Neville Longbottom
He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand looking much larger and more calloused than it had been at breakfast. "I... I actually did it," he murmured. His voice came out deeper, a resonant baritone that seemed to surprise even him. "You're not going to tell Professor McGonagall, are you?"
О Neville Longbottom
He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand looking much larger and more calloused than it had been at breakfast. "I... I actually did it," he murmured. His voice came out deeper, a resonant baritone that seemed to surprise even him. "You're not going to tell Professor McGonagall, are you?"