Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 515 Ron’s Suspicion

Ron felt like he was feeling a little weird lately.

While waiting for Neville to come.

He discovered that Ginny had, for the first time ever, asked for leave from The Quibbler, saying she wanted to accompany Harry.

But she's not the type who clings to you all the time.

But - as long as he got close, no matter what Ginny was busy with, she would come out from nowhere and run to Harry's side.

This really puzzled him.

Especially recently, because the rush work on the smoke bottle had been completed during the first half of the summer vacation, he had more time to play with Harry.

This also made him sure that it was not an illusion or a coincidence.

Ron thought time would heal everything.

Wasn't Ginny the same when Harry first came to their house?

Even if Draco didn't tell him why, everything would turn out well as time went on.

But he was wrong.

In his room, accompanied by the sound of ghouls banging on steel pipes in the attic, Draco flushed as he adjusted his robes, trying to smooth out the wrinkles and cover up the exposed skin.

"Ron, are you crazy?" Draco was very dissatisfied when he was suddenly dragged upstairs and locked in Ron's room.

"I'm not crazy!
There must be something wrong!

Ever since Neville arrived the other day, Harry had changed.

He no longer suddenly lost his mind and made out with Ginny.

On the contrary, he was outside the house, in the mountains and fields, secretly hanging out with Neville all day, doing something unknown!
I think there might be something wrong with Harry!

Then he looked at Draco on the side and said, "Draco, you have to help me!

Although I don't want to admit it, when it comes to scheming and how people interact with each other, I'm afraid you understand it better."

"You and Ginny really are brother and sister." Draco couldn't help but applaud.

"What do you mean?" Ron rubbed the back of his head in confusion.

Draco looked at Ron as if he was a fool: "You didn't realize it all along, did you?

Let me give you a friendly reminder - Dumbledore and Grindelwald."

Ron slapped his thigh. "Gorgon! How could Ginny think that!"

"It's just the same as you are now!" Draco raised his eyebrows.

“This is different, my guesses are all well-founded.

You think about it.

Remember when you were at Hogwarts?

We discussed Neville's physical changes, and you speculated whether he had learned the Fenrir avatar. "

"Remember." Facing Ron's question, Draco nodded in cooperation.

It wasn't that he believed Ron's guess.

Rather, he wanted to see how outrageous Ron could be.

“That’s right spicy!
You may not have noticed because you were not Harry and Neville's roommate.

But I am!
I noticed that Harry disappeared after we discussed Neville's size.

Late at night, I returned to the dormitory with Neville, chatting and laughing.

Their relationship also inexplicably progressed a lot.

This behavior continued until the end of the semester.”

Draco originally came to listen to Ron's analysis with the intention of listening to a joke.

However, the more Ron spoke, the more serious his expression became.

“Besides, don’t you find it weird?

After his parents returned to normal, Neville actually chose to come to Harry?
This doesn't make sense. Even if his parents are busy, they will go home at night. Why does he have to come to our house?
Are his parents as busy as my dad?" Ron continued.

"Yes! How could they be as busy as Mr. Weasley?" Draco nodded quickly.

"So, combined with the fact that now he and Harry disappear whenever they have time.

There's only one conclusion." Ron looked at Draco.

However, before Draco could return, the door opened with a bang!
"Neville Longbottom is having an affair with Harry Potter!" It was Ginny.

It was the first time Ron saw someone's hair standing up.

But Ginny was now.

The fiery red hair kept flying in the air like a burning flame.

"Ginny, don't worry, Ron and I will help you!" Draco wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He had a feeling that if he said the wrong thing, he would be killed by an enraged Ginny.

On the other side, among the mountains and ridges, two figures were like leaves drifting in the wind, colliding in the air, on the treetops, and in the grass, and then separating.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha—" Neville panted and stood leaning on his sword.

The originally lush grass was now bare, with traces of people being dragged.

The naked upper body shines brightly under the sun and sweat.

"Huff, huff—" Harry fell directly to the ground, covering his eyes with one hand to block the scorching sun, while the other hand still tightly grasped a huge sword without an edge.

He had also taken off his robe and hung it on a tree a dozen feet away.

He was very surprised now. After he digested the red beast mask two days ago, he thought that except Ryan, there was no other wizard in the world who could compete with him physically.

But I didn't expect Neville to be so powerful.

It gave him such a big shock.

To the extent that he didn't even notice the fleeting sense of danger.

Just thought it was an illusion.

"Do you want more?" Neville held the tip of the wand in his mouth, and streams of clear water flowed out from the tip of the wand in his left hand.

"No.

But Neville, is your magic really related to swords?" Harry supported himself with his hands, sat up, and looked at Neville.

The tangled, bulging muscles on Neville's body made him suspect that the magic that Ryan taught Neville was specifically for muscle training.

It has nothing to do with swords at all.

You know, after he swallowed the potion, had his blood transfused, forged his heart, absorbed another self, and digested Voldemort's power, he was only at this level.

How could Neville reach such a level with that so-called 'sword' magic?

"Is the way of the sword something that does not change?
Only with this strength can I swing the sword.

With this physique, I can cooperate perfectly with the sword.

With this magic power, I can break all the curses!" When Neville said the last part, he had already jumped high, holding a huge sword without a blade, and slashing.

But in front of him was a column of water.

The handle of the wand in its hand was inserted into the fertile soil. After the wand was separated from its owner, clear spring water as thick as a wrist still shot into the sky from the tip of the wand.

"Hey!" With a loud roar, the water flow that could not be cut off was cut off in half, and Neville fell heavily on the grass with the giant sword.

The smooth and flat cross-section is like an invisible membrane, blocking the upward flow of water.

The water spread out in all directions, splashing around wantonly.

Like a fountain, Neville and Harry, both shirtless, were now enveloped in mist.

The sun shines on the mist, forming gorgeous rainbows.

The cool feeling of the cold water droplets touching their burning skin made Harry and Neville scream out.

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

(End of this chapter)