The Return to Hogwarts

Amosta smiled without changing his expression and downplayed the issue.

Dumbledore sighed inwardly, asked no more questions, and looked at Madam Pomfrey.

"Bobby, could you please do me a check-up for Umbridge? Although it was an accident, Hogwarts can't just ignore it."

Although reluctant, Mrs. Pomfrey complied with the order.

Lucius's deep gaze showed no pity as he watched Umbridge being carried onto the stretcher.

Under the calm gaze of Amosta and Dumbledore, Lucius approached them.

"Will the school board let this go? Just wait and see. Hogwarts will pay a heavy price for its arrogance today."

"That must be true--"

Amosta smiled coldly.

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

Chapter 1019 Late Night Visit

2024-07-08

"Are you ready, Neville?"

As night fell, a duel was underway in the warm Gryffindor dormitory.

The four-poster beds, tables, chairs, and benches in the dormitory were all moved to the wall, leaving an empty space in the center of the dormitory.

Seamus, Dean, and Ron stood on their respective desks by the wall, staring intently at Neville and Harry in the middle of the arena.

Harry and Neville stood facing each other, twenty feet apart, one holding a staff and the other a sword, their expressions stern.

Strictly speaking, this cannot be considered a duel; it would be more accurate to call it a practice session.

Students are not allowed to use their wands to duel in physical education class; this is an ironclad rule set by Professor Blaine.

However, Neville, who had won a brilliant victory for Hogwarts, still managed to secure a small privilege from Professor Blaine.

He pleaded with Professor Blaine to allow someone to practice with him so that he could quickly master his 'special wand'.

After careful consideration, Amosta agreed to Navei's request.

However, he also set rules for Neville: during practice, both sides could only choose to attack or defend, and could not attack each other. This would help manage the risks.

As for the sparring partner, Amosta and Navea decided that it would be Harry.

The reason for this decision is simple: Harry and Neville are both physical education students, they live in the same dormitory, and they get along very well. They are mindful of boundaries and won't get into a fight over minor incidents.

Another purpose of having a fixed sparring partner for Neville was to prevent him from using practice as a pretext to cause trouble throughout the castle.

In this way, Neville and Harry's practice sessions almost became a 'must-listen' piece for Gryffindor students after nightfall.

Before the designated rest time each night, the young wizards of Gryffindor would always urge Neville and Harry to put on a show for everyone in the common room.

The two energetic individuals were also addicted to this competition.

Therefore, for the past week since Neville demonstrated his 'new tactics' in the Great Hall, even back in the dorms, they would engage in light exercise.

breathe.

Neville took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, lowering his body slightly, his sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on Harry's gaze, shoulders, wrists, and other areas.

"Come on, Harry, I'm ready!"

Neville held the sword with both hands, the blade resting on the ground beside him, his eyes blazing with intense light.

Upon hearing this, Harry's lips curled up, and his emerald green eyes sparkled with excitement.

This was not a formal duel, so there weren't many feints or displays of momentum.

call out!

The moment Neville finished speaking, Harry's half-raised arm suddenly thrust forward. With a gentle flick of his wrist, a dazzling red light, as thick as a child's wrist, shot out in the blink of an eye. The resulting gust of wind made the curtains of the four-poster bed flutter loudly!

Dean and Seamus, sensing the power of the Disarming Charm, both gasped. Even Ron, who was already training with them, paled slightly; he wasn't even sure if he could block Harry's powerful spell if he cast the Armor Charm.

However, Neville was indeed unusual.

Although Harry's attack was swift and decisive, Neville still managed to catch his movements and knew that the attack was Harry's most effective Disarming Charm.

Swish!

Neville drew his sword from his waist, the blade flashing a crescent-shaped silver light in the dim air, precisely striking Harry's disarming charm.

boom--

After a soft sonic boom, the red light of the disarming spell shattered in the air into countless beautiful red starlight.

Concise and beautiful!

Everyone watching the fight in the dormitory, including Harry who made the move, felt the same way.

However, Harry did not give up. It was expected that Neville could block the spell. The moment the Disarming Charm was broken, Harry swung his wrist again. The breeze from the surging magic ruffled his hair, making his increasingly mature face even more radiant!

Whoosh, whoosh!

This time, two red beams left Harry's staff tip, and the cursed light was accompanied by a chilling electric current.

Nawi felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this.

During the few days of practice, he had been hit by Harry's unique Disarming Charm.

It's extremely unpleasant. Once you're under the spell, not only will you be disarmed, but you'll also experience a numbing sensation like being electrocuted, requiring a good rest to recover.

It can be said that once infected, one completely loses the ability to resist.

The two beams of light left the tip of Harry's wand, but remained under his control. One beam, with a slightly erratic trajectory, shot straight at Neville's face, while the other beam traced a curved semicircle in the air, circling around Neville's side.

Faced with Harry's sharp offensive, Neville did not choose to wait in place this time. He quickly stepped forward and used his sword to shatter the oncoming red light. Then, without pausing, he turned around and raised his sword into the air, preparing to extinguish the second attack.

Neville handled the situation brilliantly. Ron, Dean, and Seamus all believed that Harry's offensive was doomed to fail. However—

As Neville swiftly slashed upwards with his sword, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Harry. The faint, wicked smile on Harry's lips sent a shiver down Neville's spine.

"Armor protection!"

Neville, who was preparing to break the curse with his sword, forcefully pulled back the upward-sweeping blade. He then held the sword upright in front of him and let out a clear shout!

The instant the invisible magical barrier unfolded, the red light that had attacked from the side suddenly split, striking Neville from the left and right.

Neville felt a chill run down his spine. If he hadn't seen through Harry's plan in time, Harry's brilliant move would have brought him down. But now—

Pop, pop!

The two beams of red light collided almost simultaneously with Na'vi's powerful armored spell and were extinguished, turning into countless stars.

"Hey!" Neville flashed a cool sword flourish and grinned at Harry.

"Out of options, aren't you?"

"Oh, I have many more tricks up my sleeve, Neville!"

Harry straightened up, tapped the back of his neck with his wand, and said with a grin amidst the enthusiastic applause of the three spectators.

So, after a perfectly intense pre-sleep workout, the four of them once again observed and admired Na'vi's strange weapons before falling asleep contentedly.

The initial heat of early sleep gradually dissipated as the bright moon in the sky moved to the other side of the castle.

In the latter half of the night, a cool breeze drifted in from the forbidden forest and rushed into the dormitory through the open window.

While fast asleep, Harry unconsciously pulled the blanket he had kicked aside back up and hugged it tightly to his chest. He then turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

"Hi Rui, Potts"

Suddenly, Harry, who was fast asleep, vaguely heard someone calling him and felt someone tugging at the blankets in his arms. He mumbled impatiently and buried his head in the blankets.

"Hi Rui Pot, Hi Rui Pot--"

But the sound didn't disappear; instead, it lingered in his ears, and the tugging at his blanket became even stronger.

"Well--"

Harry's hazy consciousness gradually returned, and he grumbled angrily, but still rubbed his eyes.

"Has class started yet, Ron?"

Harry mumbled something indistinctly.

Dobby is sorry to disturb Harry Pott's rest, but Dobby has something to give Harry Pott.

Harry, shielding his eyes with his arm, quietly and repeatedly 'analyzed' the sentence in his still-confused mind.

"Dobby?!"

About a few dozen seconds later, Harry suddenly sat up in bed. By the moonlight streaming into the room, he indeed discovered two small dark figures beside his bed!

Harry frantically reached for his glasses, squinting anxiously as he looked at them.

"Oh, Dobby, and Sparkle too?!"

Harry cried out in surprise, but the darkness of the room and the impatient groans coming from the other beds made him realize it was still dark. He immediately lowered his voice and asked, his face full of astonishment,

"Dobby, Sparkle, what brings you here in the middle of the night?"

Seeing that Harry Potter wasn't angry about being woken up, Dobby's anxious heart finally settled down.