Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Second grade is not as fun as first grade. This is Neville Longbottom's true opinion.

He had a very clear and specific reason and knew what the problem was, but he couldn't change it.

"Damn Gilderoy Lockhart, you look like shit compared to Professor Quirrell."

If anyone heard Neville uttering such vicious curses in a corner of the library, that person would be very surprised.

As we all know, Mr. Neville Longbottom was a shy, shy, and somewhat incompetent child.

The highlight of his life - yes, his entire life - was when he beat up Hermione, Harry and Ron in his first year's Defense Against Dark Arts practical class.

Beyond that, his classmates had determined that he could not perform any more brilliantly.

With the arrival of second grade, everyone's magic has become more and more proficient, and the possibility of winning with fists has become smaller and smaller.

As for the long sword brought to school by Neville due to Professor Quirrell's encouragement, he no longer dared to take it out again under Professor Lockhart's crazy ridicule.

Every time the long sword appeared, his classmates would point at him, laugh and say Professor Lockhart's vicious ridicule: "Joker."

Yes, this is his new nickname at Hogwarts. In addition, there are countless nicknames such as fat man, foodie, amnesia curse patient, etc.

In short, he was not happy here, especially after the happy experience last year. This gap made him even more withdrawn.

"You need to get over it, Neville, and be brave."

Hermione would sometimes comfort him like this. Although it sounded good, smart people could never understand fools. She couldn't express what was in her heart, and Neville knew that.

But this did not prevent Neville from being grateful to her, but he was more grateful to Professor Quirrell.

He believed that Professor Quirrell had a light in his eyes.

When Professor Quirrell looked at him, his heart was full of power.

It's hard to say why, but if he had to give a reason, he felt it was necessary.

Yes, although this was weird, he could feel that this professor needed him desperately.

Eyes don't lie, and neither does a wizard's intuition.

"Why didn't he write me back?"

Neville pouted, muttering dissatisfiedly, and then pulled out a book from the bookshelf in the corner - [Sword-cutting Attack Method].

Yes, the bookshelf in this corner is full of swordsmanship books that few people visit.

Perhaps only Neville has seen them since they were placed here.

"I wonder what Malfoy is up to."

"No matter what he does, as long as we don't support it, Hufflepuff will never make friends with Slytherin."

"You're right. I heard Senior Ron from Gryffindor say that Slytherins are all bad people."

A group of people chatted and walked from far to near. As they approached, they were startled by Neville standing in the corner.

"Joker, what are you doing here?"

One of the older ones asked, but before Neville could say anything, the man kicked a book on the ground towards him, "Your book fell, you are a patient of the Forgetting Curse."

"Hahaha……"

Several people laughed and ran away. Neville heard Mrs. Pince scolding. It was obvious that she didn't like these annoying people.

Neville didn't like them either. If Professor Quirrell was still here, he would definitely encourage himself to kill a few of them with his long sword.

Unfortunately, Lockhart would only call him Joker.

While Neville was thinking wildly, he knelt down and picked up the books that had been kicked to his feet.

"This book is really thick."

He knelt down and picked up the book, and then discovered that it was not a book, but a diary.

"Who would buy such a thick diary?"

Neville turned over it randomly and found that it was empty.

Holding the diary in his arms and holding the [Sword-cutting Attack Technique] he found earlier, Neville walked towards Mrs. Pince.

From a distance, he saw several Badger Academy students who were laughing at him and being taught a lesson by Mrs. Pince.

"We are just reminding the patient of the Oblivion Curse to pick up his diary."

As the older student spoke, he happened to see Neville. He pointed at Neville and said, "Did I remind you?"

Neville was stunned by his question.

"Is that so, Neville?" Mrs. Pince also looked at him and asked.

Neville opened his mouth. He originally wanted to say that the diary was not his, but those people were looking at him with threatening eyes, which made him a little scared.

"Yes, ma'am."

By some strange coincidence, he gave such an answer.

"Stop making any noise, you two."

Mrs. Pingsi said something dissatisfied to those people, and then asked them to leave.

"What are you doing, Neville?"

"Borrow a book, this one [Sword-cutting Attack Technique]."

Neville said quickly and handed the book to Mrs. Pince.

"This is the first time I've seen anyone borrow this book. Neville, please don't damage it," said Mrs. Pince.

"Yeah."

Neville nodded vigorously and raised the diary in his hand, but without saying anything, he took the book handed over by Mrs. Pince and turned around to leave the library.

On the way back to the Gryffindor lounge, he saw the previous students making fun of him from a distance, but he didn't say anything and just walked to the Gryffindor lounge silently.

He was always the dumbest one, and Neville had long accepted this persona.

In fact, it didn't all start at Hogwarts.

At home, grandma suspected that he was a squib countless times, and his uncle threw him down from the building because of this.

That did awaken his magical talent, but to be honest, Neville didn't want to experience it a second time.

"Click."

Pushing the door open and walking into the dormitory, Neville happened to see Ron with his back to him, holding up his sword.

"It can cut through this dagger, I'm sure it can."

Ron said this to their common roommate, Dean Thomas, and raised his sword to chop down.

"No, Ron."

Neville shouted loudly, and quickly ran over to grab the sword, "Ron, who knows how to curl the blade, don't touch my things."

"I'm just playing with it, Oblivion Curse patient." After Ron finished speaking, he turned back to Andy and laughed.

Andy said something perfunctory, felt bored and left.

Neville glared at Ron dissatisfied, but didn't say anything.

He beat a lot of people in the dark magic defense practice class last year, and Ron was one of them.

The two had a feud and have not yet reconciled.

On the other hand, several other Weasleys have a good relationship with him, especially the twins.

They expressed great satisfaction that they had given Ron a good beating.

"Uh-huh."

Skillfully putting the sword back into its scabbard, Neville returned to his desk.

"Bang."

The diary made a muffled sound when it was placed on the table - it was too heavy.

"Hey, Neville, don't make a sound." Ron said with some provocation next to his bed.

He thought Neville was looking for trouble, but that was not the case.

"knew."

Neville muttered in reply, picked up the [Sword-cutting Attack Technique] and started reading.

The dormitory returned to silence. Everyone was doing what they liked and was indifferent to other people's affairs.

This was an ordinary day in the second grade life of Neville Longbottom.

Thanks to Qin Bai Chixue for the reward, I’ll add more to it~~~ By the way, please give me some recommendation votes, thank you.