Although Kyle himself didn't care too much about this little episode, it doesn't mean that others didn't care.

Early in the morning, Kyle was surrounded by a dozen owls while he was having dinner. Letters fell from them like raindrops, and several of them almost fell into the pot of pumpkin juice.

One of the owls, either because it was too tired or couldn't brake, crashed into the plate in front of Kyle with the letter, knocking over a large piece of butter.

"I feel like you're a little too dedicated." Kyle cleaned the butter and crumbs off the owl's wings before taking the letter from its claws.

"Letters have been arriving since a while ago." Connor leaned over and asked curiously, "Did Rita Skeeter write anything again?"

"Probably not." Kyle said, while brushing Kanna's hair that was almost stained with butter.

"Normally, she should still be in the forest looking for materials and have no time to publish any articles."

But there are indeed more letters today.

Kyle usually receives letters from different people, but he has never received so many at one time.

From this morning till now, there have been nearly twenty letters, all from different places.

"Where did this come from?"

"Let me see..." Kyle looked down at the envelope. "Algie, Garden Cottage, Yorkshire."

"Who is this Algie?" Connor asked in confusion, "Do you have a pen pal in Yorkshire?"

"I don't know." Kyle spread his hands. "I don't know this Alji at all. In fact, I don't know anyone who sent the letter today."

"And I don't know if they had made an appointment. None of these people wrote their last names. They all just wrote their first names."

"Did you open it and read it?"

“Neither,” Kyle said.

Since he didn't recognize the sender, Kyle was very careful not to tear open the envelope. In order to prevent the curse from being hidden inside, he planned to go back and ask the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to help check it.

As for why I didn't do it myself... Such a dangerous job must be done by a professional. What if some escaped Death Eater wants to avenge his master and puts a curse in an envelope and sends it to me?

Kyle tossed the letter aside.

In order to avoid being disturbed and to allow other professors to finish their breakfast in peace, Kyle simply got up and left the auditorium.

He planned to go see Snape first, and then prepare for the next alchemy class.

But just as he arrived at the hallway, a man ran in hurriedly from outside.

"Neville?"

Kyle looked at the other person, "Why are you running so fast... Wait, aren't your parents awake yet?"

"No, no..." Neville said breathlessly. He seemed to have run all the way here, supporting his knee with one hand and waving the other hand repeatedly.

"They, woke up...fully awake, and my mom, she recognized me...she called out my name! This was the first time she called out my name!"

"That's good, you can talk slowly, don't be in a hurry." Kyle looked at the incomparable Neville and stretched out his hand towards the auditorium.

A jug of pumpkin juice came dangling over from the Gryffindor table.

He handed Neville the pumpkin juice.

"I thought you would choose to spend more time with them. You don't need to worry about your job as a teaching assistant. I have already asked Professor Sprout for leave for you.

"She understands you very well and said you can stay with them for a while longer."

"Thank you." Neville took a big sip of pumpkin juice and felt much better.

"I do need to take some time off, but I came to see you today."

"Looking for me?"

"Oh no... Grandma asked me to thank you on behalf of the Longbottom family.

"My uncles and aunts have already known about this. They are also very happy and have been heading to St. Mungo's since yesterday.

"The whole room was packed with people... many people had to stand in the corridor... then the dean came and kicked them all out."

Perhaps because he was too excited, or perhaps because he thought of some interesting scene, Neville couldn't help laughing when he said this.

"I'm sorry." He continued, "My grandmother wanted to invite you to the Longbottom family's Christmas dinner. She didn't give me the formal invitation letter, but my uncle said he had sent it... Oh, I saw it."

He suddenly pointed to the pile of floating letters behind Kyle.

"What?"

"That's Algie." Neville pointed to the top letter.

"You mean, this letter was sent by your uncle?" Kyle asked doubtfully, picking up the unopened envelope.

"Yes, Algie is my uncle." Neville nodded. "When I first received the admission letter to Hogwarts, he gave me a toad as a gift. It's Luffy, you know."

Kyle knew, of course, that the toad followed Neville and was almost the freest pet in Hogwarts.

Because Neville often forgets it.

Under the table in the classroom, in the flowerpot in the greenhouse, outside the window of the astronomy tower...you can see the toad everywhere, except in Neville's hand.

"So this Algie should actually be called Algie Longbottom?"

"Yeah." Neville nodded.

"What about this?" Kyle pulled out another envelope. "Annie..."

"She's my aunt."

"Fou..."

"He is my uncle, but we seldom meet. We have only met two or three times." Neville said seriously.

Kyle pulled out more letters.

As expected, these were all Longbottoms.

"Neville..." Kyle couldn't help but ask, "Does your Longbottom family have any special family traditions?"

"Special tradition?" Neville thought carefully for a while, "I don't think so..."

He was a little unsure, mainly because his memory was really not that good and he couldn't remember even if he had it.

"Then let me explain it in a simpler way." Kyle pointed to the name on the envelope, "Do people in your family usually write letters without their last name?"

Neville then realized that none of the envelopes were signed with a surname.

But he didn't know how to explain it.

Because now that I think about it, Uncle Alji seemed to have only written one name when he wrote to him, and it has been like this since he was a child.

From this perspective, it seems like this can really be considered a family tradition...

"Maybe... they are too excited." Neville stammered and helped to explain.

But his voice was too soft and Kyle didn't hear it.

But it doesn't matter.

After knowing that these letters were sent by the Longbottom family, Kyle felt relieved and opened the envelopes casually.

It was the letter from Algeron Barton.

Inside was a sheet of gilded parchment, the most expensive kind in the stationery store, costing one Galleon.

It seems that the Longbottom family is also quite rich.

If you think about it, this seems normal.

Kyle took a quick look at the contents.

This is a very formal invitation letter.

It can be seen that the person who wrote this letter was a little excited, and some parts of it are crooked, but the content is very sincere.

Just as Neville had said before, the Longbottom family decided to hold a Christmas dinner on Christmas Day to celebrate Neville's parents' recovery.

This letter is an invitation to Kyle.

"My uncles originally wanted to come to Hogwarts to thank you..." Neville continued, "but grandma thought that too many people might affect the students' classes, so they changed to writing letters."

"Fortunately, your grandma had foresight." Kyle's mouth twitched.

People who write to strangers without using their surnames are probably not very reliable. If these people flock to Hogwarts, Kyle would not be surprised by anything they do.

Oh yes, he suddenly remembered that Neville had said before that when he was a child, an uncle threw him out of the attic window to make sure whether he had magic.

But Neville didn't say the name at that time, and Kyle didn't know if it was Algie.

But throwing a child who is less than ten years old directly out of the attic... no normal person would do such a thing.

It would be really lively if they came to Hogwarts.

"But my parents are here."

Neville's voice brought Kyle back to reality.

"They are in Hogsmeade right now, and they want to thank you in person."

Kyle wanted to refuse at first.

It goes without saying that they would express their gratitude in various ways, so it would make no difference whether he went or not. Instead of spending his time on this, he might as well write a few real curse letters and send them to Snape.

This saves him from wandering around the castle every day.

However, under Neville's insistence, Kyle was dragged away by him.

It's true, Neville moves flower pots in the greenhouse every day and he's quite strong.

And one of his words also made Kyle very concerned.

He said his dad, Frank Longbottom, was a little weird.

Although his expression looked a little strange when he said this, Kyle still decided to go and take a look.

Just consider it as after-sales service.

The two arrived at Hogsmeade together.

This time it’s finally not the three broomsticks.

Perhaps because the healer wouldn't let them drink, the Longbottoms waited for him in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.

When Kyle and Neville pushed open the door and walked in, they both stood up at the same time, as if they were students in class.

But before they could speak, Kyle spoke first: "If you want to say something to thank you, Neville has already said it for you. As a family, there is no need for you to say it a second time."

"That's different." Frank Longbottom shook his head. "We always have to express our gratitude in person. You know how we were before. We couldn't do anything. You almost saved our lives."

"You have saved other people's lives, haven't you?" Kyle said, "As members of the Order of the Phoenix, this is nothing to be surprised about."

"The Order of the Phoenix..." Neville's mother couldn't help but said, "Are you also a member of the Order of the Phoenix? You are a new generation, right? I should have guessed it long ago. An outstanding wizard like you will definitely be able to join the Order of the Phoenix."

"Actually... that was all in the past." Kyle spread his hands. "There is no Order of the Phoenix anymore. It has been disbanded."

The smiles on Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom's faces froze and they quickly turned pale.

"You have to be kidding, right..."

"How could the Order of the Phoenix be disbanded?"

Because they had just woken up, their memories were still stuck in the past ten years, and they were not clear about the current situation in the wizarding world.

Neville's mother was better, because she was usually lucid and knew some fragments intermittently.

But normally, Neville would not take up such precious time to talk to her about the situation in the wizarding world.

So she didn't know much.

"I never said that. The Order of the Phoenix was disbanded, and it was Dumbledore who did it himself." Kyle calmly picked up the tea that had just been delivered, took a sip, and then put it back in its place.

"Oh, by the way, Dumbledore is dead too, and the current Headmistress of Hogwarts is Minerva McGonagall."

“Bang, bang!”

Their faces turned even paler, and when Kyle mentioned Dumbledore, they fell to the ground one after the other.

"Neville, didn't you tell them?" Kyle turned and asked.

"No, I haven't."

Neville blushed, then hurried to help them up, while quickly telling them what had happened in recent years.

From Voldemort's return, to the Order of the Phoenix joining the Ministry of Magic, to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Kyle had never seen Neville speak so fluently, without a stutter.

The Longbottoms were greatly shocked. They had never expected so many things to happen recently.

They really wanted to ask for details, but now was not the right time, so they could only bear with it.

Kyle sat across from them and nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that the trick of diverting attention was correct, at least now they no longer say those words of thanks endlessly.

"By the way, Mr. Longbottom." Kyle said, "I heard from Neville that you have been applying dichlorobenzene on your body. Can you tell me what this is?"

“Ah, this…”

Frank Longbottom came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, just a little thing, don't worry about it."

"It's okay, you don't have to feel embarrassed."

"It's not what you think." Frank Longbottom said again, then he thought about it, rolled up his sleeves and pointed to a scar on his arm.

"That's it. I don't know when it appeared, so I thought I'd try to see if Baixianguan works."

The scar is not big, but its shape is very special, it is in the shape of lightning.

Neville saw it too. He stared at the scar and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

He had seen a similar scar, on Harry's forehead...

etc!

Originally Neville just subconsciously glanced at his father's forehead, but at this glance, he saw the familiar scar again.

It's also on the forehead, but most of it is covered by the hair, so it's hard to see without careful observation.

That's not right. Why does his father have the same scar as Harry, the same shape, and even the position is almost the same?

Was there any before? I don't think so...

For a moment, Neville was completely stunned. He sat there blankly, his expression changing constantly.

(End of this chapter)