Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Most of the little wizards were still immersed in the afterglow of yesterday's carnival and were still sleeping soundly at this moment.

Including Harry and Ron, who were exhausted from the Chamber of Secrets investigation and decided to take a good vacation.

While the two of them were soundly sleeping, Neville had already gotten up early, packed up, rubbed his chubby little face, and strode out of the common room.

Yesterday morning, instead of receiving a gift from Lynn, he received a note.

During this Christmas holiday, at the request of his grandmother, he will stay in school and receive instruction from this elder who is both a professor at the school and a close friend of his parents.

He was a little nervous, but more excited and happy.

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"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

"Professor, I'm Neville."

Outside the office door, the early morning breeze was a little chilly, making Neville feel a little cold, and his voice trembled slightly.

But when the door opens, the warmth of spring hits you.

He was greeted by Lynn's smiling face and a steaming hot breakfast.

"Did Augusta tell you why I left you in school?" Lynn asked softly as she watched Neville wolfing down his food.

"No." Neville shook his head, "Grandma told me to just listen to you."

"You are an obedient child." Lin En smiled dotingly, "But I know that you are very opinionated and stick to your principles in many cases. These are very valuable qualities, just like Alice. Frank is not as good as her in this aspect."

"Mom...can you tell me about her?"

Thinking of his mother, Neville looked confused. Because of his grandmother's forgetfulness spell, he could only remember what happened to his mother after St. Mungo's, and he could never ask about her previous experiences.

All family members are hiding it from him.

"I called you here today to tell you this, not only about Alice, but also about Frank." Looking into the boy's eyes, Lynn said solemnly.

He had been thinking about this conversation for a long time, and canceling his Christmas plans to go to Beauxbatons was also based on this consideration.

With the death of Bellatrix and Neville's gradual growth, there are some things that can be told to him.

"Really?" Neville was surprised and happy, "Thank you!"

Lin En smiled and said, "Silly boy, why are you being so polite to me? You can ask any questions you want today."

"I think... I want to know what made them what they are today." Neville looked over eagerly.

"They were hit by the Death Eaters' Unforgivable Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, for three consecutive days."

Lin En patted his shoulder and whispered, "They have a strong will, so they can hold on for so long."

Neville lowered his head: "I heard you and grandma talk about it."

"Frank and Alice are my saviors and my best friends," Lynn said. "That's why I'm your godfather, but I'm not very competent and I haven't been able to heal them."

"No, Grandma and I are very grateful to you." Neville said seriously.

"Don't you blame me for not helping you teach Snape a lesson?" Lynn smiled with relief. "I know what this petty old bat has done. Now that I'm here, he won't dare to target you anymore."

"Grandma told me to overcome difficulties by myself, and I think so too - although he is indeed a little scary." Neville said shyly, and then asked eagerly, "Can you tell me about Dad and Mom?"

"Of course, let me start from when I met them."

A yellowed photo album floated out of the drawer. Lynn placed it in front of Neville and slowly opened it.

Every page was a photo of him and the Longbottom family. Behind each photo was a story, recording the vivid traces left by this prestigious Auror couple in that darkest era.

Rescuing Lynn from crisis in Birmingham was just one of their countless heroic deeds. The only special thing about it was that it started this friendship.

As the most outstanding Auror duo at the time, the powerful and open-minded Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom were like bright colors in the darkness. They always boosted the emotions of those around them and conveyed joy and optimism amidst tense battles and constant sacrifices.

Everybody likes them, except the Dark Lord and his minions, and those rats who hide in the shadows and dare not show their faces, but secretly support the Dark Lord.

Compared to the Weasleys, they were the first family to be called pure-blood traitors.

But for the couple, this is not only not a bad reputation, but a great compliment.

They fought bravely until that late autumn night, when they were ambushed by Death Eaters who had planned it well.

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"So they were always brave?"

Tears welled up in Neville's eyes. Only now did he fully understand the identities of those people who often visited his home.

"Of course, they have always been brave." Lynn held Neville's shoulders and said word by word, "They are the most courageous and self-sacrificing people I have ever seen. They are true Gryffindors."

"But they..." Neville lowered his head and wiped his eyes.

"You don't need to worry about revenge, Neville. Leave the affairs of our fathers to them." After handing over the handkerchief, Lynn stood up and walked to the cabinet. "But you also have things to do. That's why I called you here today."

As he spoke, he opened the cabinet door and took out three wands that were lying in the corner.

"What...I have to do myself?" Neville wiped the tears from his eyes, puzzled.

"Yes, according to my research, you are the most important link in the recovery of Frank and Alice."

Lynn said solemnly, then sat down in front of him and placed the wands in his hand one by one on the coffee table.

The aura of black magic was faintly emanating from the air, making people feel uncomfortable.

But Neville didn't care about that. He grabbed Lynn's hand and asked excitedly, "What can I do? As long as I can wake up mom and dad, I can do anything!"

"You need to learn a very advanced magic, which requires great magic power and firm will. Only you can do it, not me, just like last time in St. Mungo's." Lynn looked at Neville and said calmly.

In Neville's eyes, those amber eyes that always brought a gentle smile to their faces every time they met were more serious than ever before.

He realized something.

"You are far from having enough power and willpower right now," Lin En said, "so I prepared this year's Christmas gift."

He pointed to the wand on the table.

"Rabastan Lestrange. He was the first one, but he was a wimp. He died after only half an hour of being under the Cruciatus Curse."

The wand on the left hand side is short and thick, just like the appearance of this ferocious-looking but cowardly Death Eater.

"Rodolphus Lestrange, he was still a tough guy, but he was burned to ashes by my fire spell."

The wand on the right hand side is like a black python. Even though it has been silent for many years, the aura of black magic has not dissipated.

"And finally Bellatrix Lestrange. I gave her the same end as her husband, not too long ago."

The wand in the middle is slender and curved, like a piece of dead wood, but its aura is the most powerful, deep and evil.

"Now these three wands are all yours. It must be very difficult to use the wand of your enemy, but this is just the right time to temper your will and strength. You have to use your courage, not hatred, to overcome this obstacle. Now follow me, I will give you the most rigorous special training."

Chapter 95 There is no savior

"Eliminate...eliminate your weapons!"

In the training ground of the Room of Requirement, Neville could only produce a faint red light despite his best efforts.

Even though Rabastan's wand was the weakest, it still caused him great trouble.

This made the situation even worse for him as he was not very good at duel magic.

With just a wave of his hand, Lin En sent the crooked red light flying far away.

"Too slow! And too weak!" Lynn said sternly, "Think of me as Bellatrix. You must remember that hatred is a shackle, but anger is not! Use emotions to drive magic!"

Before he finished his words, a thick red light hit Neville's feet. It was Lynn's disarming spell, and the power was far different.

On the training ground, Lin En is no longer the gentle professor and elder, but the most demanding instructor.

"I understand! Expelliarmus!"

Neville was also not vague. His face was tense, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

In anger, a more condensed ray of light shot straight towards Lynn.

"Very good! Keep this state, remember the anger now, it is the source of your power, but you are its master!" Lynn chopped down the magic wand with force, defeated the incoming spell, and shouted, "Keep going, attack! Don't stop!"

The shouts and roars continued, and the bright red light lit up and went out again and again.

Holding the enemy's magic wand, feeling resentment and unwillingness, the ignorant boy took a crucial step in his growth.

Two hours passed in a flash.

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The walls, the floor, the ceiling, everywhere you look, there are traces of the spell explosion.

Neville fell down due to exhaustion again and again, and struggled to get up again and again, performing this simplest duel magic countless times until the last bit of potential in his body was completely drained.

He was struggling with the wand all the time. The circulation of magic power was unprecedentedly sluggish and he could only cast it by force. The consumption of each spell was several times that of usual time.

After being blocked by Lynn for the last time, his limbs were numb instead of sore, and his mind was filled with constant tingling.

This is a manifestation of excessive consumption of both physical and mental strength, which is exactly what Lin En wants.

Augusta's spell of oblivion completely erased Neville's memory of his parents' torture, but it was too strong, causing lasting damage to his underdeveloped brain.

This loss is not only reflected in memory, but also in the growth of magic power.

This method of challenging the limits of his body and mind can stimulate his spirit, prompting it to grow again and absorb and repair the trauma.

Only by breaking through limits can new potential be unleashed.

Looking at Neville slumped on the dummy, although Lynn felt reluctant, he still kept a straight face, gave him a bottle of vitality potion, and rushed between the dummies to carry out his own training.

It was also a demonstration for Neville.

The hawthorn wood wand that was in harmony with his mind and spirit made his spellcasting efficiency even higher. His nimble footsteps matched with his fierce spells, and in an instant the sky and the earth darkened. Even the sturdy dummy could not withstand it and shattered into countless pieces that scattered all over the ground.

With just the simplest disarming spell, he tried his hand at it and the training ground was reduced to a mess.

And this is just the beginning. The fragments all over the ground are perfect materials for transfiguration.

With a wave of his hand, a dozen mighty lions appeared out of nowhere in the ruins and pounced towards Lin En.

"careful!"

Neville exclaimed instinctively, and the unfinished vitality potion fell to the ground.

The shiny hair, sharp fangs and lifelike appearance of the lion terrified him.

I even forgot that they were created by Lynn's transformation.

At the critical moment, he raised his wand with difficulty and shouted through gritted teeth: "Expelliarmus!"

The little bit of magic power that had just been restored was completely squeezed out, and a thick red beam shot out from the wand and hit the back of a lion.

"Bam—"

With a dull explosion, the lion fell to the ground, revealing a huge gap on its back.

But this did not affect the lions' siege. They showed their teeth and claws, but Lin En remained calm and unmoved.

Just as the claws were about to fall, mysterious rune symbols quickly condensed beside him.

The tall figure disappeared abruptly as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth, and then appeared outside the encirclement in an instant.

A thin red light shot out from the magic wand and turned into a shining red ribbon in the air, which was dazzling.

"boom--"

The continuous explosions almost formed a line, and more than a dozen steel lions were hit almost at the same time and shattered in the explosion.

“This…this is…?”

Neville's mouth opened wide, completely stunned by the scene before him.

In his eyes, it seemed as if Lin En had completed the spatial shift and spell casting in an instant.

The speed was so fast that even the naked eye could hardly catch it, and only an incomprehensible red light could be seen.

This season was beyond his imagination.

Lynn turned around with a smile and encouraged, "The disarming spell just now was great, Neville. Did you see my magic clearly?"

"No... I didn't see it clearly. I could understand the first part, but the latter part was too fast." Neville said weakly. The disarming spell just now almost drained him dry. His wand fell to the ground and the air was full of the smell of vitality potion.

"Just remember the first part. Even if you can't master it now, you will be able to do it one day. As for the second part, you will understand it later."