Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 416: Neville the Lawbreaker

The sword is a weapon, and is undoubtedly a sharp weapon used for attack.

Defense is the shield's job.

But now, Hermione heard something - the Naviga lightsaber spell, which can directly absorb the spell attack with the flesh!
"Yes, the lightsaber spell has the potential to destroy seemingly intangible magic."

"And Naveen's special magic power can undoubtedly reduce the difficulty of achieving direct destruction magic."

"Also, does the lightsaber spell require magic to be molded into a sword outside the body?"

"Why can't you imagine yourself as a sword?" Ryan prompted Hermione, who looked puzzled.

"So, those spells shot at Neville were directly destroyed by the sword?" Hermione speculated in a doubtful tone.

"Yes!" Ryan nodded.

While being immune to most magic, Neville can also use his hands as swords to take the lives of his enemies.

This spell combined with Neville's unique magic power will make Neville like the XX sword body in fantasy novels, capable of both attack and defense.

This is actually almost close to Ryan's body transformation skill, but Neville's does not actually improve any of his physical attributes.

The high magic resistance displayed was only because the spell that touched the body was destroyed.

To use the terms from Western fantasy novels, it means changing one's job to become a Lawbreaker.

"But he will have to use up his own magic power to destroy magic," Hermione guessed.

"Of course, if he is hit by too many spells at once, his magic power will not be enough to serve as the source of power for the sword's destructive magic, and his special ability to use the lightsaber spell to destruct magic will also be ineffective."

"For a wizard whose magic power is equivalent to our physical strength, he might even faint due to exhaustion."

"This magic is also a double-edged sword for him." Ryan nodded again.

"He can choose which spells can take effect on his body."

"Plus, Neville isn't stupid enough to resist."

"For him, this doesn't have the disadvantages you mentioned." Hermione brought herself into Neville's shoes.

"It's just like what you said, just like the lightsaber spell can choose what you want to cut."

"He can choose which spells not to resist."

"But Neville obviously doesn't have that kind of brain."

"This requires him to memorize most of the conventional magic and to distinguish between magic beams, enemy revealing spells, and hand gestures."

"He's certainly not as dumb as everyone else thinks he is, but he's not as smart as you, Hermione."

"Well, this is all based on my guess about Neville."

"It will take him several more years to achieve what I said." Ryan shook his head.

Neville's magic is actually very special, it is magic that targets magic.

This should be the magic power that was born out of despair when he was a child, watching his parents being tortured by magic and being powerless to do anything.

Although Neville can demonstrate its power in advance by condensing magic into a sword.

But on the other hand, this energy targeting magic is actually a stumbling block to the further improvement of his magic and this lightsaber spell.

By the time Neville really reached the level Ryan expected, Voldemort and his Death Eaters would have been finished long ago.

In fact, if Neville really wants to improve his combat effectiveness, it would be better for him to receive training from witch hunters in the Middle Ages.

View magic as evil and exercise the body.

A Neville like this could probably kill Bella, her husband, brother-in-law and Crouch Jr. before Voldemort was defeated.

However, it is really interesting when combined with the prophecy.

In order to kill Voldemort, the three children of prophecy have different development directions.

For Harry, who has the power of love, the best direction is undoubtedly to be a white wizard, relying on white magic to defeat Voldemort. For Neville, who has the power to reject magic, the best direction is undoubtedly to be a melee wizard, transforming the body, not afraid of spells, and directly chopping off Voldemort's head with a sword.

Ryan, who had not traveled through time, possessed secret magical powers and was undoubtedly an assassin. He combined with the Black Knight to shoot Voldemort from a long distance and killed him.

This means that Voldemort must be perfect in close combat, magic, and long-range combat in order to become the one who survives the prophecy.

However, who can blame this prophecy for being a curse against Voldemort?

Killing Peverell, who was recognized by the god of death, and Voldemort, who had the same identity, committed the crime that blood relatives should not kill each other.

Therefore, it is understandable that he was targeted since he was cursed by the god of death, the only truly living being in this world who is at the god level.

On the other side, Lavender and Parvati, who had arrived on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, were also looking for the way to the Divination classroom.

"The north tower should be this way." Parvati muttered as she walked on the ground.

"Are you sure Professor Trelawney is in the Divination classroom? Not in the Great Hall."

"Now is dinner time."

"What if she's in the staff room on the first floor?" Lavender complained as she walked.

They came to an unfamiliar platform. There was nothing there except a large painting hanging on the stone wall, which showed a grassland.

"Professor Trelawney is different."

"She has been staying in the Divination classroom."

"She lives in there too—a small room above a staircase in the Divination classroom."

"Didn't you notice?"

"Except for special holidays, or dinners held at the beginning or end of school, she has never appeared in the auditorium." Parvati said as she walked forward.

At this moment, a portrait of a group of women wearing crinoline skirts caught Parvati's attention.

"Here it is!" said Parvati, pointing to a narrow spiral staircase.

“We still have to go up!”

"How about we go back."

"I think I might be suffering from the side effects of inhaling too much smoke bottles." Lavender, sweating profusely, backed off.

However, at Parvati's insistence, they climbed up.

"Hehehe!" Lavender gasped.

"You've come to the wrong place." Lavender glared at her sister who was fanatical about prophecies.

At this moment they were standing on a platform without any doors around them.

Just when Parvati was about to doubt her memory, a silver ladder was placed in front of their feet.

They looked up and saw that the ladder led to a circular trapdoor in the ceiling.

There was a bronze plaque on the door: SYBILL TRELAWNEY, TUTOR OF DIVINATION.

"Here we are, here we are!"

"Professor Trelawney must know we're coming!" Parvati jumped up excitedly.

She even wanted to follow the tradition of her hometown and do a long dance on the spot.

"Are we really going up there?"

"I mean, what would I do if that dream was real?"

"I really want to stay away from Ron, but he is completely different from what he was in my dream." Lavender was troubled again.

(End of this chapter)