Neville Longbottom Quotes Novels & Stories

“I’ve told you, stop whining! Why can’t you understand simple words? If your sister really could do that, we’d all be done for. With your intelligence, Haurvatat Temple wouldn’t need anyone to insult it, your existence is already an insult” Neville seethed with anger. He attempted to climb up from the void, only to be forcefully stepped on by Lesia with a clank. Seeing this, the mysterious woman in the purple robe clenched her fist slowly. “Chosen One, if you have an issue, come at me. It has nothing to do with my brother.”

"Children can be the devil incarnate. You never know when they'll change so keep your eyes on him. Especially when he starts crawling." Thanks to that advice, I wake up every day wondering if today is the day he'll surprise me. "Okay Mr. Hotshot, what else are you going to do? Or maybe I should ask what haven't you done?" Nev says throwing a magazine on the table "Do you think she even cares?"

••NO POV•• "Yeah," Neville nodded his head slightly, "It's me who carried you to the infirmary, you don't appear to be heavy, but you're quiet heavy to carry." Florentia smacked his arm, "You idiot! Stop spouting nonsense!" "I'm just kidding," Neville chuckled, "However, she looks cute." Alexandra looked calm, however with a sigh, she muttered, "Umm... Thank you for that day, thank you for helping me."

Peter’s question echoed the puzzlement we all shared—why would Yolanda choose Neil, someone seemingly unrelated to strength and combat, as a crucial piece in her scheme? Faced with Peter's question, Harry pondered for a moment before responding, “Indeed, Neil isn’t skilled in combat.” His tone was calm, but his eyes revealed a profound understanding and concern. “But that’s not the issue here. I think Yolanda has recognized that Neil is our Achilles’ heel. If Neil were standing in front of you, even if he were possessed, could you bring yourself to hurt him?”

Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell Nevi without divulging my reason for knowing. “Let’s hope it’s the herbs,” he mused. “Why?” I asked, hoping that my anxiety wasn’t detectable. “Because it’s easier to combat,” he explained. “I hate dark witches,” he said in a low growl, although, more to himself than to me. I would have liked to have questioned him about his venomous remark, but I sensed that it was best not to go there. At least not at that time. Perhaps another opportunity or a more fortuitous time would present itself.

Since Sebastian wanted to humble the Yutarians, he would have to make them understand something from their very first meeting. They had to know that even their emperor was less significant than a dog to the Dramonians. Neville looked extremely menacing. He felt as if a volcano had erupted in his chest, and his pale face had turned a lurid purple. If it weren't for the fact that there were several Dramonian media outlets present, he would have lost his temper already. "M-Mr. Ballard, right? I didn't hear you clearly just now. P-Please repeat what you said." Neville was breathing so heavily that he could barely string a sentence together.

came the confident mocking words of Leonard who stood with a widened grin on his face, his gaze fixated on evelyn. "shoo away with your broomstick young witch, go mix your herbal potions I have something important to discuss with my little kitty."

"Johnson." Lennox balances his boot on the rung of a stool, the warm light glinting off his piercings. I rest my forearm on the barrel tabletop, attempting to appear casual, nonchalant. He notices and his smile widens. "If you have something to say, man—" "I heard that you retook the Hogwarts House sorting quiz," I blurt out, cursing my inability to stay on topic. It's like I completely deviated from what I actually wanted to say. I end up crossing my arms.

"Alright!" Quentin was on the verge of losing it. His handsome face twisted with anger, and his breath came out in ragged bursts as he spat out, "Do you think I'm dead or something? I'm right over here!" Noelle frowned and turned around again. "Mr. Lowe, whether you live or die is none of my concern! Please just stay out of my sight. I find you revolting!" She then turned around and told Zion, "I'm having trouble with several parts of that book, Professor Jenkins. Could you go over them with me tomorrow?"

Nevile chuckled lowly and mockingly, "Feisty, I guess you don't know who I am yet, new boy, do you?" He snarled, his hands tightening into a fist, "Get lost before I break the other side of your face." My breath caught, and his shadow swallowed me as his hand rose. The door creaked open just as Neville was about to explode. The sound alone was enough to calm the air, as if the entire room knew who was about to enter.