit that after seeing Moody's turning Malfoy into a sable and then using his wand to control Malfoy's reciprocating motion between the air, the ground and the carats of underwear, Ron Well, it was really hard work on Transfiguration.
After hard work, he can turn his owl into a cup with wings and feathers.
It seemed that Ron was still a long time away from the success of Polymorphism.
"You don't really want to do this..." Fanlin tried to turn his gaze back to his spell book several times, but the more he did this, the more he wanted to ask Ron.
"Why not?" Ron replied.
"Don't be foolish. Snape is not as weak as Malfoy. It is so simple to be transformed. This requires you to have a high level of transformation skills and sufficient magic power."
"Fan Lin is fine, his magic power is sufficient." Ron said without thinking. "It seems that I can too."
Ron began to fantasize, "Improving polymorphism, completing Animagus, and turning Snape into a long-horned toad, this is the pinnacle of life."
Harry was a little speechless, he said unceremoniously, "Then you will represent Hogwarts in the Three Witch Fighting Competition and easily defeat the representatives of Boothbatten and Durmstrang."
"Plus the Quidditch World Cup, I always wanted this." Ron said.
This idea seems to fit his style very well.
"You guys, can this be true?" Ron asked suddenly.
Everyone was speechless.
"Perhaps......perhaps......maybe......" Neville said timidly ~EbookFREE.me~ That's right! "Ron looked very happy, he patted Neville on the shoulder.
"It started with the Three Witch Fighting Competition."
"Of course, if you can compete." Hermione said bluntly.
"Fred and George are already thinking of a way." Ron said.
"Do you really think that the two of them can find a way to break through Dumbledore's magic age limit?"
"Aging potion is good, reaching the age of seventeen early." Harry said nonchalantly.
"That thing doesn't work," Fanlin said, "It's just aging, time is your own, but I can accompany you with some permanent fixed potions and experience adults in advance..."
"How can I know if I don't try it?" Ron said, "And, what the is the permanent fix?"
"After you drink it, this medicine will make you age permanently."
"Forget it, I don't think I need it yet." Ron shook his head.
"I think you need it," Hermione said, "if you can ripen that head of yours."
"Ripe?" Ron said loudly, "Are you treating my head like a potato?"
"No, it's a tomato." Hermione said.
Ron's face flushed, and it looked so interesting.
"It's very appropriate." Harry nodded, seeming to look at Ron's head, "It's perfect."
Everyone laughed, except Ron.
Even Neville laughed unscrupulously, as if those bad toads had been driven out of his head.
Of course, if he sees his pet...
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