A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 229 Neville's Favorite

Neville discovered that, in addition to Herbalism, he had another subject he liked—Ancient Runes.

It wasn't that he had a special affinity for ancient runes, like his skill in manipulating various magical plants. On the contrary, due to his terrible memory, he was one of the few poor students in the class, and in the most recent exam, his grades were only slightly better than Crabbe and Goyle of Slytherin.

He liked Ancient Runes because he liked the professor, a reason that was somewhat the same as why he disliked Potions.

"Neville, your grades aren't the best, but your attitude is serious enough, and that's what I admire about you," Professor Hyp said to him after one class, and also gave him a handmade bookmark.

The above is a short story written in runes. According to the professor, this story covers 127 theoretical ancient runes that have been covered this academic year.

With the help of Hermione, the ancient literary genius, he completed the translation work—

Nar is a clumsy person.

This clumsiness was something others told him, and over time, he came to believe it himself.

Nar loves playing with clay figurines. He has a natural sensitivity to the characteristics of different types of clay. He enjoys watching black, red, brown, white, and gray clay take shape little by little in his hands, becoming exquisite and adorable shapes.

This affection is without pressure, and it brings comfort to Nar when he is sad or upset.

His parents are very busy and don't spend much time with him. Even on Christmas, the most important day, they only see each other briefly. His biggest wish is for them to spend more time with him.

Nar spent two months secretly completing a set of dolls, including his parents and himself, all linked together, smiling happily.

He thought: When Mom and Dad see this, they will definitely pat his head and say with a smile: Nal is the best.

On Christmas Day, Nal gave his present to his parents. They looked at him in surprise because the doll was so exquisite and touching. They said to him apologetically, "We have neglected you. You are no less intelligent than anyone else. We promise to take good care of you as you grow up."

Nar was very happy.

……

Neville carefully placed the bookmark in the textbook for Ancient Runes, his movements so cautious and deliberate that Hermione was a little jealous.

"Thank you, Hermione," he said sincerely.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing..." Hermione wasn't used to his attitude and waved her hands repeatedly.

She returned to her seat, where Ron was staring at his test paper with a long face. "Hermione, the questions you set were too hard."

"Really?" Hermione looked at him in surprise. "I create questions based on what we teach in class, and every question has a prototype."

Ron showed her his ancient runes textbook, which was covered in scribbled notes. "Not everyone is like you, trying to memorize every single word the professor says. This is the normal state. Look at the others if you don't believe me." He complained, "Harry, Dean, Seamus..."

But Hermione completely disagreed. "My test wasn't beyond the syllabus; it's your own problem." She suddenly looked at Harry. "Do you think so too?"

Harry was startled and said tactfully, "Hermione, half the class failed the exam this time."

Hermione slumped dejectedly onto the table.

Harry opened his mouth, "Actually...it's not so bad. Professor Hyp said his final exams were about this level, so it's pretty relevant, isn't it, Ron?"

Ron quickly replied, "Yes, that's right, exactly."

Hermione turned her head away and looked towards the center of the common room. Only Fred of the twins was there, but he was surrounded by a lot of people. He excitedly showed off the heart-shaped couple's mirror in his hand, "It has both text and voice functions. Text communication has almost no distance limitations, enough for you to chat with friends from all over the world all day during the summer vacation. As for voice communication, it currently only covers the school area, but it's the favorite of couples. Now I'll demonstrate it for you—"

He called out to the couple's mirror, "George, where are you now?"

A clear voice came from the mirror, "I'm in the Ravenclaw common room. Would you like me to describe the layout to you?"

Fred said, "I've already been there, but some of our friends don't know yet." He winked at the others.

The voice from the mirror said, "Then I'll show you around the Ravenclaw common room. I'm George Weasley," he cleared his throat, "Let's begin—"

The colors here are mainly bronze and blue, with stars painted on the ceiling and carpet. I also saw a white marble statue, and the bookshelves had various volumes of books as well as some small ornaments...

Overall, while it's quite different from ours, it looks very novel. Speaking of which, I have to offer a few criticisms; Slytherin's underground common room is like a dungeon…”

Li Jordan looked at Fred in surprise: "You guys even went to the Slytherin common room?"

Fred chuckled and said, "We ran around inside with our heads covered."

George in the mirror was still talking, "...The small window offers a view of the Black Lake, but it makes one worry about being flooded while sleeping. Chains hang from the ceiling, the decor is similar to Filch's office, and the lighting is like will-o'-the-wisps—"

"George, you've gone off-topic," Fred interrupted him.

"Alright," said the voice in the mirror. Although they couldn't see anyone, many young wizards could imagine George shrugging across from them, even giving a mocking smirk. "Next, let's do some random interviews with Ravenclaw students. Hello, what book are you reading? Your necklace is beautiful; it reminds me of the landlady of the Three Brooms. She's absolutely stunning..."

"George!" Percy shouted angrily at the couple's mirror.

But then came a dazed little witch's voice from the other end: "The World's Best Jokes, a very interesting book."

"Really? I'm suddenly interested. Dad's joke book is so old-fashioned. Who would be interested in a troll's smelly armpits..." George said.

"It's Luna!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise to Harry and Ron, who then gathered around.

Ron said, whether with worry or anticipation, "This girl will definitely give us a surprise."

Next, almost all the young wizards in Gryffindor heard Luna tell a corny joke in a somewhat ethereal voice. No one laughed, except for George across from her, who asked with interest, "Sounds pretty good, but what's a lottery?"

Just then, another cheerful female voice appeared—

"It's a small card with a sticker on it; scratching it off reveals prizes of varying value; or it might ask you to guess a string of numbers..."

Percy, in the lounge, exclaimed in surprise, "Penelope?"

The person opposite asked in confusion, "Percy? This is the couple's mirror? It's even better than I imagined... I was thinking of confiscating it. Are you Fred or George? I remember I paid a deposit."

George's voice sounded somewhat embarrassed: "This is a sample, not for sale right now. If you need it, Fred and I can tie Percy up and send it to you."

What happened next is unknown to Harry and the others, because Percy snatched the half of the couple's mirror from Fred and went to a corner to whisper to each other.

Fred remained where he was, smiling broadly at everyone: "That concludes the demonstration. Advance bookings are only three Galleons. Friendly reminder: prices will be increasing soon..."

(End of this chapter)