Neville discovered that in addition to herbal medicine courses, he had another favorite course - the ancient magic literature course.

It’s not that he has a special feeling for ancient magical literature, just like he is good at fiddling with all kinds of magical plants. On the contrary, because of his poor memory, he is one of the few poor students in the class. In the latest exam, his grades were just a little better than those of Slytherin’s Crabb and Goll.

He liked ancient magic literature courses because he liked the professors of this course. This reason was to some extent the same as the reason why he hated Potions courses.

"Navi, your grades are not the best, but your attitude is serious enough. This is what I admire." After a class, Professor Happ told him this and gave him a private bookmark.

The above is a short story written in magic text. According to the professor's words, this short story covers 127 theoretical ancient magic texts involved in this academic year.

With the help of Hermione, the ancient magic literature master, he completed the translation work-

‘Nar is a clumsy man.

This clumsiness was told by others, and over time, he himself thought so.

Nar likes to fiddle with soil dolls. He has a natural sensitivity to different types of soil characteristics. He likes to watch black, red, brown, white, gray, and various colors of soil form little by little in his hands, turning into exquisite and cute shapes.

This kind of love is stress-free and can bring comfort to Nar when he is sad.

His parents are very busy and don’t accompany him very much. Even the most important Christmas is just a hurry to meet him. His biggest wish is that they can spend more time with him.

Nar spent two months quietly completing a group of dolls with his parents and himself, who were holding them together and smiling happily.

He thought: When his parents saw it, they would definitely touch his head and smiled and said: Nal is the best.

On Christmas Day, Nal gave the gift to his parents. His parents looked at him in surprise because the doll was so delicate and touching. They said to him apologetically: We ignored you, you are not stupider than anyone else, we swear to accompany your growth.

Nal is very happy.’

...

Neville carefully put the bookmark in the ancient magic literature textbook, and his movements were cautious and cautious, which made Hermione a little jealous.

"Thank you, Hermione." He said sincerely.

"Ah? Oh, that's nothing..." Hermione was not used to his attitude and waved her hands repeatedly.

She returned to her seat, and Ron was looking at the test paper with a sad face, "Hermione, the questions you have made are too difficult."

"Is there any?" Hermione looked at him in surprise. "I always set questions according to what I said in class, and each question has a prototype."

Ron showed her the ancient magic textbooks that he had scattered notes. "Not everyone is like you, and I wish I could write down every word from the professor. This is the normal state of me. If you don't believe me, look at others." He cried and said, "Harry, Dean, Seamo..."

But Hermione completely disagrees. "My test paper does not exceed the syllabus, it is your own problem." She suddenly looked at Harry, "Do you think so too?"

Harry was startled and said tactfully: "Hermione, half of the students in the class failed this time."

Hermione collapsed on the table.

Harry opened his mouth, "Actually... it's not bad. Professor Happ said that it's almost the same difficulty in his final exam, and it's very reference-oriented, right? Ron?"

Ron quickly said, "Yes, that's right, that's it."

Hermione turned her head and turned her head to look at the center of the public lounge. Among the twins, Fred was the only one, but there were many people around Fred. He excitedly showed the heart-shaped couple mirror in his hand. "There are two functions of text and voice. There is almost no distance limit for text communication, which is enough for you to chat with friends from all over the world during the summer vacation. Voice dialogue can only cover the school scope at present, but this is the favorite of couples. I will demonstrate it to you once-"

He shouted to the couple's mirror: "George, where are you now?"

A clear voice came from the mirror, "I'm in the Ravenclaw common room, do you need me to describe the layout here to you?"

"I've been there, but some of our friends don't know yet," Fred said, blinking at the others.

The voice in the mirror said: "Then I will take you around the lounge at Ravenclaw College for the next time, I am George Weasley," he cleared his throat, "Let's start now-

The colors here are mainly bronze and blue, with stars painted on the ceiling and carpet. I also saw a white marble statue. There are many bookshelfs, in addition to various books, and some small ornaments...

Overall, although not quite the same as us, it looks novel. Speaking of this, I have to criticize a few words, Slytherin's underground lounge is like a dungeon…”

Lee Jordan looked at Fred in surprise: "You have also been to the lounge in Slytherin?"

Fred smiled and said, "We covered our heads and ran around in it."

George in the mirror was still talking, "...The small window can see the black lake, but it can't help but worry about whether he will be flooded while sleeping. Chains are hanging from the ceiling. The decoration style is similar to that of Felch's office, and the lighting is like a ghost fire-"

"George, you're off topic." Fred interrupted him.

"Okay," said the voice in the mirror. Although there was no one to see, many young wizards could imagine George opposite him shrugging, and even pretended to be smirking. "Next, let's randomly interview the students of Ravenclaw. Hello, what book are you reading? Your necklace is very beautiful, reminding me of the boss lady with three brooms. She is so charming..."

"George!" Percy shouted angrily at the couple's mirror.

But the voice of a trance-like little witch came from the opposite side: "The Selected World Jokes, a very interesting book."

"Is that right? I suddenly became interested. Dad's joke book is too old-fashioned. Who would be interested in the stinky creepy nests of monsters..." George said.

"It's Luna!" Hermione said to Harry and Ron in surprise, and they surrounded him.

Ron said, not sure whether he was worried or expectant, "This girl will definitely surprise us."

Next, almost the entire Gryffindor wizard heard Luna tell a cold joke in a somewhat ethereal voice. No one laughed, only George across the street asked with interest, "It sounds very good, but what is a lottery?"

At this time, another cheerful female voice appeared-

"It's a small card with stickers, and after scratching the card, there are prizes of different value; or ask you to guess a string of numbers..."

Percy in the lounge said in surprise: "Penello?"

The opposite asked in confusion: "Percy? This is the couple's mirror? It's better than I thought... I want to confiscate it. Are you Fred or George? I remember I paid the deposit."

George's voice across from him sounded a little awkward: "This is a sample, not to be sold for now. If necessary, Fred and I can tie Percy up and give it to you."

Next, Harry and the others didn't know the follow-up because Percy snatched the half of the couple's mirror from Fred and ran to the corner to whisper.
Chapter completed!