Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 206 Neville, come on!
Lin Zuo didn't have a bad impression of Ron, except for the fact that he married Hermione.

Voldemort has no impression of Ron at all, this is the kind of person he ignores.

But now, a red flame higher than Neville's suddenly bloomed from this person, which surprised Voldemort.

"It looks like I really need to talk to Trelawney."

Thinking this way, Voldemort glanced at other positions.

He wanted to see the light on Harry, but unfortunately that person was not in the dormitory.

Not long after, Neville came back, picked up the chopping sword and diary, and walked out the door.

He looked like he was looking for a place to learn swordsmanship, but he went around the castle, but couldn't find a suitable place.

He was ridiculed a lot, and Voldemort really didn't know how he endured all this.

Following the helpless Neville back to the dormitory, Ron was still here, playing chess with another roommate.

Seeing Neville returning sullenly, he laughed at Neville again.

Neville didn't reply, just pouted and opened the diary:
Neville: There is no place to practice fencing, there is no such course at Hogwarts.

Voldemort: As a diary to guide fencing, there is room for practicing fencing.

Neville: Where? ? ?

Judging from the expression, Neville was very pleasantly surprised, and judging from Voldemort's spiritual perception, Neville was also full of expectations.

This child doesn't have too many small thoughts in his heart, he is purely like a baby.

Voldemort: Lie in bed and I will guide you in.

Neville immediately ran to bed under Ron's surprised gaze, and then closed his eyes again under Ron's sarcasm.

Voldemort felt the urgency in his heart, and after confirming again and again that he completely believed in himself, he slowly pulled his soul into the world of the diary.

"Where is this?" Neville asked in surprise.

"Hogwarts Knight Space." Voldemort gave a random name, and pointed to the training ground he just built, "Come on, boy, train here."

"Okay...Okay, Master Demon Swordsman, can I call you that?" Neville asked nervously.

"Just call me mentor, what's your name?" Voldemort asked knowingly.

"Neville Longbottom."

"Then I'll call you Neville from now on, all right, let's go practice."

Neville nodded obediently, then walked onto the training ground, picked up the cutting sword on it, and practiced seriously.

Voldemort stood aside, looking as if he was following his practice progress, but actually thinking about everything about Neville.

This is a sad child.

His parents were tortured into a vegetative state by his subordinates, but that was not ordered by him.

The Death Eaters are full of lunatics who do things like this just to blow off steam.

Voldemort himself felt that they were unreasonable, which would be one of the reasons why he would deal with the Death Eaters in the future.

In addition to losing the teaching of his parents when he was a baby, Neville's strong grandmother also brought him a lot of harm.

In Lin Zuo's memory, Neville had a good talent for magic.

Not long after he was born, he used magic to make a blanket wrap himself tightly, which means that he has the ability to move objects similar to himself.

This also means that Neville has strong spiritual power.

Such a person once fell into the situation of being a squib, and his magic ability was not outstanding in school. He was even in the second grade, and he was not as good as some first-year students.

where is the problem?

Voldemort could easily think of his mother.

Neville should be like his mother, who lost the ability to use magic due to the pressure.

His mother's pressure came from his mother's crazy father, while Neville's pressure came from his strong grandmother.

"How can he awaken his magical talent?" Voldemort thought, frowning.

"Teacher, isn't it my move?"

While swinging the long sword, Neville, who saw Voldemort frowning, stopped and asked.

"Neville, do you know the difference between a magic swordsman and an ordinary swordsman?"

Neville was taken aback by Voldemort's words, and then he blushed and lowered his head and asked, "Is it magic, mentor?"

"Yes, Neville, do you think you can't learn magic well?"

"Yes, Master, they all say I'm not worthy of Hogwarts and Gryffindor."

Voldemort nodded. He had just seen how those people treated him.

"Why don't you resist." Voldemort suddenly felt that he had found a way.

"Resistance?" Neville raised his head, wondering.

"Yes." Voldemort stretched out his hand, and a chopping sword flew into his hand, "You have good sword skills, don't you?"

In fact, Neville's swordsmanship has nothing to do with being good.

But at least he has practiced it, and it is not a big problem to deal with children of the same grade.

"But, but they didn't say..."

"Snapped."

Voldemort suddenly hit Neville's chest with the sheathed sword, which made his words stop abruptly.

"No one can humiliate a magic swordsman, Neville, raise your weapon."

Neville raised his sword, but he hesitated because his sword was sheathed.

"Attack me, Neville, and imagine me as one of those who humiliated you."

Voldemort walked around Neville with a sidestep, a gait he had learned from his melee boxing.

"My sword has no scabbard, guide..."

"Crack, snap."

Voldemort took the initiative to strike, separated the long sword in Neville's hand, and hit him on the neck with the sheathed sword.

"Offensive, Neville, don't talk."

Neville rubbed his neck, and finally raised the sword, and then he tried to attack, but he still hesitated because he didn't have a scabbard.

Voldemort had no choice but to replace him with a chopping sword.

The two began to compete, and Voldemort, who had been trained in close combat, was certainly not something Neville could defeat.

"Snapped."

"Stand up, Neville, is that all you can do?"

"Snapped."

"Don't blink, even if the enemy's knife has pierced your eyelids."

"Snapped."

"Pay attention to the pace, and take the initiative to attack."

In battle after battle, Neville kept being knocked down.

But he was a tough kid, never complaining of pain, just stood up silently and continued to attack.

"Good job, Neville, keep going."

Encouraged by Voldemort, he attacked again and again.

It has to be said that Neville does have some talent in this regard.

He rarely falls twice in the same spot and has great spacing.

The former allowed him to quickly adapt to Voldemort's attack, while the latter made every attack he made look very tricky.

The two fought intermittently on the training ground for three hours before finally ending the fight at Voldemort's call.

"That's all for today, Neville, you can't stay in this training ground for too long."

If the soul enters the diary, it will indeed hurt if it is too long. Even if Ginny enters here, Voldemort will control time.

"Okay, mentor, when can I come?" Neville asked with anticipation in his eyes.

"Tomorrow night, Neville."

Voldemort glanced out of the diary, and he noticed that Harry was dragging his weary body into the bedroom.

"You can familiarize yourself with the tactics during the day, and I will guide you tomorrow night."

"Understood, mentor, thank you for your guidance." After Neville finished speaking, he scratched his head in a daze and asked, "But how do I get out of here?"

Voldemort looked away from the outside, smiled and patted the little fat man's head.

"I'll help you out, Neville, come on!"

"I will, Master."

Neville nodded vigorously and said, he looked like a hardworking and well-behaved little fat man.

This made Voldemort rub his head again, he really liked the lad.

(End of this chapter)