I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The school is an ivory tower, and the beauty in the ivory tower is something that people will remember for a lifetime.

The curiosity and longing of newly admitted students as they board the Hogwarts Express.

When crossing the Black Lake in a small boat, the big guy hiding under the Black Lake shook the boat and made people exclaim.

When they arrived at the oak gates of Hogwarts, they met the professor who would accompany them for the next seven years.

"Professor Longbottom."

Hagrid smiled innocently and greeted the man in the white wizard robe.

The man slowly turned around, his round face slimming down, making him less immature and more mature.

The wide sleeves covered his well-developed muscles.

Neville, who is already the head of Gryffindor, is in charge of the freshman sorting ceremony.

Neville, who once walked through this door, has now become a guide.

"Professor Hagrid."

Standing in front of the taller Hagrid, the tall Neville looked much thinner.

Hagrid wiped his tears emotionally, "In the blink of an eye, you have become a qualified dean."

In this school, Hagrid is undoubtedly very affectionate.

Years ago, as now, he came here with young Neville.

Today's Neville has long lost his immaturity.

His many years of teaching career have given him an erudite temperament.

This was Neville's first time presiding over Sorting House.

Hagrid would inevitably be moved to tears.

He pulled out the bandana and blew his nose with a squeaking sound.

Neville coughed twice and said, "Professor Hagrid, it's time for you to go in."

"Oh, you should listen carefully to Professor Longbottom." Hagrid then realized that as a Hogwarts professor, he also needed to attend.

Before he turned around and entered the auditorium, he rambled worriedly to the students.

Finally he entered, and Neville sighed, "Well, you have also seen Professor Hagrid's extra enthusiasm."

Some of the students were holding back their laughter. They were too fond of the emotional Professor Hagrid.

"keep the order."

Neville led the team inside.

In the auditorium, candles were floating in the sky.

Candles were brightly lit, and on four rows of long tables, students from the four colleges were eagerly anticipating this year's new students.

Minerva McGonagall sat in the middle of the staff table. Next to her was Professor Severus Snape, who had not become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

Hagrid sat on the edge, in stark contrast to the diminutive Ravenclaw Headmaster Flitwick.

The little Gryffindor lions were discussing that Professor Hagrid could eat Professor Flitwick with just one forkful.

Professor Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff who had taken a back seat, was all smiles. She clapped her hands to welcome the new students.

A stool is placed on the middle platform between the staff table and the student table.

After bringing the new students in, Neville stood next to the stool and dug out the student list in his pocket.

He was careless, like how he sometimes forgot to remind his students to wear earmuffs when pulling out mandrakes.

The principal, Professor McGonagall, couldn't see through it and whispered, "Professor Longbottom."

Neville looked at him in confusion, and Professor McGonagall pointed anxiously at the wizard hat on her head, "Hat."

"Oops, I forgot!"

Neville was reminded and hurried out.

When he entered the auditorium again, he had an extra hat in his hand.

There is a thin layer of dust on the hat, and the wrinkles on it resemble the mouth and eyes.

He was still mumbling, "You careless guy, please use less strength and don't lose my cum."

The hat, which had been muttering all the way, was placed on the stool.

"Oh, yes, it's time for me to sing."

The Sorting Hat appeared, and when it saw those little wizards with immature faces, it remembered its serious work.

The sound came from the hat.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome everyone."

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin."

"I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat."

"It's time to play my part."

"You could call me shabby."

"If this is the superficial appearance you see."

"But please listen to me and I will announce to which house you will be sorted."

"The brave Godric Gryffindor loves the strong, and his students are full of courage and justice."

"Rowenna Ravenclaw would teach only the brightest students."

"Good Helga Hufflepuff accepts anyone."

"Salazar Slytherin's students should be rational and ambitious about magic."

"..."

Listening to the Sorting Hat's broken gong voice singing, one feels as if one has mistakenly entered an opera house.

Among the new students, a red-haired child asked doubtfully: "My uncle said that Slytherin is obsessed with blood. When he was in school, Slytherin snakes were released in the school to bite all non-pure-blooded people. "

Apparently the Sorting Hat's song didn't match the version he heard from his uncle.

The girl with platinum blond hair in braids said, "That's your uncle talking nonsense!"

The strong girl made the red-haired boy blush. He felt that his uncle would not deceive him, but the girl's beautiful face made him dare not look into those beautiful eyes.

"Humph!" The girl who grew up surrounded by honey snorted.

She looked at the boy's ashamed look, but couldn't bear it, and said awkwardly: "If you admit your mistake, I will forgive you."

The boy pursed his lips and whispered, "Okay, I was wrong."

The girl nodded with satisfaction, stretched out her hand and said generously: "You will know that Slytherin is the best. My name is Alice, what is your name?"

"Me?" The boy blinked and was about to speak when he heard the sound of the Sorting Hat stop.

Neville began to pronounce names one by one.

He shut his mouth, making Alice stomp her feet in anger.

"Stella Weasley."

When I read this name, whispers started to sound around me.

"Weasley?"

"The second ancient clan."

"It seems that the head of the Magic Headquarters also has the same surname."

These sounds made the usually shy boy very embarrassed.

He stepped forward.

"Another Weasley."

The moment the hat was put on, the Sorting Hat became accustomed to this iron Gryffindor.

The Sorting Hat muttered: "Let me think about it, where should you go?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course you are."

"Your eyes are very special, like a great person."

"Then you..."

The Sorting Hat made a long voice, making Stella nervous.

He was very conflicted because his father was Gryffindor and his mother was Ravenclaw.

But my uncle said that all of their family are Gryffindors.

"Gryffindor!"

The Sorting Hat shouted, and everyone on the Gryffindor table cheered.

Stella was so relieved that he jumped off the stool and walked towards Gryffindor.

He felt a line of sight, turned his head and saw Alice's angry expression.

He froze, not knowing where he offended this girl.

"Alice Malfoy."

The name was read out, and there were discussions all around.

"Both the First Ancient Clan and the Second Ancient Clan are here."

"Malfoy? Is it Malfoy, the legendary Quidditch player?"

Alice was different from Stella. When she heard the discussion, she raised her chest and raised her little face.

Walk with confidence.

Neville looked at the expression and movements that were exactly the same as Draco's, and his expression froze slightly.

Putting the hat on Alice's hair, a muttering sound came from the Sorting Hat.

"Malfoy? You have the blood of two pure-blood families, right? You are very ambitious."

"I know where you need to go, and that's where you need to go."

Alice felt unhappy after hearing this. This old hat had been muttering for so long and was still full of dust. If she had known better, she would have had it cleaned before wearing it.

"You are so brave!" The Sorting Hat knew what Alice was thinking, and it was furious, "No one can touch my vagina, you have to go there, it is as annoying as that guy!"

"Slytherin!"

Before Alice could figure out who the guy was, she heard the Sorting Hat announce the result.

Slytherin burst into cheers, and Alice looked at Stella with a provocative look.

After Stella learned Alice's last name, she knew why her attitude toward herself changed.

Malfoy and Weasley.

This is a pair of enemies.

The Slytherin people shouted arrogantly to Gryffindor from afar, "We have Malfoy now!"

Not to be outdone, the Gryffindor said, "We have Weasley too!"

See, even the students know how good and bad these two families are.

Professor Snape's sinister voice sounded, "Malfoy, Weasley."

Other professors also looked nostalgic.

As soon as Alice arrived in Slytherin, she became like a little princess.

Starla felt envious.

Their school year started with this mutual shouting, and no one expected that they would become friends.

...

Hogwarts does not exclude competition between houses.

For this reason, Neville, as the Head of Gryffindor, often faces the death stare from the Head of Slytherin.

Neville was very tired. He was afraid of Snape before, but now he had to reason with Snape because of the deduction of points.

Sometimes, he really wants to go home and eat the loving and nutritious meals made by his wife.

Signs posted in the hallways of Hogwarts read, "No takeaways allowed."

Even so, it can't stop Owl Takeout from entering the school.

The administrator Filch expressed his annoyance. He couldn't fly, so naturally he couldn't catch those flying owls.

First place in hourglass points goes to Hufflepuff.

Compared to those two troublemakers who predictably get into trouble, Little Diggory in Hufflepuff is satisfying.

Even Snape couldn't catch little Digory's flaws.

The lively Hogwarts is like going back to the time when they used to be.

Forbidden forest and adventure are themes that every Hogwarts student cannot escape.

It seems that Hogwarts is so full of energy every day.

"I wish you could see this too, John."

In the office, Neville's quill made the final stroke.

He closed the diary.

His eyes fell on the love bento on the table and the sword that had not been sheathed for a long time.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw red hair and platinum blond hair coming towards him after smelling the smell.

Two people, you push me and I squeeze you.

In the end, they accidentally pushed the door open and fell on the floor.

Neville saw two little blushing faces, and then looked at the generous love lunch box.

"Dine together?"

Stella swallowed with anticipation.

Alice pretended to be arrogant, but the glances that frequently fell inside betrayed her arrogance.

The next seven years for Professor Longbottom will probably be even more exciting.

...

"New extra story, this time it's Neville Longbottom.

Gryffindor at Hogwarts, Longbottom's lion.

A wizard who is closest to the Witch King.

He has an excellent body and excellent swordsmanship.

He was willing to swing his sword at the world's greatest Dumbledore for the sake of his friends.

In order to protect themselves, they would rush towards those ferocious war machines without hesitation.

He is the lion of ancient Longbottom, the proud grandson of the old lady Longbottom.

He is an excellent husband who never disappoints his wife.

He is the sword bearer among the stars, holding the sword forged by the Witch King, and slaying the Dark Lord for him.

He has the courage to stand in front of everyone and will go through fire and water for his friends.

He is wise but foolish and is the best Herbology professor at Hogwarts.

He is the favorite professor of naughty students and the shield of the wizarding world.

He will draw his sword again and use the sharpest sword to face the most powerful enemy.

His sword exists for protection, and his magic is equally excellent.

He is Neville Longbottom.

The white ivory tower protects this thousand-year-old school.

He is the one closest to the Witch King among the stars, and is the inheritor of the Witch King's swordsmanship.

He is as representative of Gryffindor as the legendary Auror Harry Potter.

Likewise, it was the boy at the end of July whose destiny was to kill the Dark Lord. "