Chapter 729： Neville's growth

A world of complete equality and complete peace is not always good.

Because of these equality, everyone can kneel and pray before Voldemort as equals.

Because of these peaces, everyone can peacefully offer everything to Voldemort.

Peace and equality are very important, but in many cases, they are not the most important.

Only the diversity of the world can produce more possibilities. Just like the four colleges at Hogwarts, Slytherin students are not always welcome by students from the other three colleges.

But for more than a thousand years, the inheritance of the entire magical world has agreed to be inseparable from the wizards of Slytherin.

After breakfast, the first day of the Hogwarts school year finally began.

The changes in Hogwarts as a whole were slowly revealed in front of everyone.

In the first few weeks, Hogwarts taught as far as possible in accordance with some habits of previous years.

In the first few days, all the students, under the guidance of the teacher, repeatedly mastered the spells they had learned.

In this year's class, the requirements of the spell can not only be passed by just learning. Every student must master a spell completely and thoroughly before they can achieve results on that spell.

On Friday’s breakfast, on the tower of the castle, there is a large lounge chair and a small round table next to the lounge chair.

There were snacks and tea on the small round table. George was drinking tea while lazily watching the students' training.

Today is another quiet and peaceful day.

On the grass outside Hogwarts Castle, a group of silhouettes were running fast.

George could still see from a distance, the students' chests violently rising and falling, and heavy breathing.

"Yes, run, don't stop."

Professor McGonagall’s voice was louder than usual. She shouted at the students, "Fighting and class are completely different things."

"In class, you can cast spells peacefully in a quiet environment. But in battle, you can't even stand in place. A stupid wizard standing in place to cast spells cannot be called a wizard who knows how to fight."

"This year, you no longer need to learn more magic. But you must be familiar with any of the basic spells in the new textbook."

The students of Gryffindor and Slytherin had already ran many laps back and forth around the grass. They dragged their heavy steps breathlessly, and under the urging of Professor McGonagall, they continued to run.

They had to maintain enough speed, and once they slowed down unknowingly, the few Newfoundland hounds behind them would rush behind their ass, threatening their **** with teeth and claws.

"Neville, run faster and you will be caught up by the hounds."

Harry, who was half a circle ahead of the team, warned Neville.

"I...I...I know."

Neville's heart was filled with infinite distress, and he quickened his pace with a weeping face.

Last year, he discovered his talent in the potions class, which almost changed his entire destiny. His level of potion making is getting better and better, even surpassing most of his classmates.

He has been welcomed and encouraged by everyone in the mutual aid agency, and his self-confidence has also been greatly improved. Even with his other courses, he is getting better and better.

He thought he had completely got rid of the fate of the tail of the crane.

But he didn't expect the new training to hit his short board again. He is a bit fat, not flexible enough, and running fast enough. In the new course, he once again became the bottom, the idiot chased by the hounds.

"Neville, what are you thinking, be careful of your ass."

Ron exclaimed loudly.

A Newfoundland hound has caught up with the clumsy Neville. It has followed Neville for several minutes, but Neville has not speeded up. Finally, the Newfoundland hound opened its mouth wide and rushed towards Neville's round butt.

Listening to Ron's reminder, the corner of Neville's eyes swept over the hound's sharp teeth, and the cross-toothed weapon, with the sound of wind, was about to bite his ass.

Neville took a deep breath, his mind sank, and he shouted.

"Demacia!"

A sudden surge of courage from the bottom of my heart, mixed with heat, flows through Neville's body. A semi-transparent mask suddenly enveloped him.

The light mask that appeared suddenly slammed into the sharp teeth of the hound, making a creaking sound, and bounced the Newfoundland hound far away.

"Pretty!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all applauded Neville's performance.

George on the tower tapped the table with his fingers, "It's really a good performance, and Neville has unconsciously grasped Yan Ling."

George was surprised by Neville’s performance recently. After Neville’s parents recovered from his illness, he was like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. All of his aptitudes and abilities are rapidly improvingNavi’s curse , Is no longer bothering him as before. And his speech spirit has reached a very good point. Just now when Neville yelled "Demacia!", even though he was far away, George could see the translucent mask covering Neville's body.

It can be seen only through the shield that the defense of this spirit is comparable to the iron armor curse. In terms of the courage effect brought by the spirit itself, its flexibility surpassed the Iron Armor Curse.

Based on this language alone, Neville can gain a net advantage in comparison with other students.

In particular, when he added Ling Ling to the iron armor curse, his defense far exceeded other students. Even the black magic used by elite wizards can hardly break through the protection of the iron armor curse and the voice spirit at the same time.

"Unexpectedly, before I knew it, Neville had grown to this point."

George suddenly felt that he seemed to ignore Neville a little. Neville, whom he had not paid too much attention to before, seemed to be a good seed.

The current Neville, if he can fully grasp the power of the word spirit, with a little training, he will not lose to the other members of the Brotherhood.

However, he quickly realized that Neville was able to grow to where he is now, more or less because Yan Ling and Neville's minds were pure and very compatible. Neville's distress in studying and cursing may have been vented to Yan Ling's practice before he could achieve his current results.

George put his mind down and continued to watch the students' training

Neville didn't care about his results. He didn't know how good his performance was. He could only see that he was hanging far behind his classmates and became the tail of the crane again.

Thinking of this, he sighed again. With the heat transferred from his body, he quickened his pace and finally caught up with his classmates.

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