The boy was trying his patience in which at this moment Evan had very little of. He grabbed Neville by the front of the tattered and dirty shirt (or what remaind) the boy wore, his blue eyes glaring menicingly, "Do you take me for a fool Longbottom? I am not going to ask you again after this: WHO HELPED YOU!?" his yell reverberated off the stone walls making them echo around them.