Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

"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."

Neville felt like he was about to explode. He felt his whole body burning up, his heart was pounding, and the veins on his hands, head, and neck were bulging. He slowly got up, his face flushed from the blood rushing to his head. Just then, a dinner knife was thrown at him.

Neville's mind was a complete blank; he couldn't think straight. He picked up the knife from the ground and strode toward Malfoy.

"ah!!"

Neville shouted angrily, attracting the attention of Malfoy and the others. They turned around and saw Neville charging towards them.

"Quick, stop him, quick!" Malfoy admitted he was a little frightened and immediately ordered Crabbe and Goyle to block Neville.

Crabbe and Goyle immediately stepped forward to block Malfoy. Then Crabbe punched Neville hard in the face as he charged at him. Neville's face twisted violently, and his nose was broken, but he didn't care and let the blood flow. Goyle then punched him in the stomach. Neville ignored him and raised his knife to slash Goyle's arm.

"Ah!" Gore screamed, clutching his arm and howling in pain. He sat on the ground, rolling around with his arm in his arms.

Crabbe froze, feeling fear. He slowly backed away, but Neville didn't care anymore. He gripped the knife and stabbed Crabbe hard in the stomach. Crabbe couldn't dodge in time, and the knife pierced his flesh as easily as cutting a steak. Crabbe fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain. He forcefully pulled the knife out of his stomach, blood gushing out uncontrollably.

Malfoy was terrified. He collapsed to the ground and crawled backward. He looked at the bruised and swollen face, blood streaming down his face, his broken nose crooked to one side, his hands dripping with Goyle's, Crabbe's, and his own blood. His bloodshot, swollen eyes stared intently at Malfoy. He limped toward Malfoy, picking up the knife from the ground as he went.

"You, you stay away! I, I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm sorry, Longbottom, I'm sorry, please forgive me, please forgive me..." Malfoy kept begging Neville for mercy. Ironically, Neville had begged for mercy in the same way when Malfoy treated him, but Malfoy hadn't let him off the hook.

Neville's mind was a complete blank; he couldn't think of anything. He just walked step by step toward Malfoy. Finally, he reached Malfoy, raised his foot, and stepped on Malfoy's leg. Malfoy lost his balance and fell to the ground. Neville squatted down, raised his knife, and stabbed down hard. The blade pierced deep into Malfoy's thigh.

"ah!!"

Malfoy howled in pain, but he couldn't stop Neville's knife. Soon, a second and a third stab, and Malfoy was almost unconscious. But Neville stepped forward and punched him in the face, successfully waking Malfoy up.

Neville used both fists and knives, leaving one bloody hole after another in Malfoy's body. Finally, Malfoy passed out. Neville stood up and dragged his exhausted body to the other side, but he could no longer support himself and collapsed to the ground with a "thud." Before he passed out, he seemed to hear Professor McGonagall's shout.

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Neville slowly woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Fred, and George. He felt extremely tired and even had difficulty sitting up.

"What... happened?" Neville asked in a hoarse voice.

"My God, Neville, you're amazing! You know what? You knocked Malfoy into St. Mungo's!" Seamus shouted.

"Neville, you finally realized that running away is useless, you're awesome!" Ron said from the side.

Harry looked at Neville, his eyes full of admiration. "I thought you'd use your fists, but you went straight for the knife. That's impressive! You're definitely a top-notch mercenary!"

They were talking all at once, but soon Mrs. Pomfrey came over and chased them away. "Oh, that's enough. This child needs to rest. He has five broken ribs, a broken nose, and ruptured internal organs. My God, I've never seen a fight end like this before."

Madam Pomfrey pressed Neville back onto the bed, forced him to drink the entire bottle of medicine, then drew the curtains to let him rest. She then came out and said to Harry, "Professor Dumbledore is looking for you. The password is 'cockroach pile'."

Harry nodded to indicate that he understood, turned and walked out of the infirmary, without answering Ron and Hermione's questions about "what Dumbledore is going to do," and headed towards the headmaster's office on his own.

Pushing open the door to the headmaster's office, Harry, unusually, wasn't eating candy. Harry sat down opposite Dumbledore with practiced ease. As soon as he sat down, Dumbledore spoke.

"You instigated Neville to do this, didn't you?"

Harry was somewhat dissatisfied with Dumbledore's choice of words. "What do you mean by instigating? This is to let him know that he is not someone to be bullied, that he has his own strength, and that if he doesn't do this, he will be so cowardly for the rest of his life."

"Yes, I know, but your approach is too extreme." Dumbledore rubbed his forehead. "Malfoy has eighty-seven stab wounds, almost every organ has been stabbed, seven ribs are broken, his left shin is fractured, his skull is broken, and he has a severe concussion... My God, Harry, this is not education, this is murder."

Harry didn't pay much attention to what Dumbledore was saying. "So, if that's all you wanted to tell me, I'll be going now."

"No, it's not about that. The point is, Neville seriously injured Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle this time. Their families will definitely not let this go. If nothing unexpected happens, their fathers will come to the school soon to demand an explanation."

"It's that old dog coming after the little dog, I'm sick of it." Harry rested his chin on his hand, completely uninterested in those guys. "Trust me, let them come, I'll have a good 'talk' with them, and they'll definitely cooperate."

Dumbledore was skeptical of Harry's talkative approach, but he still held a sliver of hope: "How can you be so sure they'll cooperate?"

"I don't believe they would go to see God for their child."

Dumbledore sighed. "Harry, violence is pointless; it won't stop anything."

"Are you sure? Do you believe that after Malfoy leaves the hospital, he'll never dare to bully Neville again? You might never dare to bully anyone again?"

"Harry, this doesn't make sense. Malfoy is just a child."

"Neville is just a kid," Harry said calmly. "If bad seeds like Malfoy aren't properly educated early on, they'll become bad seeds too, and nothing will change. That's the meaning of fighting violence with violence."

"Harry!"

Dumbledore couldn't hold back any longer. He growled, though his face remained perfectly calm. But this was just the calm before the storm.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I made Malfoy stop bullying, and I made Neville stop being a coward. What's wrong with that?" Harry ignored Dumbledore's tone.

"What will you do when those people come looking for you? Do you think you can evade their pursuit?"

"Why hide? I'll kill them before this happens."

"Harry!" Dumbledore stood up and roared at Harry, "This is pointless! It only increases casualties!"

"You call me M?" Harry retorted directly. "No point? Let me tell you what no point means. It means letting people like Malfoy continue to bully, and letting people like Neville continue to be bullied. You know all this, but you've never asked. Am I right? You only care about what you care about. You never care about the other students, right? Fine, you don't care, then I will. And then you say it's no point. Ha, you're so high and mighty. You seem so righteous, but in the end you're still just a corporate dog."

"Harry, that's not the issue, it's about..."

"For what? For your own benefit? Dumbledore, you're just a corporate dog who only thinks about his own interests." Harry paused, then continued, "Stop making excuses. Never thought about this? Violence is meaningless? I'll show you its meaning! I can stop bullies from bullying! I can stop cowards from being cowards! And what have you accomplished? I still remember that title printed on your card, 'The Most Powerful Wizard'? Ha, the most powerful wizard couldn't even stop a few parents?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then looked up and said, "There are too many things involved here; it's beyond your comprehension..."

"Entangled? No way, the strongest wizard can't even get everyone to submit? My god, what's the point of being the strongest? You're the strongest, yet you can be entangled by ants?" Harry was speechless at Dumbledore. "No wonder you think violence doesn't work. Turns out you're just an old codger who can only shout 'This matter involves too many people~ I can't take revenge~' when your spouse is taken away and your family is killed."

"Harry, go back now. I need to think about it." Dumbledore fell silent and waved for Harry to go back.

Harry didn't want to stay any longer. He dusted off his clothes, stood up, walked to the door, thought for a moment, then turned back and said, "The strongest wizard? Someone who has to consider revenge or kneeling down when their house is raided. What good is your 'strongest' title?" He then slammed the door and left.

Dumbledore sat at the table, his face somber, but tears were streaming down his face.

"I actually learned a lesson from Harry, huh..."