"Nah, I'm busy enough as it is!" Neville chuckled. "Between commuting here to help Sprout and the staff on the weekends, then my day job with you lot during the week..." Harry watched as Neville's stress seemed to ease even as he bemoaned of juggling duties in the Auror Department with helping the castle, once castle itself came into view. The Chosen One wasn't sure, but he had a feeling that before very long, maybe within a few years at the most, Robards and the Auror Department would lose Neville to Hogwarts. Not that Neville didn't have the makings to be a fine professor, but he had also proven to be a top man in a law enforcement post – Harry knew the men (and women) of the Auror Corps would miss Neville Longbottom. They could use a man like him – hell, ten men like him.