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Once Snape left, the trio immediately broke into smiles.

"That was awesome!" exclaimed Ron excitedly. "Professor, with just a few words, you left old... Snape speechless!"

Hermione, however, asked curiously, "Professor, did your mother know Harry's mother?"

"They had some acquaintance, but they weren't close," Tewell replied, patting Harry's shoulder. "Anyway, what are you all doing standing here? Holding a debate on grades?"

"It's Malfoy," Harry pointed at the somewhat embarrassed Malfoy, "he cursed Neville's legs!"

Tewell glanced at Neville, who was indeed under a leg-locking curse.

With a snap of his fingers, he lifted the curse from Neville and then turned to face Malfoy, who seemed like he wanted to flee.

"P-professor, I was just practicing magic, yes, practicing magic, and then accidentally..." Malfoy's voice trailed off as he spoke, lowering his head further under Tewell's impassive gaze.

"Slytherin loses ten points," Tewell said calmly. "Mr. Malfoy, bullying classmates doesn't demonstrate your strength; it only makes you appear weaker."

"Yes, professor."

Malfoy still kept his head down, his expression obscured, only his hands fidgeting with the hem of his robes betraying his inner turmoil.

Tewell gave his arm a reassuring pat.

"You have strong magical talent, but sometimes you need to choose the right way to use it, or else it's as good as wasted."

"Oh, by the way, I'll be visiting your home during the summer break. I hope I'm welcome?"

"Of course, sir," Malfoy immediately lifted his head. "I... we'll be eagerly awaiting your arrival!"

Without further ado, he dashed off with his two cronies towards the owlery.

Ron grumbled, "Is the professor really close to the Malfoy family?"

"Don't forget, I also come from a pure-blood family, and there's always some connection between pure-blood families," Tewell shrugged nonchalantly.

"At least he's much better than Snape," Harry emphasized loudly. "If there's anyone in school who looks like a bad guy, it's definitely him!"

Contrary to the original storyline, Harry didn't miss any Quidditch matches due to injuries.

However, due to the lingering effects of drowsiness, he failed to catch the Golden Snitch promptly during one match, and Snape, as the referee, blatantly favored the opposing team, resulting in Gryffindor losing by a significant margin.

Despite eventually catching the Golden Snitch, the point difference led to Gryffindor narrowly losing the Quidditch Cup, much to Harry's disappointment.

Even though Dumbledore informed him that Snape was protecting him, it didn't stop Snape from being the person Harry disliked the most.

Tewell looked at him solemnly.

"Harry, don't judge a person until you've seen their heart, because such judgments are often one-sided."

Harry blinked in confusion, but Tewell didn't seem interested in explaining further, instead turning his attention to Neville, who had been silent for a while.

"You two go ahead. I need to talk to Neville."

Among the trio, only Hermione noticed Neville's unease and promptly pulled Ron and Harry away.

"Let's take a walk in the corridor. It's almost evening, but the sunlight is still lovely," Tewell suggested.

Neville continued to follow silently.

Most students, whether they were in exams or preparing for them, wouldn't be strolling in the corridors, thus ensuring that their conversation wouldn't be disturbed.

After walking for a while, perhaps encouraged by the sunlight, Neville spoke softly, "Professor, am I useless? I couldn't even undo a leg-locking curse."

"The leg-locking curse isn't simple magic, you must admit. Malfoy has quite a talent in that regard, but it doesn't mean your talent is lacking."

"Like in this exam, I'm very satisfied with your performance."

However, Neville remained unconfident, listing his shortcomings incessantly.

"But I always unconsciously forget things and my spellcasting isn't smooth, I tend to—"

Tewell suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning to face Neville, nearly colliding with him.

"I mean, your grades are excellent."

Neville's round face flushed instantly, his mouth opening in surprise, yet unsure of what to say.

"The issues you have aren't related to you personally, nor are they insurmountable. Or is it that you lack the courage to overcome them?"

"I... I," his expression suddenly struggled, "I just don't want to waste your time!"

"Harry and Malfoy have such great talents, Hermione's brain is so clever, and Ron has made much more progress in just a month of private tutoring than I have."

"Only I have consistently failed to live up to your teachings. I feel like if you chose other students, you might be able to demonstrate even more outstanding abilities."

Finally letting out the words he had been holding back, Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he wanted to continue learning from the professor, he feared that his lack of talent might even hinder the professor's evaluation of his teaching.

Such an excellent professor really shouldn't waste time on him.

Tewell shook his head helplessly.

He couldn't just outright tell Neville that his soul was worth studying, could he?

And the last time he did a bit of research, he gleaned the thread of magic's will from Neville, helping him find Helga in the Forbidden Forest.

Just this alone warranted him giving Neville seven years' worth of private lessons.

Furthermore, he still hadn't figured out Neville's condition.

He had a premonition that Neville held the key to understanding his comprehension of the soul!

"Look into my eyes," Tewell said coldly, almost Snape-like, startling Neville into looking up.

Tewell's eyes flashed with a faint light, and Neville felt his memories continually surfacing before his eyes.

Being accidentally pushed off the Black Lake pier by a family member and nearly drowning;

at the age of eight, being hung upside down from a window sill headfirst, and once again, he slipped, but this time he bounced back, flying across the entire garden and landing on the road;

at the age of one, witnessing a villain breaking into the house...

But there were no subsequent memories, it seemed that this was the part erased by the Memory Charm.

Tewell stopped the Legilimency.

But this still didn't explain how a small missing memory affected someone's spellcasting. Neville's memory was like having a small gap, but this gap wasn't related to spellcasting.

Logically, even if he were forgetful, it shouldn't make his spellcasting sluggish. Unless, this small gap affected his soul!

Tewell quickly suppressed his ecstatic smile.

Though he was eager to verify his idea, he had to thank Neville for his selfless dedication.

"Do you see?" he smiled as he squatted in front of Neville. "You're a true wizard, but there are things hindering you, waiting for you to overcome them."

"But what are those things?" Neville asked, confused.

"That's something we'll have to work on together," Tewell encouraged.

"Don't give up easily, bravely face it. This school year may be over, but it's okay.

Starting from the next school year, I'll always be here to help you."

"Or is it that you don't want to change yourself?"

"Of course not!" Neville's eyes reddened, but he forcefully held back his tears. "I won't let you down, I promise!"

"That's good to hear. Now go back and prepare well for the final exams. I look forward to the next semester."