Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 416 Neville the Spellbreaker

The sword is a weapon, and it is undoubtedly a sharp weapon used for attack.

Defense is the matter of the shield.

And now, Hermione heard something-Navi plus the lightsaber spell can directly absorb the spell attack with the flesh!

"Yes, the lightsaber spell has the potential to destroy the magic that seems to have no entity."

"And Neville's special magic power can undoubtedly reduce the difficulty of directly destroying magic."

"And, does the lightsaber spell have to shape the magic power into a sword outside the body?"

"Why can't you imagine yourself as a sword?" Ryan looked at Hermione with a puzzled face and prompted.

"So, those spells shot at Neville are equivalent to being directly destroyed by the sword?" Hermione guessed in a tone of doubt.

"That's right!" Ryan nodded.

While being immune to most magic, Neville can also directly use his hands as a sword to take the enemy's life.

This spell combined with Neville's special magic power will make Neville like the XX sword body in fantasy novels, which can attack and defend.

This is actually close to Ryan's body transformation skills, but Neville's does not substantially improve any of his physical attributes.

The high magic resistance is only because the spell that touches the body is destroyed.

In the words of Western fantasy novels, it is a job change to a spellbreaker.

"However, he will also consume his own magic power to destroy magic." Hermione guessed.

"Of course, if too many spells are hit at once, his magic power is not enough as the source of power for the sword body to destroy magic, and the special ability of destroying magic that he has practiced with the lightsaber spell will also be ineffective."

"For wizards whose magic power is equivalent to our physical strength, he may even faint due to physical exhaustion."

"This magic is also a double-edged sword for him." Ryan nodded again.

"He can selectively accept which spells will take effect on his body."

"Plus, Neville is not stupid enough to resist."

"For him, there are no disadvantages as you said." Hermione brought herself into Neville.

"It is indeed as you said, just like the lightsaber spell can choose to cut what you want to cut."

"He can choose which spells not to resist."

"But Neville obviously doesn't have such a brain."

"This requires him to memorize most of the conventional magic and distinguish them through magic beams, enemy's revealed spells, and gestures."

"He is indeed not as stupid as others think, but he is not as smart as you, Hermione."

"Okay, all this is still based on my guess about Neville."

"It will take him several years to achieve what I said." Ryan shook his head.

Neville's magic is actually very special, magic against magic.

This should be the magic born in his despair when he was a child, watching his parents being tortured by magic and being powerless.

Although Neville can show its power in advance by condensing magic into a sword.

But on the contrary, this energy against magic is a stumbling block for his magic and the lightsaber spell to be further improved.

When Neville really reaches the level that Ryan expected, Voldemort and his Death Eaters would have been finished.

In fact, if Neville really wants to improve his combat effectiveness, it is better to receive training from witch hunters in the Middle Ages.

Consider magic as evil and exercise the body.

Such Neville can probably kill Bella, Bella's husband, brother-in-law and Crouch Jr. before Voldemort falls to the street.

However, combined with the prophecy, it is really interesting.

In order to kill Voldemort, the three children of prophecy have different development directions.

Harry, who has the power of love, is undoubtedly the most ideal direction to be a white wizard, relying on white magic to defeat Voldemort.

Neville, who has the power to reject magic, is undoubtedly the most ideal direction to be a melee wizard, transforming the body, not afraid of spells, and directly chopping off Voldemort's head with a sword.

Ryan, who has not been transported through time, has hidden magic power. He is undoubtedly an assassin. He combines with the Black Knight to shoot from a distance and kill Voldemort.

This means that Voldemort must be perfect in close combat, magic, and long-range combat in order to become the one who survives the prophecy.

However, who said that this prophecy is a curse against Voldemort?

Killing Peverell, who is recognized by the god of death, and Voldemort, who has the same identity, has committed the crime that blood relatives cannot kill each other.

Therefore, it is understandable that he is targeted by the only real living god of death in the world, who is in the stage of gods.

On the other side, Lavender and Parvati, who came to the eighth floor of Hogwarts, are also looking for the way to the divination classroom.

"The north tower should be this way." Parvati muttered as he walked on the ground.

"Are you sure Professor Trelawney is in the Divination classroom? Not in the Great Hall."

"It's time for lunch now."

"What if she's in the staff room on the first floor?" Lavender complained as she walked.

They came to an unfamiliar platform, where there was nothing but a large painting on the stone wall, showing a grassland.

"Professor Trelawney is different."

"She always stays in the Divination classroom."

"She lives there too - a small room above a small staircase in the Divination classroom."

"Didn't you notice?"

"Except for special holidays, or dinners held at the beginning and end of the semester, she has never appeared in the hall." Parvati said as she walked forward.

At this time, a portrait of a group of women wearing crinoline skirts attracted Parvati's attention.

"It's here!" Parvati pointed to a narrow spiral staircase.

"We have to go up!"

"Or let's go back."

"I think I might have the side effects of inhaling too much smoke bottles." Lavender, sweating profusely, backed out.

However, under Parvati's insistence, they still climbed up.

"Hehehe!" Lavender panted.

"You've come to the wrong place." Lavender glared at her sister who was fanatical about prophecy.

At this moment, they stood on a platform without any doors around them.

Just when Parvati was about to doubt her memory, a silver ladder was placed in front of their feet.

They raised their heads, and the ladder led to a round trap door in the ceiling.

There was a bronze plaque on the door: Sybill Trelawney, Divination Teacher.

"Here we are!"

"Professor Trelawney must have known we were coming!" Parvati jumped up excitedly.

She even wanted to follow the tradition of her hometown and do a long dance on the spot.

"Are we really going up there?"

"I mean, what should I do if that dream is real?"

"I really want to stay away from Ron, but he is completely different from the dream." Lavender was tangled again.