Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 71 The Frog Prince

Over the next hour and a half, everyone's morale noticeably dropped, and Fred and George stopped playing the dive bombing game.

After training, Robin declined Katie Bell's invitation to dinner and went straight back to the tower with Harry to tell Hermione and Ron about Snape's appointment as a referee.

"Well, he really has no bottom line when it comes to the Academy Cup."

Ron put away the Wizard's Chess set and complained.

"Write a joint letter, pleading with the principal to change the referee."

Hermione suggested.

Robin shook his head. "Snape was appointed as a referee by Headmaster Dumbledore's special permission. Unless he makes a serious mistake or suffers from a serious illness, the headmaster has no reason to replace him."

"Then... lure him to the far right corridor on the fourth floor and let Louie bite off his leg."

Ron's "brilliant" suggestion earned him three eye rolls.

"Let's finish this quickly and not give Snape even a moment to cause trouble."

Robin looked at Harry's worried face and said thoughtfully, "In the original book, Harry broke the record for the shortest Quidditch match in February 1992!"

After Harry realized the meaning behind his roommate's words, his brows furrowed even more. "Robin, you think too highly of me."

"Robin's suggestion is a good one, Harry. I believe in you. Robin, Professor Quirrell."

"Oh, I heard from Ms. Hodge that Quirrell is engrossed in researching wolfsbane potion, so he won't be in the Quidditch stands."

The research on wolfsbane medicine is fake; the real fear is the gaping maw and white porcelain teeth!

"That's good!"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

dong dong!dong dong!

A strange thumping sound drifted from the entrance to the lounge, and the four immediately stopped their discussion and turned to look at the cave entrance.

Neville, with his legs together like a big, clumsy fish that had just come ashore, waved his fins and thumped forward. Finally, with a splash, he fell face-first out of the hole, and then, like a little rabbit that had just learned to walk, hopped and skipped all the way to the sofa chair.

He had probably been bullied; his shaman's robe was wrinkled, and there were five or six small shoe prints on his chest. His hair was messy, and there were two tear tracks at the corners of his eyes.

"Who did this to you?"

Robin waved his wand and cast a dispelling spell on the unlucky fellow, causing his previously locked legs to separate instantly.

Neville stood up, but he was trembling all over. Robin pulled him to sit on the sofa and asked, "Who did this to you?"

Neville sniffed, his voice trembling as he said, "It was Malfoy. Rafer disappeared again. I looked everywhere for him and ran into him at the library entrance. He said he'd been looking for an opportunity to practice his Leg Locking Charm. After I fell, Crabbe and Goyle stomped on my chest really hard. Ugh, my chest still hurts."

"Go find the dean and file a complaint against him for all three of us," Hermione said angrily.

"I don't want to cause any more trouble, and I don't want to worry Grandma."

"The more you fear and worry about this and that, the more he will bully you," Ron said, exasperated.

"Thank you! But you don't need to remind me that I'm a coward," Neville said, his voice choked with emotion.

Robin: →_→, young man, a man fights! You're the Gryffindor Sword Saint, after all!

Robin handed Neville a bag of Bebop Beans, comforting him, "In my opinion, you're ten times better than Draco Malfoy. Think about it, how many people don't hate Slytherin? The Sorting Hat, with its intellect and wisdom, sorted you into Gryffindor, while the arrogant Malfoy was sorted into that awful house. That essentially proves you're better than him. Besides, you're a wizard too, you know magic. Raise your wand and fight him, beat him up, and he'll know you're tough and won't dare bother you anymore."

"I can't beat him!"

"How will you know if you don't try? Besides, I, Robin, Ron, Harry, and even Seamus and Dean will fight alongside you."

Hermione said with a serious expression.

"That's right!" Harry and Ron agreed.

With the four men's reassurance, Neville smiled slightly. He tore open the candy bag, put one in his mouth, and then, with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, said aggrievedly, "It tastes like booger."

Smell of boogers?

Um, the taste isn't weird, so can it be called weird-tasting Bibi Beans?

"Thank you all, I...I want to go to sleep."

Neville clutched the bag of candy beans, took seven or eight steps, then suddenly stopped, his body trembling as he cried out, "Rive, waah, my toad, Rive, please don't leave me."

Well, everything's back to square one!

Hermione clenched her fists and puffed out her cheeks, seemingly angry at Neville for being so disappointing.

Ron shrugged and tore into a chewy candy, indicating that anyone who wanted to persuade him could do so.

Harry stared worriedly at Neville's retreating figure, his fingers subtly reaching for a tissue.

"Leave it to me!"

Luo Bin strode forward, skillfully took out a crystal ball, and mumbled incantations while touching the ball. After finishing, his body jerked violently, as if he had seen a strange sight.

"Divination?"

Neville wiped away his tears and asked blankly.

"What else can I do? Stop crying, I see your toad, it's right here."

"Where?"

"Listen to my instructions. Come on, turn 90 degrees to the left, take three steps forward, yes, that's right, that spot. Come on, turn 90 degrees to the right, squat down, put your temples on the floor, and look ahead."

"Lever, I see it!" Neville shouted excitedly.

He grabbed the toad that was sleeping under the sofa chair and, without caring about the dirt, kissed its lips passionately.

Thirty seconds later, Robin, finding it rather offensive, spoke up to stop them: "That's enough, Neville, stop it. Rafer isn't a prince under a curse, and you're not a princess. You two... won't spark any romance."

"Prince? Princess? Sparks?"

Neville didn't understand Robin's teasing, but he stubbornly believed that the other man was praising his Leif. "Thank you, Robin. I want to go to sleep."

Neville hugged Rafer tightly and walked into the boys' dormitory.

"Toad, Neville, Prince, Princess, is there any special meaning behind these four?" Ron asked, looking completely bewildered.

"The Frog Prince is a fairy tale that circulates among Muggles."

"It tells the story of a prince who was cursed by a witch and turned into a frog. One day, he helped a princess who had promised to kiss him by retrieving a golden ball that had fallen into a pond."

"After the princess received the golden ball, she broke her promise and hid back in the castle. The frog hopped after her to the castle to demand an explanation. Under the guidance of the king and queen, the princess realized her mistake and kept her promise by kissing the frog."

"A kiss of true love shattered the witch's curse, and the frog transformed back into a prince, living happily ever after with the princess."

Hermione raised her chin and began to enthusiastically explain the fairy tale of "The Frog Prince".

However, Ron couldn't grasp the beauty of "The Frog Prince," and he was struggling with what kind of spell could turn that annoying Malfoy into a frog that could only croak.

In response, Luo Bin said, "Young man, the things you focus on are quite peculiar!"

When Hermione got impatient with the question, she snapped, "If you're so capable, go bother Professor McGonagall!" and dashed into the girls' dormitory.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, the three of them decided to go back to their dorm to sleep.

(End of this chapter)