Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"Harry, come down, it's time for today." Marcus waved to the sky for Harry to come down. Yes, there was another Quidditch match. The difference was that last time Snape asked Harry to play, but this time it was Marcus who asked Harry to play. As for the original Quidditch player... he was kicked out by Marcus. Before he was kicked out, he said to Marcus, "I'll remember you." Harry didn't know this and thought he had withdrawn voluntarily.

As the competition drew closer, Harry's training intensified, and Ron and Hermione rarely saw him anymore.

Harry finished his training today and was heading to the common room when he bumped into someone.

"Ouch." The man collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for a while. Harry, knocked back two steps, shook his head and looked closely. "Neville?"

Neville was knocked down and was struggling to get up, but he couldn't manage it after several attempts. Harry helped Neville up and then discovered that Neville's legs seemed to be glued together and couldn't be separated by ordinary means.

"Stop the spell." Harry's wand materialized in his palm, and he cast a spell on Neville's leg. "Snap!" Neville's leg was released. "Neville, what happened to you?"

Neville stretched his stiff legs and, after regaining his balance, said to Harry, "Thank you, Harry, I'm alright." Neville's voice trembled slightly.

"Damn it, explain yourself!" Harry hated people like that. Being a coward is fine, but to be bullied and not even say who bullied you isn't cowardice, it's idiocy.

Neville trembled after Harry yelled at him. "Ma, Malfoy."

"Who?"

"It was Malfoy who did it!" Neville shouted, his head bowed, his body trembling and his voice shaking.

"Is this guy crazy? Is he a masochist?" Harry was extremely puzzled by Malfoy's behavior of forgetting the pain once the wound healed. He was beaten up last time because Malfoy stole Neville's Memory Ball, but this time he went even further and beat Neville up directly?

Harry patted Neville on the shoulder. Neville looked up, tears welling in his eyes, looking very pitiful. "Thank you, Harry, I'm going back now."

Harry watched Neville's departing figure, then quickly walked up to him. "Come back!"

Neville stopped and turned around. "What's wrong, Harry?" His eyes were red, but his voice was no longer trembling.

"Don't you want to get revenge for yourself? Are you just going to let him bully you like this?" Harry pressed down on Neville's shoulder. He had never liked such cowardly people. At least Neville was still a child, and there was still room for change.

"I don't want to cause trouble," Neville said with his head down. He then tried to shake off Harry's hand and leave, but Harry wasn't about to let him go so easily. He turned Neville around and forced him to face him.

"Listen to me, you have to face all of this. You have no reason to give in, and he has no reason to be arrogant towards you." Harry lectured Neville while patting him on the back. "You're a Gryffindor, you're a brave Gryffindor, Neville."

"I... I feel like I don't deserve to be in Gryffindor at all. I'm too cowardly." Neville immediately denied himself.

Harry faced Neville and for the first time felt how tiring it was to lecture someone. "Neville, you have to speak up for yourself. You have to learn to be strong, otherwise he will keep bullying you, understand?" Harry pressed Neville's shoulder, hoping Neville could understand this.

"Harry, you don't need to persuade me anymore. I don't want to cause trouble, really, please. Thank you so much for what happened before. Goodbye." Neville was unmoved by his words, and Harry was at a loss for what to do. Watching Neville's retreating figure, he suddenly remembered something.

"Fine, very well, run away, just run away." Harry said to Neville's retreating figure, "Let's see where you can run to. The more you run, the more he'll bully you. He's bullying you now, but what about later? Just watch, watch him break into your house, watch him beat up your family, watch him push your loved ones into their graves. Is that fun? Isn't that especially fun? Run away, Neville, run away. I remember you still have your grandmother at home. Ha, with your character, just watch him bully you first and then bully your grandmother, you coward."

Harry unleashed a torrent of abuse on Neville. If that didn't wake him up, there was truly nothing more he could do. Thankfully, Neville stopped. His hands were clenched tightly, and veins were throbbing in his neck. He turned to look at Harry, tears streaming down his face. "But... but I don't have your strength, Harry. I can't beat him. I can't..."

Seeing that the anger he had finally mustered was about to dissipate, Harry quickly walked up to Neville, raised his hand, and slapped Neville across the face.

Neville seemed stunned, frozen in place, his tears stopped. He touched his face for a long time, then turned around and threw a punch at Harry, who dodged it.

"That's right, who said you have no power? Isn't this your power?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally managed to persuade her a little, so now he needed to strike while the iron was hot.

Harry dodged Neville's punches, finally grabbing him. "Alright, that's enough. Now you know? Neville, you have power. You can fight for yourself."

Neville slumped to the ground, staring at his clenched hands. He looked at Harry and said, "But I... I don't want to get into trouble, really..."

Harry crouched down and placed a hand on Neville's shoulder. "How can this be called causing trouble? Think about it, when Malfoy bullied you, didn't he think you would forgive him?" Neville was a little confused, but still nodded. "Then think about it again, wasn't he always judging you based on his own assumptions?"

Neville nodded again, seemingly understanding, but he was still missing that final touch. Harry cut to the chase, "Then think about it: when you retaliate, assume he'll forgive you. That's not causing trouble; it's putting yourself in his shoes." Harry patted Neville on the shoulder. "Of course, if you still feel bad, then shout 'I'm sorry' while you're hitting him. That way, you've apologized, and he's forgiven you, right?"

"But, but..."

"No buts, go ahead, believe in yourself, think of your grandmother, for your family, Neville." Harry didn't give Neville a chance to think, directly interrupting Neville's thoughts.

Neville stood up, bowed to Harry, shouted thank you, and immediately ran in the opposite direction.

Harry smiled as he watched Neville run away.

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Meanwhile, in the library, Malfoy was laughing at Crabbe and Goyle, talking about Neville's disgraceful behavior.

"You should really see what that guy looks like," Malfoy laughed. "'Why did you do that?'... Hahahaha."

Crabbe and Gore laughed like wild beasts.

"Malfoy!"

A loud shout interrupted Malfoy's words. He looked up and saw Neville, and immediately burst out laughing.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Crybaby? What, haven't you had enough of testing your magic yet? Hahahaha..."

Neville walked step by step towards Malfoy, staring intently at him. He reached Malfoy and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry!"

Malfoy was completely bewildered by this scene, then burst into laughter, "Hahahaha... I'm dying of laughter, you crybaby, hahaha, I forgive you, hahahaha..."

Neville got the answer he wanted, straightened up, and delivered a straight punch to Malfoy's face, knocking Malfoy to the ground. Malfoy stared at Neville in disbelief.

"You hit me? You actually dared to hit me? You two idiots, what are you standing there for?"

Crabbe and Goyle, as if waking from a dream, walked towards Neville, swinging their fists. Neville tried to dodge their punches, but the difference in their size was too great, and Neville was knocked to the ground, whereupon Crabbe and Goyle pinned him down and beat him.

Malfoy got up and said, "Alright, let's go." He told Crabbe and Goyle to get up, said "Bad luck" to Neville lying on the ground, and then turned to leave.

Neville lay on the ground, bruised and battered. He was furious at his own weakness, feeling his pent-up anger about to dissipate, until he heard Malfoy, who was walking ahead, say something...

"I don't know who raised him to be like this. Well, his grandmother was a disgrace to pure blood. The offspring of rats can only be rats."