Chapter 850 (1/2)

”You're targeting my mother,” Simo growled.

”I'll only target anyone who calls me a liar,” Harry said.

”Don't talk to me that way!”

”I'll talk to you the way I want to,” said Harry, his anger rising, and he grabbed his wand from the table by the bed. ”If you think it's a problem to live in the same dorm as me, ask Professor McGonagall if he can change it for you, so that your mother won't worry --”

”don't involve my mother, Potter!”

”What's the matter?” Ron appears at the door. He looked at Harry, who was kneeling on the bed, pointing his wand at Seymour. Then he looked at Seymour, who was also very angry.

”He's targeting my mother!” Exclaimed Simo.

”What?” Said Ron. ”Harry won't do that - we've met your mother and we love her...”

”That was before she believed every word about me written in the Daily Prophet!” Harry said in his loudest voice.

”Oh,” said Ron with an understanding look on his freckled face. ”Oh! Yes

”What do you know?” Seymour said excitedly, casting a malicious glance at Ron, ”he's right. I don't want to live in the same bedroom with him any more. He's crazy

”You've lost your mind, Simo,” said Ron, his ears beginning to turn red - a sign of danger.

”Lose your mind, me?” Exclaimed Seamus, who, contrary to Ron, turned pale. ”You believe his stories about Voldemort, don't you think he's telling the truth?”

”Yes, I believe it!” Ron said angrily.

”Then you're crazy,” Simo said disgustingly.

”Is it? Unfortunately, my friend, tell me Ron pointed a finger to his chest. ”If you don't want to be confined, pay attention to what you say!”

Seymour thought for a few seconds, as if confinement was a reasonable price to pay for what he said; but with the creak of his heel rotation, Seymour jumped onto the bed and violently pulled down the curtains, tearing them off the bed, and heaping dust on the floor.

Ron stares at him, then at Thomas and Neville. ”Whose parents are not happy with Harry?” He said a little aggressively.

”My parents are Muggles, man,” Thomas said with a shrug. ”They don't know anything about Hogwarts and I'm not that stupid to tell them that.”

”You don't know my mother, she will tell anyone anything!” Said Seymour sharply. ”Anyway, your parents don't read the prophet. They won't know that our headmaster has been expelled from the wizarding jury and the International League of witches for his insanity -- ”

” my grandmother said that was bullshit, ”Neville shrieked. ”She said it was the daily prophet who was falling, not Dumbledore. She didn't subscribe. We believe in Harry, ”Neville said simply. He climbed into bed, pulled the quilt up to his chin and looked at Simo seriously. ”My grandmother always said Voldemort would come back one day. She said that if Dumbledore said he was back, then he did

Harry suddenly felt a surge of gratitude to Neville. No one said a word. Seymour put down his wand, mended the curtain on the bed and disappeared into it. Thomas went up to the bed, rolled over and calmed down. Neville, who seems to have nothing to say, is looking lovingly at his strange plants in the moonlight.