The Return to Hogwarts

When they first regained consciousness, Amosta and the two of them had a brief conversation. They both knew who the young man in front of them was. After a day of hearing many people's accounts, they finally understood just how remarkable the young wizard who had pulled them out of their nightmare was!

"To be honest, it's not very good,"

Unlike his state during his illness, Frank, now with a renewed personality, is a gentle and humorous wizard; he laughs lightly.

"I took a nap and found myself 10 years older. The worst part is that after all this time, England still hasn't made it to the World Cup final."

Everyone chuckled softly, including Sirius and the others outside the door.

"But there's also something to celebrate, isn't there, Frank?"

Alice brushed Neville's hair from his side, looked at her child with eyes full of love, and said gently,

"Thank goodness, at least we didn't miss Neville's coming-of-age ceremony. Oh no, from now on, we will never miss a single birthday of your life, until we die."

“That will take many years, Mom.”

Navee said with a smile.

This heartwarming scene of the whole family reuniting deeply moved Amosta.

It had only been half a month since Amosta left Hogwarts, but it felt like a long time. Fortunately, all the incidents had a good ending, and he now had to prepare himself for even greater challenges in the short time to come.

Chapter 828 Gift of Sword

2024-03-28

Amosta didn't value the Longbottom family's gratitude. He chose to try to save the Longbottoms not to gain their thanks, but because he admired Neville's kind nature. In addition, Frank and Alice were heroes of the war years, which ultimately prompted him to make the attempt.

He didn't need anyone's thanks, because he had already received enough from this treatment. The timeline for Voldemort's return to the wizarding world could be counted on one's fingers, and his improved strength was becoming increasingly rare.

"So--"

Amosta looked at the Longbottoms with a gentle expression.

"What are your plans going forward?"

Frank and Alice exchanged a glance, and Frank said,

“Thanks to you and Albus, Alice and I have the opportunity to return to this beautiful world. So, we plan to travel around and see what changes have taken place in the magical world during the decades we lost. Of course, before that, we will follow the doctor’s advice and recuperate in St. Mungo’s for a while, as our bodies cannot immediately adapt to the rigors of travel.”

"Do you need me to help you apply for a leave of absence from the principal and Professor McGonagall, Neville? To spend some quality time with your parents?"

Amosta looked at Navei and smiled.

“Oh, I’m afraid you can’t convince Professor McGonagall to give me a long leave of absence, Professor Blaine,”

Neville shrugged.

"Of course, I can't go back to Hogwarts right now."

It's really different.

Looking at the composed and confident young man in front of him, even Amosta couldn't help but be amazed.

Previously, Neville was always timid and hesitant when speaking to him, carrying a heavy burden in his heart. But now, he has wiped away the dust from his heart and shines with brilliant light.

Amosta had a feeling that Na'vi would surprise everyone later.

"how?"

Amosta, his eyes filled with admiration, inquired...

"Is there any other trouble, Neville?"

“My wand, Professor.”

Neville openly revealed the secret he had been keeping hidden.

“I’ve always used my dad’s wand. It was my grandma’s request. She wanted me to inherit my dad’s talent and courage, but obviously, my talent doesn’t match that wand.”

Frank ruffled Neville's hair and said with a smile,

“Don’t talk nonsense, son. I’m pretty sure you’re better than me. It’s my wand that’s holding you back.”

"Okay!"

Mrs. Longbottom's tone was slightly displeased, but she still smiled.

“I apologize to you, Neville. I shouldn’t have forced you to use your father’s wand. You and your father don’t need to beat around the bush and complain about me!”

Amid lighthearted laughter, Alice gave Mrs. Longbottom a hug first, followed by the father and son. Although Mrs. Longbottom looked impatient, she stood still without moving.

"Ah, I see—"

Amosta chuckled.

“When you were practicing spells in my mental world, I noticed that your mental strength and magic were no less than those of other young wizards, but you always had a hard time controlling your magic. Hmm, now I finally understand.”

“I bet you’re not the only professor who’s troubled by my dullness,”

Neville smiled confidently.

"But I believe things will change once I get my new wand."

Frank, Alice, and Mrs. Longbottom were all looking at Neville with pride, but a strange idea suddenly flashed into Amosta's mind.

"That's how it is—"

After a moment's thought, Amosta looked at the Longbottom family.

"Can I speak with Neville alone?"

Frank and Alice were asking Neville if they could go with him to buy a new wand when they heard Amostella say this, and their conversation was abruptly cut off. The whole family looked at Amostella with a bit of confusion.

“It will only take a little while,” Amosta added with a smile.

At this time, Amosta certainly didn't want to talk to Neville about his grades at school. Although puzzled, the Longbottom family certainly wouldn't refuse Amosta's request. They quickly left the ward, and Alice thoughtfully closed the ward door behind them.

The once cozy ward fell silent. Neville watched Professor Blaine with a mixture of curiosity and respect, awaiting his instructions.

“After hearing that you were planning to change your wand, I suddenly had an idea, Neville,”

After a moment of contemplation, Amosta spoke slowly.

“You can think of it as me wanting to put you on a path that’s more suitable for you, or you can think of it as me simply wanting to give it a try. Oh, I just want to give it a try because I think you’re a good prospect, Neville.”

Neville blinked, not asking any questions, but waiting quietly. However, when he saw Professor Blaine pull a gleaming silver sword from a cloth bag, Neville could no longer remain calm.

Neville stared wide-eyed at the sword in astonishment. He certainly didn't think Professor Blaine was going to use the sword to cut him; there was only one possibility: he was going to give the sword to him!

But why would Professor Blaine give him a sword? He needs a wand, not... Oh!

Neville's surprise deepened. He shifted his gaze from the exquisite silver sword to Professor Blaine. Now, he truly needed an explanation.

"You understand, Naveen?"

Amosta praised, saying that Nawi was indeed much more perceptive than before.

“I just guessed that you intended to give me this sword.”

Neville frankly said,

“But I don’t understand what I can do with it, Professor, unless you want me to be a knight. Then I’m missing a horse, or a unicorn, of course, but unicorns are closer to ladies.”

"Heh, a knight?"

Amosta said with a smile,

“That kind of profession is outdated, and of course I don’t want you to go in that direction, Neville.”

Amosta tossed the sword to Neville, who instinctively caught it.

The moment the hilt touched his hand, a warm sensation flowed from it into his palm, giving Neville a faint feeling of connection to his blood. He swung the silver sword a few times and was surprised to find it very easy to handle. But he still didn't understand why.

“I noticed long ago that you have a greater physical talent than other young wizards,” Amostella said, her expression becoming more solemn.

“This isn’t just about your physical strength; your reflexes are also exceptional, Neville. This makes it possible for a dueling style that is both ancient and innovative to be realized in you.”

Amosta said calmly,

"This sword was forged by fairies using mithril. It is incredibly sharp and also possesses wondrous magic."

It can withstand spell attacks, and it also functions as a wand, serving as a medium for casting spells. Of course, using a mithril sword to cast spells will feel different from using a wand, and you'll have to figure that out yourself; I don't have enough experience to teach you.

After a pause, Amosta continued,

"I believe this sword can bring out your outstanding physical talents. If you can use it skillfully, you can create a unique style of dueling, hmm, a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts?"

Neville hesitated before nodding.

“I think I understand what you mean. Oh, and if I may be so bold, where did you get this sword? I mean, well, it's quite handy.”

"Oh, that's not something I can disclose --"

Amosta said with a smile

"But I believe that its original owner must have wanted the sword to be inherited by a true Gryffindor."

Chapter 829 Countdown

2024-03-28

Neville was feeling dizzy again, not quite understanding what Professor Blaine was trying to say. However, looking at the sword in his hand, he realized it was indeed a very beautiful sword. The silver blade was shimmering with a mysterious light, seemingly containing extraordinary power. The shoulder of the sword was covered with delicate and mysterious magical runes, which looked like they were in the style of fairies.