Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

The road is long.

Jack and the others didn't go up on foot, but took the carriage that Neville had summoned.

The carriage is a bronze statue.

As far as Jack knew, Neville's transformation skills were not that powerful.

The answer is obvious.

This carriage is an alchemical creation.

Since one of these statues is an alchemical creation.

It is not difficult to imagine that others may also be alchemical creations.

Even all bronze statues are alchemical creations.

This shows that the Neville family has a really deep heritage.

That's weird.

How do I remember that his parents seemed to have been taken out of their home and tortured?

Jack was a little confused.

I don’t want to reiterate it again and again, but he really has no impression of the original plot.

It's good to remember that Voldemort had six Horcruxes.

It's six Horcruxes, right?

Shaking his head slightly.

Get rid of unnecessary emotions.

Novels are novels, movies are movies, and reality is reality.

If they were confused, I might not even know how they died.

After reminding yourself from the bottom of your heart, turn your attention to the present moment.

Hermione was very interested in carriages.

He asked Neville a lot of questions.

Neville looked embarrassed in response to these questions.

How does he know how this carriage is made?

How do you know what kind of power it uses?

Not to mention why it can manifest changes based solely on commands, without the need to wave a wand?

Stop asking. Stop asking.

It's stupid enough, but if I ask again, I'm afraid the CPU will dry out.

Fortunately.

The carriage moved at a good speed, and the seemingly distant journey was quickly reached.

The group got out of the car.

Hermione stopped asking questions about the carriage.

But that didn't mean Neville got any easier.

Because Hermione turned her target to the castle in front of her.

A residence carefully built by a wizard family that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Even if it's not as magical as Hogwarts, it's not that simple either.

Hermione looked carefully at all the objects she saw.

From the beasts carved on the walls to the strangely glowing patterns on the ceiling.

Observe one by one.

Neville was afraid she would suddenly ask a question.

Quickly open the door.

Lead people in.

The building layout is slightly different from Hogwarts.

Behind the castle gate, there is a corridor about ten meters.

Passing through the corridor, you arrive at a huge hall.

The decoration inside the hall is magnificent and elegant.

It can be seen that if a banquet is held here, it will definitely be luxurious and high-end.

It's a pity that there is no party at this time.

Nor were there large numbers of participants.

There was only one old woman in such a large hall.

That was Neville's grandmother, Augusta Longbottom.

She was wearing a hat decorated with a stuffed eagle that she had seen before, and she was wearing a smart robe.

"Welcome to Longbottom Castle." Augusta greeted seriously.

watch carefully.

You can see the corners of her mouth rising slightly, with a hint of a smile.

But people who weren't familiar with her wouldn't be able to tell that she was in a pretty good mood at this time.

"I am the master of this place, Augusta Longbottom."

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione quickly made a wizarding salute.

"Jack Dawson." Jack also saluted, "Thank you for allowing us to visit."

"No need to be too polite, you are all friends of Neville." Augusta nodded slightly, "I heard a lot about you from Neville. The most important thing is that I saw that with your help , he’s made great progress. I’m really grateful for that.”

"This is what we should do." Jack responded with a smile.

The two sides complimented each other for a while, and then Augusta said: "Neville, come and greet your classmates. I have something to deal with and I must leave first."

"Okay." Neville responded quickly.

"Students, I hope you have fun." Augusta nodded lightly, turned and left.

When her figure disappeared into the hall, Hermione and Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your grandma looks really powerful. She feels even more powerful than Professor McGonagall." Hermione patted her chest lightly.

Is this what the patriarch of a pure-blood family should look like?

Glancing at Neville who was also relieved, he couldn't help but shake his head.

The two acted as if they were not from the same family.

They are both Longbottom, why is the difference so obvious?

"Well, my grandma is a very strict person, even stricter than Professor McGonagall." Neville expressed his thoughts, "It doesn't seem to be all true. How can I put it... Grandma has a majesty about her."

"Indeed." Hermione nodded repeatedly, "Talk to her... Oops, I even forgot to take out my things."

"What?" Neville was a little confused.

Grandma Neville's welcome was just a small episode.

Jack and the others have to go through the small steps when visiting your home.

But this step seemed too serious.

So much so that Hermione forgot to take out the gifts she had brought with her on this trip.

after all.

It is common sense to visit your home and bring a small gift.

"They are some gifts." Hermione frowned, looking self-blaming, "Why did I forget this? Look at my memory!"

Upon hearing this, Neville and Jack looked at each other.

Then he shook his head helplessly.

Honestly.

When it comes to memory, Neville himself is a loser.

Even with the help of memory balls.

You can't even remember what you forgot.

By the way.

The memory ball is an alchemy item that looks like a small transparent crystal ball.

When the holder forgets something, it will turn from transparent to red to remind the holder.

Neville needs the help of memory balls.

One can imagine how bad his memory is.

If Hermione's matter were put on him.

Maybe you bought a gift but forgot to bring it when it came time to visit.

It’s also possible that you forget to buy gifts and just come to your door.

Yes, that's what his memory is.

"It's okay, grandma won't say anything even if she finds out." Neville quickly comforted him, "Anyway, I often forget key things, and she's used to it."

"How can you compare this to me?" Hermione frowned, "You are her grandson, I am not."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing." Jack quickly interrupted.

It's not a big deal, just leave it at that.

No matter how noisy it is, it will be too ugly.

"Just give the stuff to Neville directly."

"That's right." Neville looked at Hermione nervously.

I was afraid that she would say something again.

He was so anxious that he asked: "By the way, have you eaten? It's almost time for dinner, shall we eat first?"

"Not yet." Jack touched his belly. "Although I don't feel hungry, it's definitely time for dinner. Let's eat first and wait to see your treasure."

"Okay, I'll let the house elf prepare it."

After Neville finished speaking, he went to tell the house elves to do their work.