Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 415 The energy Voldemort doesn't understand

It's midwinter at Hogwarts now, with catkins flying all over the sky.

The originally blue sky is now dotted with crystal white dots, living up to its original tranquility.

Neville's heart is the same at this moment.

In front of him, cards with different powers surround him.

They are sharp, sacred, smart, or as stable as the earth.

Each card gives him a feeling that he can rely on it as a trump card.

Neville seems to have thought of something.

He pulled out his cherry wood wand, held it flat on his palm, and whispered to it, "Point me!"

The wand rotated, stood up again, and followed a metal card to rotate.

And Neville's free left hand reached out to the card.

"Sword?" Neville said in confusion.

Clang!

The sound of swords colliding and metal and stone hitting each other rang out.

The other cards disappeared abruptly, and a strange-shaped sword about 2 feet long appeared in Neville's hand.

"This?" Neville carefully held the indigo, metallic strange long sword.

He found that the sword was inexplicably light, and with the hazy light reflected from the snowflakes in the sky, he could see an unknown cloud-like text on the sword body that looked very smooth.

"It seems that you chose the sword card."

"I didn't expect you to use the direction spell like this." Ryan's eyes flashed with interest.

Direction spell, after placing the wand on the palm of your hand and reciting this spell, the wand will point to the true north after a rotation.

Its spell is also very simple, and most wizards who can use it usually use it as a compass.

And now, Neville actually found the most suitable spell for him with this spell.

Sword card, or lightsaber spell.

In fact, at the beginning, it was just a low-end version of the Shadowless God for Ryan, specially invented to pinch the appearance of his Star Wars lightsaber.

It is not like the Shadowless God, which releases an invisible sword with "venom" that prevents wounds from healing.

Instead, it uses a wand as a hilt to forge magic into a lightsaber.

But for Ryan, whose life level and magic skills have reached lv6 (demigod wizard).

The spells he invented before are no longer so simple.

The lightsaber spell now is more like a conceptual sword.

It can cut what the caster only wants to cut.

In other words, you can use it to insert into the enemy's heart and only penetrate the enemy's clothes.

In Ryan's hands, he can even cut off some invisible curses.

"I just tried it. Since the direction spell can identify the north, why can't it identify the direction of my heart?"

"After many attempts, I found the candy wrapper I lost." Neville's eyes drooped, as if he thought of something that made him depressed.

Only Ryan knew why.

Although Neville's mother was crazy, she still knew her child.

Every time she saw him, she would give him the best thing she thought - the leftover bubble gum wrapper.

"This sword, what's wrong with me?" Neville said after taking a deep breath.

"Didn't you notice it was getting smaller?"

"This is not a real object, and it has no effect on the magic book."

"It is the crystallization of knowledge forged by me combined with your magic."

"Wait until it disappears, just have a good sleep." Ryan rang, and the magic book that was just floating in the air returned to Hermione's hand.

"Sleep?" Neville saw the only remaining hilt in his hand.

Seeing Neville in a daze, he left him there.

Ryan walked towards the direction of Hogwarts Castle with Hermione and Luna.

Maybe Ryan and the others were stopped by Neville for a while, and it was already lunch time, which made the way back to the castle very deserted.

They seemed to be walking in an isolated castle.

"He was just thinking about his mother." In the quiet corridor, an ethereal, melancholy female voice suddenly sounded.

It was Luna.

"How do you know?" Hermione stuck her head out from Ryan's left side.

"I just know, I'm very familiar with that expression." Luna frowned slightly.

Hermione was about to say something else, but was stopped by Ryan's eyes.

"Ryan, is Neville's choice just now really suitable for him?"

"Just transform into a sword."

"Transfiguration is also OK, it consumes less magic power and is more convenient." As the owner of the magic book, Hermione asked curiously.

This is also to divert the question that Luna mentioned just now, and Ryan didn't let her know more about it.

"You may have heard me mention that Neville is actually the chosen child in the prophecy."

"Every chosen child born under certain conditions and at a certain time has energy that Voldemort does not understand."

"Harry Potter's is the magic of love."

"Mine is the magic that can hide itself and isolate itself from the world."

"What is Neville's?"

"He has an energy to escape reality and reject magic."

"This is the same as Harry and me. It is not a power that I was born with."

"Harry is her mother's sacrifice."

"I inherited the surname Smith."

"Neville's parents went crazy and mistakenly thought he was a Squib, an energy born out of despair." Ryan's eyes flashed with memories.

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Ryan actually discovered this secret shortly after becoming Neville's roommate.

That's why Neville, who could control the blanket to wrap himself tighter when he was just born, did not show any wizard characteristics in his childhood.

When Voldemort used the full body binding spell, he could break free with willpower.

And took the opportunity to pull out the sword of Gryffindor from the burning sorting hat and killed Voldemort's last Horcrux, Nagini.

He achieved the achievement of the Gryffindor Swordmaster.

All this is actually because he escapes reality and denies the magic of magic.

In the original world line, because of this magic, plus his father's wand, he is not much better than a Squib in class.

Even in the second year, when he was attacked by a monster that seemed to be specially used by Slytherin to expel Muggle-born wizards, as a pure-blood, he was worried that he would be dragged down by his poor wizard talent and attacked as a dud.

"What does this have to do with the sword card?"

"Make the sword sharper?" Although Hermione was a little surprised by Neville's magical characteristics, she still couldn't find out what the sword card was for Neville.

"It's like the magic of emotional infusion for Ron."

"The lightsaber spell is in his hand, and I have 'thought' about what kind of fruit will bloom."

"Hermione, you may see that he swung a sword and chopped directly at the magic beam. No, I almost mistook him for my reaction speed."

"What you should see is a Neville who was hit by multiple spells, but still alive and well, without any reaction." Ryan turned his head and looked at Hermione and said.

Luna on the side was still immersed in her own world.

And Hermione was shocked and stopped.