Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

It's a finger and it's a wand.

Comes from his father.

Crouch feels great now.

He was not defenseless, and he could still feel that the "magic wand" with a different shape in his hand was full of power.

It was much more powerful than the wands he had used before - whether they were bought at school, his so-called biological father's, or Moody's.

The real father is fighting alongside him.

His eyes lingered, turning from his index finger to the person opposite.

The former chubby boy is now a well-known strong man in Gryffindor. He is over 1.8 meters tall and is less than half a head taller than Barty Crouch Jr.

"Crouch." Neville took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He held the wand in one hand and the steel sword in the other as he spoke his name.

This is a nightmare that he will never let go of in his life.

Even in the first and second grade, when I haven't built up my confidence yet, I still have to rely on memory balls to keep myself from forgetting anything.

But Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty Crouch, these two names can never be forgotten no matter what.

"I have killed Lestrange." He said, his tone became calmer, as if stating an established fact, "Same for you."

"Longbottom." Crouch grinned. "You really look like your father."

He raised his index finger, which was like an extended part of his body.

"Does your wailing look like him?"

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

The curse was cast and shot towards him.

Neville turned sideways and waved his wand, and a few seeds slipped from his hand and landed lightly on the ground.

Use force under your feet.

He rushed towards the person he hated deeply.

Crouch waved his wand: "Your father was once as heroic as you."

"That's it, come to me without any hesitation."

"He wanted to protect his family, but unfortunately, he didn't have that ability."

"Is he okay now?"

The spell he cast was somewhat beyond Crouch's expectations. He didn't even recite the spell. He originally just wanted to raise a cloud of snow dust and interfere with Neville's vision.

but.

The snow wave surged towards Longbottom.

It startled him.

Unparalleled power.

In the snow.

Crouch predicted the trajectory of Neville's attack, uttered a spell, and the Cruciatus Curse was shot out in the wind and snow.

But Kongluoluo missed.

Howling wind——

Crouch chanted a spell loudly: "Armor for protection!"

The spell is timely.

Just on the invisible armor, a sword suddenly struck from behind him, with a clanging sound and sparks flying everywhere.

"Retreat the enemy three feet!"

Neville's voice was low, his wand pressed against the armor, and powerful magic burst out. With a bang, Crouch was overturned, seemingly knocked away, and flew towards the place where he was standing just now.

"Grow fast!"

He waved his wand again.

The few seeds dropped just now developed and grew in an instant, controlling and immobilizing Crouch in mid-air.

It's dragon's claw vine.

The most dangerous magical plant that Neville could come into contact with.

It has thick, bracken-like twisting branches and three trunks that tightly bind Crouch like a dragon's claws - hence its name.

The viscous liquid slid down, sizzling, and Crouch's clothes were corroding visibly.

Crouch was surprised.

This kind of fighting ideas and experience are not at the level that a young wizard at school should have.

Neville looked at him coldly, his hands constantly moving, waving his wand, making preparations.

He was already familiar with fighting under poor visual conditions.

As the only wizard whose fighting style is more like Harry's, Neville has always been a troublesome opponent.

The battle between him and Hermione was both victorious and victorious.

As long as Hermione can suppress Neville with magic at the beginning, she will win. On the contrary, as long as Neville gets within five steps, Neville will win.

And Ron is a typical Gryffindor.

Her knowledge is not as broad as Hermione's. Her mastery of spells and combat thinking are all at a decent level. Among students and even among Aurors, she is at a high level. However, she is not enough in front of Neville and Hermione. look.

Catch up?

Unlike the two of them, Ron didn't have much motivation.

So he thought of a way. Since I can't beat you head-on, I will drag you to the same conditions as myself, and then use my rich experience to defeat you.

Cloud Charm, Weasley Brothers Laughing Prank Toy

Make a mess of the environment.

This method is indeed effective. It caused those who suffered a lot at first, but now they have begun to adapt and deal with this situation skillfully.

Crouch was tied up by the dragon's claw vines, but he didn't panic at all. He tilted his head and looked at Neville: "I remember Potter's little girlfriend. She got twelve "O"s in the OLS exam?"

Neville didn't reply.

"But do you know?" The dragon claw vine wrapped him tighter, Crouch always maintained a calm and gentle tone, "Before her, there were two people in Hogwarts, and they also got twelve." O"."

"A father to me."

"One is me who is almost exactly the same as my father."

At this point, Crouch paused: "Do you know what this means?"

"The tricks I learned from Hogwarts are no match for me."

A snap——

A crisp sound of snapping fingers.

Dragon Claw Vine suddenly stagnated. Like most magical vine plants, it was afraid of flames. But it is different from the devil's ivy, which is afraid of flames with little temperature. But relatively speaking, it is more fire-resistant and requires more intense flames to subdue this plant.

Black fire surged out.

The dragon's claw vine retracted its rope and dropped the food that had been in his mouth.

Crouch landed lightly, his eyes even more surprised.

Even though he had just escaped from prison, his body felt terrible and stiff.

But there has never been a day in his life that was as beautiful as it is now.

He looked down at his father's index finger in his hand.

Power comes from it.

It feels so good, a true son inheriting a true father.

He raised his hand and even felt the magic floating outside his body - this was a state that his father often mentioned, where will dominates the world.

"Longbottom." Crouch raised his head gracefully and raised his wand high, imitating Voldemort. "Are you ready to feel what your parents once felt?"

He raised it slightly, and the wind and snow started.

The entire Quidditch pitch was enveloped in a thick and turbulent ice and snow storm.

On the black lake.

Sprout and McGonagall stared at the place where the flames had just disappeared, and then immediately turned their heads towards the Quidditch pitch.

Neville!

If Harry is their proudest and most assured student, then Neville is their favorite and most distressed child.

Harry is so mature that they already treat him as an equal.

But Neville was different, he was still a student.

In the first and second grade, he was a pitiful little one. His parents were once comrades in the Order of the Phoenix, and were tortured by Death Eaters into St. Mungo's. Then he slowly grew up, began to gather courage, and cheered up.

Smart, gentle and brave.

Sometimes McGonagall wondered why he was hanging out with a group of lawless little lions when he looked more like Hufflepuff.

Now Neville and Crouch are teleported away.

They worry.

Without thinking, Mag turned into a tabby cat, and Sprout ran towards it.

"No, Minerva, Pomona." Dumbledore stopped them, and while wary of Voldemort, he spoke, "I need your help now."

Sprout turned back: "Albus, what are you talking about?"

"Navita"

Dumbledore whispered: "Trust Neville."

"That's my opinion and Harry's opinion."

Mag and Sprout stopped.

Voldemort sneered: "I have to say, this will be the stupidest decision you and Potter have ever made."

Dumbledore shook his head: "Really?"

"Harry said that Neville had been preparing for this day for a long time. Before that, he had already killed Lestrange with his own hands."

These words could not shake Voldemort's heart.

But let Mag and Sprout calm down a little.

Dumbledore continued: "Minerva, take Pomona and the others to stabilize the magic of Hogwarts."

"Especially the shadow lock."

The two of them nodded and headed towards the castle.

Voldemort remained motionless and frowned slightly. He looked towards the direction of the Quidditch pitch. Although he had never been a member of the Quidditch team, he was no stranger to it. The wind and frost had just begun to roll in there.

He waved his wand and flew there.

Dumbledore uttered the spell.

The ice surface surged up and a tall wall was erected, blocking his way.

"Tom, that's a matter between Neville and Crouch Jr." Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "You'd better stay here and stay with me."

The confrontation started again.

Geralt would occasionally hit him with a sniper shot when he was caught off guard, but it had little effect.

It is difficult for firearms to pose any effective threat to such powerful wizards, especially when they have taken precautions.

But this kind of interference will definitely distract Voldemort.

This did not create any advantage for Dumbledore, but it was enough for him to drag Voldemort to the Quidditch pitch.

Voldemort also tried to use magic to destroy the spell and apparate over, but McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout stabilized the spell in the castle, making it difficult for him to fight Dumbledore. time to do it.

Who does the Patronus Charm send messages to?

Even if Harry was in another world at this moment, he couldn't be sure that Dumbledore really had no way to deliver the news.

Steady first.

Get familiar with the body, add some gadgets that you still lack, such as wands, and then deal with them.

Voldemort confirmed his idea and flew out of the castle.

Dumbledore gave chase.

There was no further harassment, and with the cooperation of the three professors, Hogwarts gradually recovered.

On the Quidditch pitch.

The wind and snow were still fierce, and Crouch stood there, shouting and laughing, waving his index finger.

The Cruciatus Curse was shot out by him one after another.

"Longbottom, you don't like to talk too much. Where are you now? Why are you just running away like a mouse!"