"A brand new school year".

These words made the old students feel a little uncomfortable. They always felt that Dumbledore was saying "there are new events coming". What terrible things will happen in the castle this time?

last year.

A lot of things were obscured by the Triwizard Tournament and the Butcher of Little Hangleton.

It looks joyous, but when you think about it, it's scary that each school year is more dangerous than the previous one.

When Harry Potter first entered school, in his first year, it was just a dark wizard causing chaos. In his second year, Lockhart was sacrificed, and in his third year, he was surrounded by a group of Dementors, but at least, only one life was lost.

But what about fourth grade?

Barty Crouch died, Ludo Bagman and Karkaroff were missing, and their lives and deaths were uncertain. The conspiracy against Harry Potter caused the death of twelve more people...

This year... they hate the word "new".

What kind of trouble will Harry Potter face next?

Dumbledore led the students to sing the school song listlessly, and the prefects of each college led the freshmen.

As Harry had guessed, the head girl of Gryffindor was the Indian-born Parvati Patil. She was very smart and outstanding, and among witches of her age, she was only slightly inferior to Hermione and as outstanding as her twin sisters in Ravenclaw.

Lavender's facial features drooped and twisted, she was very unhappy. Why was she not the prefect, but that girl...who was better than her in appearance, personality, and academics, but whose figure could not compare with hers?

Little Ronnie will be seduced away.

Ron enjoyed this feeling very much. He had never felt that his presence was so strong. The little first grader kept asking him questions and he patiently answered them one by one, using all his experience in taking care of his younger sister.

After not seeing each other for two months, the old friends reunited and had a lively time until one in the morning, when the last group tiptoed out of the lounge.

Harry and the other three were the only ones left.

"School has just started, why don't you relax for a while?" Ron yawned, his voice a little hoarse, "Are you still studying?"

"We have an OWLS exam this year!" Hermione was a little anxious. "This is very important, Ron, you have to take it to heart. You are the prefect, you have to set a good example."

Ron had a heart attack: "Hermione, you sound a lot like Dean McGonagall."

Hermione glared.

Ron shrank his head and muttered quietly, "You will make an excellent Gryffindor Headmaster in the future."

"What a shame, we have to wait until after graduation." Hermione sighed.

Ron didn't dare look at her directly, and looked at Harry: "Harry, what about you? The OWLS exam is not difficult for you. You are the same as Hermione..."

"I'm waiting for someone." Harry looked up and looked towards the passage leading to the dormitory.

A slightly bloated figure approached quietly.

"Neville?" Ron followed his gaze and leaned over to look. He couldn't see his face clearly, but there were only a few people of his size in the whole school. There was only one Neville in Gryffindor.

"It's me." The visitor nodded, quickened his pace, and sat down opposite the three people.

"I thought you fell asleep and wouldn't come tonight." Harry closed the book, sat up straight, and looked at him. "Tell me, what's the matter with inviting me to meet at the beginning of the school term?"

Hermione also closed her book and sat up straight.

"Is Barty Crouch Jr. really still alive?" Neville asked the old question that he had asked several times two months ago.

Harry nodded: "We didn't find him, but the clues and evidence we found all point to one fact, that is, he is still alive."

"Where is he?" Neville demanded. "I mean, where could he be?"

Harry shook his head: "Who knows, he is very cunning, no one can say for sure, maybe he is in the Ministry of Magic? With Voldemort? Maybe he is preparing something else for his master."

Neville took a deep breath and said, "Harry, I would like you to teach me some skills."

"I can endure hardship! I can do anything!"

"Please teach me. I don't expect to be as strong as you..."

Harry said, "Want to kill Barty Crouch Jr. yourself?"

Neville shook his head, his eyes and tone became firm at this moment: "No, not only him, but also Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, and Rodolphus Lestrange."

"I will take revenge on the four of them with my own hands and kill the four of them."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of neatly folded candy wrappers. The one at the bottom was pale and showed signs of being worn by time, but the one at the top was very new and Harry could still smell the sweet fruity aroma of the candy.

"I've always been stupid." Neville murmured in a low voice, as if he was talking to Harry and the others, or as if he was talking to himself, "I'm rash and forgetful."

"I have no faith or determination. I am really terrible..."

"But only, only..."

"I have kept these things and always carried them with me. I have never lost a single one, not even once."

Harry held out his hand and placed it in front of Neville's eyes.

Neville was stunned and carefully placed the candy wrapper in his palm.

Harry smiled helplessly and returned the candy wrapper carefully: "I don't want this, I want the wand. Give me your wand."

Neville nodded in understanding, put the candy wrapper away and drew his wand.

It was an old wand, very old, older than Neville.

Harry took it.

There was a breath of resistance coming from the wand, but it could not last long in his hand and then it obediently subsided.

"Oak, Dragon Heartstring, twelve inches," Harry whispered.

Neville nodded.

"That's not your wand?" Harry asked, looking up at him.

"It's my father's," Neville replied quietly. "His wand."

Harry returned the wand, and the oak wand seemed to have escaped from a cage, its breath flowing happily, wrapping around Neville's wrist and rubbing against him affectionately.

"This wand likes you very much." Harry's eyes were deep.

Neville gripped his wand tightly: "I like it too."

"But it's not for you," Harry said bluntly.

Neville said nothing, but gripped his wand tighter.

"Oak is an extremely loyal wand that will accompany its owner through any lows and highs." Hermione recited the words in the book, "It is as loyal to its owner as a knight to his lord."

Neville lowered his head. "It's a good wand."

"Don't you understand yet?" Harry tapped the table. "Hermione has made it very clear. This wand likes you very much and it is trying very hard to cooperate with you, but it has never belonged to you."

"It has always been your father's wand."

Neville raised his head and looked at Harry.

"You inherited its protection and companionship for your father, but you did not inherit it." Harry continued, his tone softly, "Even if you cooperate well, it cannot exert your power."

Neville held his wand, tears welling up in his eyes.

Harry held his head in his hands: "Professor Snape, he doesn't know how to speak properly. Do you know why he always scolds you the most harshly?"

"Because I always do badly in Potions class," Neville replied, muttering under his breath.

Harry shook his head. "No, it's because he's a mean person."

Neville was startled.

"His mouth is like a troll toilet that hasn't been flushed in 20 years, and he has lost the ability to talk properly to anyone."

Hermione poked Harry's waist in annoyance.

"And also because of his discrimination against Gryffindors," Harry continued.

"You know, Slytherins always wish the tower would collapse one day and the Gryffindors would fall to their deaths."

Neville would be amused.

Harry frowned. "Of course, in addition to these, he is more disappointed with others. He hates those who are obviously capable but can't do even the simplest things."

Neville raised his hand, pointed at himself, and said hesitantly, "Me? You obviously have the ability?"

Harry nodded. "Of course, you're just like Hagrid. You have the ability, but you can't face yourself. You have to set yourself up as a loser."

Neville still couldn't believe it.

"Professor Sprout said that you are as good as I am in Herbology," Harry said softly, "and even in the care and cultivation of magical plants, you are much better than me and Cedric."

Neville opened his mouth and said unconfidently: "This is the only advantage I have."

"I've been doing terrible in other classes, Potions, Transfiguration, Charms..."

Harry clapped his hands and interrupted him: "Neville, there has never been a herbal master who is not good at brewing potions. Even if he can't become a potion master, he will be an excellent pharmacist."

"Besides, as I just said, the wand in your hand does not belong to you."

"To put it more bluntly, it's not suitable for you, and that's what's holding you back."

hold up……

Neville lowered his head, finding it hard to accept such a negative word falling upon one of his most precious things.

"Neville, you are the same age as me, and we have the same birthday." Harry emphasized, "Don't think about letting a wand protect you anymore. You have to stand up. You should be the only man in the family. Stand up and use your hands and your wand to protect them."

Neville stood up and said loudly: "I never thought of letting this wand protect me!"

He roared out.

Harry nodded, looking satisfied.

"Sorry, I just couldn't control myself..." The outburst at that moment seemed like an illusion. Neville quickly sat back down, his tone becoming timid again, "I wanted to say."

"If you feel you haven't gotten away with it weakly, then face it." Harry smiled slightly, "Go get a new wand."

"Then challenge me to beat me black and blue with your spells."

Neville looked up at Harry, pondering these words.

Harry counted on his fingers: "I'm free every weekend night, and Hermione and Ron will be there too."

Neville understood and nodded heavily.

Harry went on to say, "Also, I get up at 4:30 every morning to train, but I have been alone for the past four years. I lack a sparring partner."

Neville nodded excitedly.

He knew what Harry meant.