Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"I couldn't turn a match into a needle in Transfiguration class, I couldn't even clean it up in Charms class, and I almost killed you in flying class. I heard Professor Dumbledore say that it was you who tried so hard to kill me. Saved. I also lost the wand left by my father."

His voice was choked up, probably because he had been hiding these words for a while.

"Don't forget the cauldron that blew up Seamus in Potions class. Do you still remember Snape's expression at that time? I dare say that if you take a picture of his cannibalistic expression, you can use it in the Muggle world. Scare the little kids.”

Parsifal took over, and upon hearing his words, Neville's sobs trembled twice, as if he were laughing.

"Seriously, do you want to be a wizard? Or what do you want to do after you become a wizard?"

"My grandma wanted me to be a proud Auror like my parents. But I don't have the same talents as them. If my uncle Algie hadn't accidentally dropped me out of the window, I wouldn't even know that I would be able to come to Hog. Watts. That’s why he was so happy to give it to me..."

It seemed that he had never been asked what he wanted to do. Neville was stunned for a moment before he stammered in his answer.

"No, it's not your grandma, or anyone in your family, who wants anything from you. You must answer me seriously, do you, Neville Longbottom, want to be a wizard? This has nothing to do with your talent, or Your abilities.”

Parsifal interrupted Neville's memories and asked seriously.

In the dim light of the hospital wing, except for his voice, everything was quiet.

"I think." Neville replied after a moment, his voice became much firmer, "But, Parsifal, I don't have any talent, you know. Hermione can master new spells quickly, Harry Even He Who Must Not Be Named has been defeated, and you...are a monster.”

"Neville, I don't know if you have ever understood that monster is not a compliment. I would rather hear you say that I am handsome, genius, and wise, and know that those are the facts."

Neville couldn't help but laugh at his complaint.

"Hermione is a chocobo, and she's not suited to broomsticks, but to blankets. I've slept through almost every History of Magic class, and may have asked Professor Binns to remember a student for the first time. As for Harry, you can Discuss it with Professor Snape, I think he will have many topics to share with you."

After picking up the water glass by the bedside and moistening his throat, Parsifal continued. Although he was still a little thirsty, he didn't drink more. Ever since he drank Pomfrey's glass of "dark water", he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Recall, was there a moment in class, or somewhere, when you were very satisfied with your performance?" Parsifal asked Neville, but did not wait for his reply and continued directly. , "This is your own life. It is not a sequel to your parents, nor an extra chapter to your friends, nor is it your grandma's picture album."

"If you really want to be a wizard, go for it."

"I have heard a saying that the most difficult stage is not that no one understands you, but that you don't understand yourself. But I'm afraid you still don't understand yourself."

In fact, what Neville lacked was never talent.

Parsifal remembered that in fifth grade he made rapid progress under Harry's guidance, and even defeated a Death Eater and saved Harry.

What he really lacks is actually just someone who can say "you can" to him.

The hospital wing became quiet again, save for Neville's occasional sobs.

"Parsifal, what about you? Do you want to be a wizard?"

Neville suddenly opened the curtain. He was no longer sobbing. His eyes were red and swollen, but his eyes became firm.

"I" Parsifal was a little confused by his question.

"I do not know."

He shook his head and looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling of the hospital wing.

He had been thinking about the answer to this question since he entered Hogwarts, but he had never had an answer. He just used a seemingly full schedule to cover up his emptiness just like when he was on the "other side".

"No, you know you always knew."

At some point, Hermione, who was sleeping in the next bed, woke up and said suddenly.

"I will never spend the whole day reading a book I don't like at all, and you won't exhaust yourself from morning to night doing things you don't like."

"Hermione...when did you wake up?"

Parsifal's smile froze awkwardly on his face, and he asked cautiously.

"Before you say Hermione is a chocobo, also, I am not a chocobo but... I just haven't practiced flying and flying on a broomstick is not something to be proud of."

The little beaver Hermione deliberately imitated Parsifal's voice just now, then opened the curtain and looked at him with flushed cheeks.

"Sorry, sorry."

Parsifal had a strong desire to live, because the little beaver's eyes told him that if his apology was not sincere enough, he would really, really, die.

"Wait, someone is coming. Whoever comes to the hospital wing at this time must be the professor."

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor and stopped at the door.

Hermione's expression tightened, and she urged Neville to lie back on the bed quickly. After giving Parsifal a hard look, Hermione pulled the curtain back.

Only Parsifal's expression was a little strange, because with his sensitive hearing, he had already heard the whispers at the door.

"George, are you sure you can drive this?"

"Hey, this is Zuko's master key. I must have used it the wrong way just now."

The voice was somewhat familiar. If he guessed correctly, it should be the two Weasley brothers.

"Get out of the way, you two idiots, get out of the way, let me do it. Alohora Alaho hole open"

I remembered a girl's voice again, which sounded a little careless.

The next second, a white light lit up outside the door, and with a soft "click", the door of the medical wing was opened.

"Well done Angelina I love you"

One of the twins said excitedly, followed by the sound of dense footsteps, and several wands walked in with flashing lights.

"Where is the great hero of Gryffindor? The youngest Seeker in Hogwarts' century is looking for you."

The other twin gave a big smile and pushed Harry to stand up from behind. Harry smiled and hugged Parsifal, who stood up.

"Sorry, you never came back. We were worried about you."

Harry smiled shyly and patted Parsifal's back gently.

Under the light, Parsifal was finally able to see the person clearly.

Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, George, Fred, Angelina, Percy, and several other Gryffindor students whom Parsifal was unfamiliar with.

They stood in the middle of the beds in tacit agreement and pushed the beds opposite to the corners. A Gryffindor banner was hung on the wall by the twin brothers using a spell. They took out various foods from their bulging robes, such as sausages, pumpkin juice, pies, etc.

"Merlin, you will definitely get points deducted if you do this. I should go find Professor McGonagall and Percy. Why are you even here?"

The little beaver Hermione jumped out of bed and stopped in front of them. Hearing her words, Percy smiled awkwardly.

"Bosie just wants to come and say hello."

"But Angelina said that if we are all caught, all Gryffindor chapters will be deducted, and the prefects will be criticized by Professor Dumbledore for mismanagement."

"So he's going to come here and act like a real big shot."

"Supervise our every move."

Each of the twins said something to Percy.

"Williams, you did a really good job."

Percy pulled them apart, walked to Parsifal's bed, stretched out his right hand, and said seriously.

"Thank you."

Parsifal also stretched out his right hand, shook it with Percy, and smiled.

"Hey, hey, don't be so serious, this is a moment of celebration. I am Angelina, Angelina Johnson, Parsifal, nice to meet you."

A girl with long black hair tied into a long braided ponytail pushed Percy aside and shook hands with Parsifal. She has a bright smile, is tall and very beautiful.

"puff"

"Fred George, whatever you are doing we will be discovered by the professor."

A sudden explosion interrupted the two's greetings. Looking around, it was Hermione standing in front of the twins. They had just opened one of Zuko's prank firecrackers, and many tiny paper flowers exploded.

"Hermione, this is a celebration party"

"How can you deprive us"

The twins made exaggerated expressions of sadness, one speaking to the left and the other to the right.

“Explosive fun”

Finally merged into one voice.

"quie whisper."

Parsifal picked up his wand from the bedside. The black vinegar plum wood wand seemed to tremble with joy at the reunion. He pointed at the door of the hospital wing and recited a spell.

"Parsifal, how can you let them use magic spells like this? It is clearly against the rules of Hogwarts."

The little beaver Hermione saw Parsifal's movements and walked over like a little lion. He picked up a glass of butterbeer and put the straw into his mouth. She subconsciously took it and took two puffs.

"Not being caught violating school rules means not breaking school rules, right? Besides, we are first-year wizards, so we have to be willful once in a while. Believe me, the professors won't come over tonight."

Parsifal smiled and said.

When he threw a spell on the door just now, he found that his spell was covered by another similar spell with a stronger effect, and it had no effect at all. Maybe the white wizard is outside the door right now, standing with his usual mysterious smile.

"Besides, I feel like I'm starting to like being a wizard a little bit, what do you think?"

Shaking up the back of the nursing bed, Parsifal leaned on it comfortably and said to himself.

Hermione drank her butterbeer and didn't answer, just glanced at him.

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