"I'm asking if we can go to Pottermore to go to the duelling room and practice casting magic for the day."
Harry thought about it for all of about three seconds before he replied, "That's a damned good idea. We need to get back up our casting speed, for a start. We've got to be a bit rusty with defensive magics, too."
"My thoughts, exactly," she replied.
Rising, he said, "Then, we'd best go get changed."
Confused, she asked, "Why? I'm comfortable in what I'm wearing."
"Because it's far more likely you'll be casting both offensively and defensively while wearing robes. Therefore...?"
With a resigned sigh, she continued the response. "Therefore... I need to practice casting while wearing them."
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As the Great Hall filled the next morning, the first day of classes, students were excited about returning to their educations and what all the new Professors would be like.
Neville had risen early, eager to seek out Professor Sprout to give her the good news his parents were being very encouraging of him for him to follow his dream of becoming a Herbologist.
His parents had already gone, alone, to see her a few days before the end of the year to discuss with both her and Headmistress Lady Marchbanks about Neville's experiences in the school up until that point. And made sure that the Professor was supportive of Neville becoming a Herbologist, plus the issue regarding bullying would be taken care of. However, he felt he had to tell her, himself.
Therefore, he was already at breakfast by the time the other three boys in his dorm entered and joined him.
The other three had only just sat down when Ernie MacMillan approached and said, "I've heard on the rumour mill that Potter is not here. Will he be attending at some time? It's important I speak with him."
Neville, already knowing what the Hufflepuff wanted to speak with Harry about, replied, "Heir MacMillan; he has family business he needs to take care of, first. He should be along soon. I suspect within the next couple of days."
MacMillan gave a slight nod of a lower ranked Heir to Neville before he said, "My thanks, Heir Longbottom. If you see him before I, could you inform him it is most urgent I speak with him?"
"I'll be sure to," replied Neville.
MacMillan gave another bow and quietly withdrew.
Not long after the boy left to return to the Hufflepuff table, Malfoy came sauntering over. However, he again did not have Crabbe and Goyle with him.
Ignoring the others, he sneered at Ron and said, "So, no Potter; eh, Weasel?"
Before Ron, who was suddenly turning red in anger, could say anything back, Neville said in a quite clear voice that drew attention to him from all around, "Heir Malfoy of the Magical House of Malfoy. Have your parents been so lax in their education of you, you have forgotten Mister Weasley is an Heir of the Elder House of Weasley; and, therefore, outranks you?"
Malfoy looked back at Neville in shock before he said, "Err―"
But, Neville wasn't finished, "Contrary to your belief of the past you were Heir Primary of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, I am aware you are now fully aware you are not."
Malfoy's cheeks turned pink whether in embarrassment or anger. However, he still managed to sneer and said, "I am still of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black―"
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