Chapter 729 Neville's Growth

A perfectly equal, perfectly peaceful world is not necessarily all good.

Because of these equality, everyone can kneel before Voldemort and pray on an equal footing.

Because of these peace, everyone can give everything to Voldemort peacefully.

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

Only the diversity of the world can produce more possibilities. Like the four Houses of Hogwarts, Slytherin students are traditionally unpopular with students from the other three.

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 new Hogwarts school year finally began.

The changes in the entire Hogwarts are also slowly announced in front of everyone.

In the past few weeks, the teaching of Hogwarts tried to follow some of the habits of previous years.

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

In this year's class, the requirements for magic spells are not just learning to pass the test. Every student must completely and thoroughly master a magic spell before they can achieve results on that magic spell.

On Friday's breakfast, on the tower of the castle, there was a large chaise longue, and a small round table was placed beside the chaise longue.

There were snacks and tea on the small round table. While drinking tea, George watched the students' training lazily.

Today is another quiet and peaceful day.

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

George could still see from a distance, the students' chests heaving violently and breathing heavily.

"Yes, run, don't stop."

Professor McGonagall's voice was louder than usual. She shouted to the students, "Battle and class are two 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 foolish wizard who stands in place and casts spells can't be called a wizard who knows how to fight."

"This year, you don't need to learn more magic. But the basic spells in the new textbook, any of which you must be familiar with."

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students had been running many laps around the grass. They were panting and dragging their heavy pace, and under the urging of Professor McGonagall, they continued to run.

They had to keep up enough speed that as soon as they unwittingly slowed down, a couple of Newfoundland hounds behind them would rush behind their asses, threatening them with claws.

"Neville, run faster and you'll be overtaken 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 anguish, and he quickened his pace with a sad face.

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

He has been welcomed and encouraged by everyone in the mutual aid society, his self-confidence has also been greatly improved, and even his other courses are getting better and better.

He thought he had completely escaped the fate of the tail of the crane.

But he didn't expect the new training to hit his short board again. He's a little fat, he's not agile enough, and he's not running fast enough. On the new course, he was once again the bottom of the bum, being chased by the hounds.

"Neville, what are you thinking, watch your ass."

Ron exclaimed loudly.

A Newfoundland hound had caught up with the clumsy Neville, who had followed Neville for several minutes, and Neville had not picked up speed. Finally, the Newfoundland Hound opened his mouth and lunged at Neville's round butt.

Hearing Ron's reminder, Neville's out-of-the-way vision swept the Hound's sharp teeth.

The canine-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 in his heart, mixed with dry heat, flowed through Neville's body. A translucent mask suddenly enveloped him.

The mask that suddenly appeared, slammed into the sharp teeth of the hound, made a clicking 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 lightly with his finger, "It's really a good performance, Neville actually mastered the spirit of words unknowingly."

Neville's performance recently surprised George. After Neville's parents recovered, he was like a butterfly, and all his aptitudes and abilities were rapidly improving.

Neville's spell learning no longer bothered him as much as before. And his speech spirit has reached a very good level. When Neville shouted "Demacia!" just now, even from a long distance, George could see the translucent light shield covering Neville's body.

Only through the shield, it can be seen that the defense of this Word Spirit is comparable to the Iron Armor Curse. In terms of the courage effect brought by the spirit itself, its flexibility is even more than the iron armor spell.

With this word alone, Neville was able to gain a net advantage over the other students.

In particular, when he added the Word Spirit to the Iron Armor Spell, his defense far surpassed that of the other students. Even the black magic used by elite wizards is difficult to break through the protection of the armor spell and the word spirit at the same time.

"I didn't expect that Neville had grown to such a level before he knew it."

George suddenly felt that he seemed to ignore Neville a little. Neville, who 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 rest of the Brotherhood.

However, he quickly realized that Neville's ability to grow to where he is now is more or less because Yan Ling's mind and Neville's mind are pure and very compatible. Neville's anguish in his studies and spells was probably all vented to Yanling's practice, so that he could achieve his current grades.

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

Neville didn't have the heart to pay attention to his own 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 took another breath. With the power transmitted from the heat all over his body, he quickened his pace and finally caught up with the team of his classmates.

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