Shut up, you big fat bird! You're the one who harmed Professor Harris! How dare you say that! " Neville's shouts attracted a lot of attention, and the crowd immediately responded passionately.
When Algie heard Neville's voice and saw that the discussion was interrupted, he angrily scolded, "Neville! What nonsense are you talking about?! Go back to your dorm. Your grandmother and I will never allow you to learn necromancy. It's too dangerous. It's not something Longbottom should learn. "
Alan narrowed his eyes when he saw Neville being intimidated by his uncle's angry rebuke. "Mr. Algie Longbottom, I have to say, let's not talk about my Ancient Magic class first. Other than Herbalism, Neville could only get an O grade for his Magic Incantations and Defense Against Black Magic class. Most of his other classes were terrible, especially his Potions class."
Neville lowered his head when he heard Allen's words. Beside him, Freig held his arm worriedly. Pomona Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff College, looked at Allen disapprovingly, but didn't say anything.
Algie suddenly turned his head to Allen. "It's not up to you to judge my child!"
"You misunderstood. I'm trying to say that you haven't noticed the problem." Allen's words made Neville raise his head. Algie's eyebrows furrowed. He couldn't figure out what Allen was trying to say.
"Recently, I've noticed that Neville is not the best at learning difficult spells like Lightning. Although he's not the best, he's actually faster than many students …" Allen walked to Neville and patted him on the shoulder. "So, as your professor, I have some speculations."
Neville didn't understand what Allen was talking about. He felt his scalp tighten. He grimaced and couldn't help but cover his head with his hand.
"Next, I'll immediately perform a divination. Neville, when you feel that you're being watched, don't try to resist. Let us find out the truth about your current situation." Allen plucked a few strands of hair from Neville's head. The staff in his hand floated in the air. Allen's hands brushed the crystal ball at the bottom of the staff. Neville's hair burned and turned into a black mist that seeped into the crystal ball. The inside of the crystal ball was filled with black and white mist.
"Aren't we talking about ancient magic?" Paul Greengrass snorted and said disdainfully, "Dumbledore, don't you have any objections?"
"If this can help Mr. Longbottom, then I don't think it's a problem." Dumbledore still stood calmly at the side. He still didn't know what Allen had up his sleeves, but he thought that it was better to let Allen speak his mind as much as possible.
The staff hovering in the air suddenly returned to Allen's hand. He didn't have time to deal with the verbal dispute in the hall. He continued to cast another difficult prophecy spell, Retrospective Vision. When Allen was in 1066, he once cast this spell to explore the past and help Muggle Tuofei find his wife, Judith, who was captured by the Normans.
When Neville didn't resist, Allen cast the spell and soon saw with his own eyes the more detailed things that happened at the time calculated by the divination just now. The images and words were all seen by Allen one by one.
After the exploration, Allen placed the staff on the ground and took out a water pipe in the shape of a raven's skull from his waist pouch. He snapped his fingers to make the skull glow. Then, holding the other end of the pipe, he took a deep puff and slowly exhaled a large cloud of smoke.
The cloud of smoke twisted and spiraled upward, spreading to the sky above Allen's head and spreading out. In such a large hazy cloud of smoke, the scene of Neville's childhood that Allen had just seen with Retrospective Vision was displayed one by one in the sky.
Everyone stopped talking and looked up at the scene in the cloud of smoke.
"What are you trying to do? What do you want to do now have to do with what our school board is going to discuss today? " Sensing the content, Alji quickly raised his wand and tried to disperse the cloud of smoke, but Allen just glanced at the tip of his wand and Alji felt that the magic gathered in his wand was digested into nothingness.
Hermione deliberately shouted at the side, "Mr. Longbottom, aren't you curious about Neville's problem in this regard?"
"Miss Granger, this is a board meeting. No matter what your status in the magic world is, this is not the time for you to participate. I think this kind of meaningless thing should stop." Alji still had some lingering fear after his magic was dispelled. He glared at Hermione and said, "If some special drugs are added to this pipe, it will make it easier for the audience to see it. The first The Dark Lord did this before."
"Principal Dumbledore and so many professors are here. I don't think anyone would dare to show off in front of them." Allen said frankly. "But I'm sorry, Mr. Alji Longbottom, Mr. Neville Longbottom. What I'm about to show you might not be that interesting for the two of you …"
In the cloud of smoke above their heads, Alji Longbottom hung the eight-year-old Neville from the window upstairs with his ankles facing upwards. His wife, Aine, handed him a piece of protein cake. Alji's hand slipped and Neville fell down. Fortunately, Neville used his own magic to bounce himself up and across the garden and onto the road. This also proved that Neville was not a squib, but a magician. This made Alji unable to care about Neville anymore. Instead, he held the cake in his hand and smiled from ear to ear in front of the window.
As the cloud of smoke changed, a smaller Neville appeared in the sky. On the pier of Black Lake, Neville was careless and was pushed down by Alji from the pier of Black Lake. Alji allowed Neville to struggle in the lake and almost drown.
The wizards below were very surprised to see this scene. Many of the pureblood wizards knew that this was a common method used by pureblood families in ancient times to stimulate the magic of their descendants or to get rid of squibs. This method was similar to an accident to ensure that no squibs would appear in the family and bring shame to the family. However, in the current wizarding world, almost no pureblood family would use this method to harm their descendants. The more common method was to send them to the Muggle World.
If it weren't for the image displayed in the sky, even a wizard like Paul Greenglass would never have thought that someone in the Longbottom Family, who had always been upright and loyal, would actually continue such a bad habit. Due to his daughter's illness, Paul Greenglass doted on his daughter more than any other wizard family.
Neville stared blankly at these scenes that he had almost forgotten. He was young and didn't think about these problems. Now, these memories that he thought were an accident appeared in front of him in a more direct way. No matter how stupid he was, as he was almost an adult, he realized that something was wrong. No wonder Alji's uncle would attack him when his grandmother wasn't around. Every time he met with an accident, his grandmother would teach his uncle a lesson and take extra care of him.
Ben Bostel squinted his eyes and looked at Alji with disdain. Although his family's reputation wasn't as good as the Longbottom Family's, the Bostel Family didn't get rid of the bad habit of squibs that didn't care about family ties.
Allen asked calmly, "Mr. Longbottom, to Neville, is the ancient magic class more dangerous or your actions more dangerous?"
"These are all my actions. Neville, don't blame your grandmother and aunt. You should remember that they were against me doing this, so I could only find ways to distract them or make some attempts when they weren't around … "Alji took a few steps forward and put himself in a more eye-catching position. He adjusted his coat so that every word he said could be heard clearly by the other wizards." But I don't regret it. Neville's parents, Frank and Alice, were captured by the Death Eaters because they fought against the Unknowns. Unfortunately, they were tortured by the Death Eaters with the Heart-Piercing Curse. They were very good Aura, and Neville was their only descendant. As Neville's uncle, I can't let my brother Frank's child be discriminated against by others! "
"Alji, I don't agree with what you did to your nephew." Amelia Burns adjusted her monocle with her hand and said in a loud and deep voice, "But, Professor Harris, what does the Longbottom family matter have to do with what we, the school board members, are gathered here to discuss today?"
(End of Chapter)
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