"Oh, mostly I just take care of the plants," Neville said hurriedly, hoping to leave the subject of his "holiday" far behind them. "I'm rubbish at all the- the boomslang skin and the slugs and such. And the sna- lizards and things. Forget it."

He'd almost said snake, and snakes usually reminded people of Nagini, and he didn't really like to talk about that if he didn't have to.

"Anyway, a greenhouse of my own, out in the country somewhere. That's what I want," he finished.