Neville was heading to Slughorn's office because Horace Slughorn gave him a detention. He recalled an awful incident during his Potions class. The class had to make an Amortentia potion but his turned out to be a potion that will make you to constipate.
He was now erecting inside the narrow, dark office of Professor Slughorn. The detention will start at 8:00 p.m. but he is there at 7:00 p.m. He began to walk around in Slughorn's office.
"This was different to his predecessors", Neville uttered.
He was right. The room should contain defense-against-the-dark-arts-items but it was full of books. He taught that these books contain witches and wizards who became students of Professor Slughorn 50 years ago.
"Wizards of the New Millenium", Neville said. "These are the wizards and witches he always describe in class. He is so proud of them".
"Yeah", Draco murmured. "He always talked about his old crackpot studs in our class. Maybe your weak parents were his students too. Poor Longbellybuttons, they cannot dress themselves properly in St. Mungo's.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" Neville asked nervously. "You will not join me in my detention, are you?"
"Why should I join an empty nutshell in a detention?" Malfoy asked furiously. Malfoy pointed his wand to Neville.
"What are you doing?" Neville asked fearfully.
"For a bit of information for my Lord", Malfoy said. "Imperio".
Neville fell back into the dusty floor of Slughorn's office. He felt the pain all over his body.
"Go to your common room and ask Harry Potter what is his plan next", Malfoy exclaimed.
Neville knew Malfoy was controlling him. He was a robot. He was marching to the Gryffindors common room. As he was walking, he thought he was gonna die if he didn't follow Malfoy. He was now erecting in front of the Fat Lady.
"Tagubahjebz", Neville said.
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