Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 415: Powers Voldemort Does Not Understand

It is now the middle of winter at Hogwarts, with catkins flying everywhere.

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

Neville felt the same way at this moment.

In front of him, cards containing different powers were surrounding him.

They are sharp, sacred, agile, or as steady as the earth.
Each card gave him a feeling that he could rely on it as a trump card.

Neville seemed to have thought of something.

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

The magic wand spun and stood up again, following the rotation of a metal card.

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

"Sword?" Neville read doubtfully.

Sonorous!

The sound of swords clashing and metal and stone hitting each other could be heard.

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

"This?" Neville carefully held the strange indigo-colored metallic sword.

He discovered that the sword was inexplicably light. With the dim light refracted from the snowflakes in the sky, he could see unknown words on the sword that looked very smooth and like clouds.

"It seems you chose the Sword card."

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

Direction spell. Place the wand on your palm and recite this spell. The wand will rotate and point to due north.

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

And now, Neville actually used it to find the spell that suits him best.

Sword card, or lightsaber spell.

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

It is not like the Shadowless Divine Sharp Sword that releases an invisible sword with 'venom' that prevents wounds from healing.

Instead, he used the magic wand as the hilt and forged the magic power into a lightsaber.

But for Ryan, whose life level and magic skills have reached level 6 (demigod wizard).

The spells he invented before were no longer so simple.

The lightsaber spell now is more like a conceptual sword.

It can cut whatever the caster wants to cut.

In other words, you can use it to stab an enemy's heart while only penetrating their clothes.

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

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

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

Only Ryan knew why.

Neville's mother may be crazy, but she still recognizes her child.

Every time she saw him, he would give her what he thought was the best thing - the leftover candy wrapper of Blowing Treasure bubble gum.

"What about this sword?" Neville said after taking a deep breath.

"Don't you notice it's getting smaller?"

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

"It is the result of my knowledge forged with your magic."

"Wait until it disappears, then you can have a good sleep." Ryan nodded, and the magic book that had just been floating in the air returned to Hermione's hand.

"Take a nap?" Neville saw the remaining hilt of the sword in his hand. Seeing Neville standing there in a daze, he left him there.

Ryan walked towards Hogwarts Castle with Hermione and Luna.

Maybe it was because Ryan and the others were stopped by Neville for a while, and it was already lunch time, which resulted in the road back to the castle being very deserted.

They seemed to be walking in a lonely castle.

"He was just thinking about his mother." An ethereal and melancholy female voice suddenly sounded in the quiet corridor.

It's Luna.

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

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

Just as Hermione was about to say something else, she was stopped by Ryan's look.

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

"And a sword appeared."

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

This was also to divert attention from the issue that Luna had just mentioned, which Ryan did not want her to know more about.

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

"Each child chosen, born under certain conditions and at a certain time, possesses powers that Voldemort does not understand."

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

"Mine is the magic that can conceal oneself and isolate oneself from the world."

"What's Neville's?"

"What he has is an energy of escapism and rejection of magic."

"This is just like Harry and me. It's not a power that I was born with."

"Harry was her mother's sacrifice."

"I inherited the name Smith."

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

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

This is why Neville, who could manipulate the blanket to wrap himself tighter as soon as he was born, did not show any wizarding qualities as a child.

When Voldemort used a full-body binding spell on him, he was able to break free through willpower.

He took the opportunity to pull the Sword of Gryffindor from the burning Sorting Hat and killed Voldemort's last Horcrux, Nagini.

Achieved the achievement of Gryffindor Swordmaster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The lightsaber spell is in his hands. I have already 'thought' about what kind of fruit it will bloom into."

"Hermione, you might see that, swinging a sword directly at the magic beam, no, I almost mistaken him for having the same reflexes as me."

"What you should see is Neville, who has been hit by multiple spells but is still alive and well and has no reaction at all." Ryan turned his head and looked at Hermione.

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

Hermione was so shocked that she stopped in her tracks.

(End of this chapter)