Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

It rained heavily for half a month.

At the end of November, the rain finally stopped, but it was not sunny, but heavy snow.

From the damp and cold of autumn to the damp and cold of winter.

The bad weather didn't stop Harry and Neville's training.

People are weak.

This is true for adults, and Neville is no exception. Even though the flame of "revenge" is always burning vigorously in his heart, the environment of Hogwarts is too safe.

Safety means slack.

When it was raining, Neville thought about giving up. The muddy road, cloudy view, and heavy rain were all unfavorable factors for exercising.

When it started to snow, he also thought about giving up. The heavy rain was too heavy and the snow made the environment even worse.

Harry didn't give him a chance to relax.

Grabbing him abruptly, he continued to exercise.

The contract was signed, and Neville had no chance to go back on his word.

In the past few days, he often went to the school doctor's office.

Neville has always been a frequent visitor to the school infirmary, but compared to previous years, he always came in due to some accidents - such as falling down the stairs, being accidentally "exploded" by Seamus, and eating George by mistake. and Fred's prank props.

These are real surprises!

No one played tricks on Neville.

Sometimes both George and Fred couldn't figure out how their prank props got into Neville's mouth.

Now, he would always enter the school infirmary because of some problems caused by exercise. Of course, intractable diseases that are difficult for ordinary people are nothing more than a spell or a bottle of potion for wizards. Neville had Madam Pomfrey examine him every week, and then asked Harry to rework his exercise program for himself.

Madam Pomfrey complained more than once, and she finally had the feeling that she really got the salary Hogwarts gave her.

However, this high-intensity exercise is also very effective.

Neville didn't lose weight, but gained quite a bit.

But it doesn't look like a "little fat man", but strong, but with that simple and honest face, it's hard to make people feel that he is threatening.

A simple and honest bear without any aggressiveness.

Saturday night.

Harry flipped through the papers of the three and put them aside.

"The theory is good." Half an hour later, Harry put it down and looked at Neville, "Hermione, would you and Ron join me in my practical training against Neville?"

Actual combat?

This word stunned all three of them.

Hermione was a little puzzled: "Don't we always have actual combat?"

"No, no, no, that's not actual combat." Harry shook his head meaningfully, and took a deep look at them, "That's just practical training, so that the theory can be mastered in practice, and it's very different from real combat."

"Neville must actually fight."

As he said that, Hali paused for a moment: "You can read it later, and then think about whether you want to practice combat with me."

Hermione and Ron nodded, they both sensed a different atmosphere.

Neville stared blankly at Harry, who picked up his wooden sword.

"Don't use this little toy." Harry waved his wand, and from the hat, an iron sword flew out - it was a birthday present from Neville before, "Use this."

"The real sword?" Neville took it carefully, "Is this too dangerous?"

"This is actual combat." Harry shook his head, emphatically, "actual combat."

"Neville, no, Mr Longbottom."

"From now on, the one standing in front of you is not Harry, but your enemy."

"You have to hold the belief of killing me."

With the belief of killing Potter.

Neville muttered under his breath, he felt that this was an idea that only Professor Snape would have.

Harry pulled out the Gryffindor sword, a wand in one hand, and a sword in the other. Standing at one end of the abandoned classroom, he looked at Neville at the other end: "Mr. Longbottom, the first actual battle, pull out the sword. I'll wait for you to do it." Get ready."

Neville carefully pulled out his sword and held it in his hand, just like Harry, with a wand in one hand and a sword in the other. After a long while, he took a deep breath and shouted: "Harry, no, Mr. Potter, I'm ready!" get ready."

The moment the voice landed.

Neville stared at Harry incredulously.

changed!

In his own eyes, Harry was still the same Harry, and he still looked the same, but everything had changed.

Nerves twitched, and my intuition told me, danger!

Turning wildly, like a peeping mirror that creaked and buzzed, howling inwardly.

"DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER!!!"

will die!

If you don't resist, you will really die!

Thinking about the swordsmanship I learned, I should make a defensive posture with a sword at this time.

No, no, no, it's a mantra.

Armor protection!

No, this spell can only defend against some magic, but cannot defend against the impact of physical attacks. Harry has great strength.

That should swoon?

Dazed and unable to hit Harry, the swordsman moved nimbly.

There are many obstacles!

Yes, there should be many obstacles!

Neville's expression finally fluctuated a little. He tried hard to move his body, but his hands and feet kept moving, and he was extremely stiff. When he looked at Harry, he was petrified by those water snake-like eyes.

move!

Move your hands quickly and say the spell.

He is anxious, eager.

Boom! He was kicked hard in the chest and fell down uncontrollably.

A cold light flashed in front of his eyes.

It was the sword light of Gryffindor's sword, rushing towards his head.

It's over!

died!

Neville's mind went blank, and there was a snort in his ear, and the long sword brushed against his ear, and it was driven hard into the floor tiles.

Tinnitus buzzing.

After a while, he heard someone questioning himself: "What are you thinking?"

The voice was familiar, it was Harry's.

Neville's pupils began to refocus, and he could clearly see that the speaker was Harry who was still stepping on him.

"As I said, I am your enemy now." Harry drew out his sword, "Don't think that only Professor Snape has the belief that he will kill me, you should too, this is actual combat."

He restrained his momentum.

The air in the abandoned classroom began to flow again, and the two onlookers were finally able to breathe.

"Neville?" Ron's voice trembled, "Are you still alive?"

Neville responded feebly: "Of course, I'm still alive."

"I thought you were really going to kill Neville." Hermione took a deep breath. It was the first time for her to watch Harry fight so closely.

Teach them differently than usual.

It's also different from Professor Flitwick's training.

For the first time, she felt that the nicknames given by George and Fred were so appropriate-"Lion King", Harry was like a real lion, and they were weak, pitiful, powerless rabbits, puppies, and dirt dogs. Like a rat.

"I do have that in mind." Harry waved his wand, lifted Neville up, and made him stand against the wall.

A piece of white meat flew out of the sorting hat and fell into his hands.

"Am I injured?" Neville looked at Harry, hesitantly.

"Ear, a bit of a scrape." Harry aimed his wand at the wall beside him, turning that piece into a mirror so he could see his own face clearly.

What an ugly face it is!

His face was flushed, his eyes were weak, and he was grateful.

What are you celebrating?

Glad I wasn't killed by Harry, even though I couldn't even resist?

How can you be so embarrassed that you will have the idea of ​​​​rejoicing.

Longbottom, oh Longbottom!

Neville examined himself, and after a long while, he noticed the small wound on his ear. The bleeding had stopped and had clotted into scabs after so long without medicine.

"Harry, I'm not so weak that I still need to use white fresh for my wound!" Neville clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed.

"I just want to find an excuse to conjure up a mirror so that you can take a good look at yourself." Harry said bluntly, "Do you like yourself in the mirror?"

Neville said nothing.

"Mr. Neville Longbottom in the mirror can't take revenge." Harry tilted his head, staring at the mirror mounted on the wall, and continued softly, "Look at that weak face, there is only revenge Anger, but no firm conviction."

"Perhaps, his body shape and magic level have changed a lot, but he is still that weak little Neville, so pitiful, he is so wronged that he hugs the pillow and cries every night."

"Harry!" Neville raised his fist and smashed the mirror with a bang, interrupting his words. The back of his fist was squeezed together with broken glass, dripping with blood.

"Mr. Longbottom, are you ready now?" Harry asked him.

"Of course!" Neville gritted his teeth.

"Then, let's go!" Harry landed on the ground with a loud sound, and ran towards Neville with a deft footstep, waving the long sword in his hand.

Neville made a parrying gesture.

"Whoa!" Several voices broke through the air.

Unexpectedly, the shards of the mirror stretched out and turned into vines, binding his limbs.

I haven't waited for him to react.

Heck - the long sword rubbed against his ear again, and pierced fiercely into the wall.

"I should praise you, at least you have faith this time, your body can move?" Harry and Neville looked at each other, "but what about your brain?"

"Faith and brain, can you only choose one of the two?"

Neville gritted his teeth: "Again!"

the third time!

Neville remembered that he was a wizard, but when he got close, he only focused on parrying with magic, forgetting that he was still holding a long sword in his other hand, and he still couldn't survive three moves.

"Longbottom, if I were Crouch, you would have died three times, three times!" Harry waved his wand, shooting fireworks.

The number three in gold and red turned into a crown and fell on his head.

"Look at how much the number on your head can break through tonight."

the fourth time!

Harry's long sword pierced Neville's thigh, causing him to let out a wail and fall to the ground pale and in pain.

"You're starting to become weak again." Harry said calmly, drew out his long sword, and took the potion for Neville. "This is actual combat, a fight of life and death."

When he was done, Harry daubed fresh water on his wound and cast the Restoration Charm.

"Maybe, this injury can deepen your cognition."

"Neville, treat me as an enemy."

"Can we continue?"

Neville gritted his teeth, threw the glass bottle out, and smashed it severely: "Of course, Mr. Potter!"

Ron and Hermione stood aside, dumbfounded.

They never thought that actual combat would be so cruel.

Neville "died" by Harry's sword again and again, and more or less wounds began to appear on his body. This night was extremely long.