Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 68: Neville Longbottom
[You practiced flying to expert standards, proficiency +50]

A new flight-related title has been unlocked.

When he left the Quidditch pitch, his flying skills had also progressed from "beginner" to "expert."
Sheen opened the panel naturally:

[Title: Intermediate Pilot]

[Significantly increases perception of flying broom magic, significantly enhances flying talent, and slightly increases short-duration bursts of flying power.]

Sheen held the Nimbus 2000 in his hand, still feeling a sense of unreality.

The thing that had troubled me for so long has come into my hands in such an unbelievable way.

Professor McGonagall was as warm as the old lady who often visited the orphanage, who would always bring some pudding to Sheehan in his sickbed.

Sheen admired her just as much as he admired the professor.

For a moment, he truly considered Hogwarts as...home.

in the corridor,
Sheen suddenly heard a strange sound, like a little boy sobbing.

In the shadows at the end of the corridor, Neville Longbottom curled up against the cold stone wall.

The rough texture of the stone digs into his shoulders through his robe, but he barely feels it because a sharper pain is spreading from the depths of his heart, choking him.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, burning hot.

He bit his lower lip hard, trying to stop the shameful sobs, but only tasted the salty tears and a deeper sense of shame.

The scene from yesterday's Charms class kept replaying in his mind—he nervously waved his wand and recited the levitation charm, but instead a blinding beam of light shot out and struck the unsuspecting Professor Flitwick precisely.

He watched helplessly as the professor's small body was tossed into the air, crashing into the bookshelf behind him like a feather, quills and parchment scattering all over the floor.

At that moment, the whole world stood still.

However, after Professor Flitwick got up, he simply dusted off his robes and didn't utter a single word of rebuke.

However, this tolerance and patience weighed heavily on Neville's heart like the heaviest stone.

He doesn't deserve this kindness.

He's an idiot, an idiot who can't even master the simplest spells and might even hurt the professor.

Just like those Slytherins said...

He buried his face in his knees, his shoulders trembling violently.

Just then, hesitant footsteps echoed softly in the empty corridor and stopped not far away.

Neville was so frightened that he held his breath, hoping to become completely invisible.

The person seemed to observe him for a few seconds, and then the footsteps sounded again, lighter and slower, approaching cautiously.

Finally, the man stopped a short distance away from him and slowly squatted down.

"Longbotton?"

Michael was holding a book; in fact, he had important things to do today, but seeing this guy crying, he couldn't just ignore it.
“It’s normal for spells to fail; Professor Flitwick didn’t say anything about it, did he?”

Neville almost burst into tears again.
Michael panicked immediately and blurted out:

"It's just learning spells! Okay, I'll tell you a secret—"

Go down this corridor to a spiral staircase leading from the second to the third floor. Wait at the end of the first corridor, and you'll discover the secret to Mr. Finley's rapid progress.

After saying that, he slapped his forehead in frustration.

Damn it, this was a secret he had been observing for a long time before discovering. He had originally planned to go by himself, since he had been hoping to give Sheen a big surprise.

"what?"

Neville couldn't quite grasp it.

"Just go!"

Michael slipped a note into Neville's hand.
"Don't look at the note."

He gave him a word of advice, then left Neville standing there alone, stunned.

The note only contained:
【Sheen, please, please teach him. Your spell level is the highest.】

I've observed that Mr. Longbottom is simply lacking in self-confidence.

With you, the best little wizard so far, around, I guarantee he'll learn the Levitation Charm in thirty minutes—I'd gladly give you all my pudding for that.

—Your loyal Michael

Sheen stood at the intersection of the two corridors.

I heard the entire conversation clearly.

He quietly adjusted his route to the classroom, since Michael had gotten lost at the very end.

……

Sheehan often heard the Slytherins mocking Neville, and even in Gryffindor, he was always unpopular.

But his magical talent doesn't seem to be weak.

"Thank you, Mr. Green, thank you, thank you, and Michael..."

Neville's eyes were brimming with tears, as if Sheen had done something extraordinary.

In reality, Sheen simply handed him his notes and emphasized some key points, and he naturally cast the Levitation Charm.
They didn't even have time to reach the end of the second corridor.

However, what Sheehan didn't notice was that as Mr. Longbottom left with gratitude, two pairs of eyes appeared behind the sky-blue door crack.

Sheen then opened the classroom door.

With just a glance, doubt filled his eyes:

"Changing positions is also an option..."

His words made Justin and Hermione, who had hurriedly sat down, jump up and blush as they walked to their seats.

Damn it, I panicked just now...

Sheen seemed to be deep in thought, then continued practicing his spells as usual:

"Accio—Quill!"

He recited the incantation accurately, and the quill pen rose up and gently flew into his hand.

[You have practiced the Summoning Charm to a proficient standard. Proficiency +10]

[You have practiced the Summoning Charm to a proficient standard. Proficiency +10]

……

Sheen slumped into the chair, gulping down the potion.

Then open the panel:

[Summoning Charm: Beginner Level (3/900)]

【Clear Water Like a Spring Mantra: Beginner Level (2/900)】

[Levitation Spell: Beginner Level (200/900)]

Next, all you need to do is improve your proficiency with the Levitation Charm to meet Professor Flitwick's requirements.

Sheen looked at the stool with its obvious wooden splinter and pondered the possibility of making it float.

But before he could fully recover his strength, the first class of the afternoon was about to begin.

Wednesday,

The first class in the afternoon at Ravenclaw is Herbalism.

The greenhouse was now quiet.

The little wizards who used to gather together have disappeared.

Even among Hufflepuffs, few can consistently perform repetitive tasks in a greenhouse.

The growth of these amazing plants is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Once the novelty wears off, the remaining passion is rarely enough to sustain them on their journey.

Due to certain "attacks on professors" incidents, even Neville, who had always stayed in the greenhouse, disappeared.

Professor Sprout looked at the empty Greenhouse No. 1, and even his usually gentle, smiling face showed a hint of disappointment.

(End of this chapter)