The update is very late.,I'm sorry.,The main chapter has a lot of words.,Close to two chapters.,And some things have also been modified.。

When I was writing this chapter, I was thinking about my college physics teacher, why didn't you ride the wind and soar to 90,000 miles, and actually hung up on my department, more than once!

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After more than two months of morning training at Quidditch, Neville knew the terrain by heart, and after a glance at the stands where Snape was, he found the shortest and fastest route.

In order to watch the game more intuitively, Neville chose the highest stand, which is the top of the tall tower that stands around the stadium, more than 70 meters above the ground, with stairs leading to the bottom. In retrospect, this may not be a good choice, as every second of delay on the road can change

Old.

Descending the stairs slowly, then running to the opposite tower and climbing up one level at a time, this is obviously not the shortest and fastest route. Neville stepped back to the edge of the stands, poked his head out and looked down, and flipped over to the hoarding with his hands propped on, sitting there with his feet dangling.

"Neville, are you trying to ......" Hermione knew Neville's intentions, her tone trembling a little with fear, "No, it's too dangerous, you come down quickly!"

Neville shook his head resolutely and said, "This is the quickest way. With that, he fell forward and disappeared from Hermione and the others.

For a moment, there was a dead silence on the tower.

"Is he crazy?" Dean Thomas, who didn't know Neville very well, came back to his senses at this time, and looked at the crowd with different expressions, and repeated his question again: "Is he crazy? How dare he jump from such a high place?"

Hagrid was also surprised, except that he didn't seem to be very worried about whether Neville would fall to his death. Walking to the hoarding, he looked down with a smile on his face, and said, "I don't think that's called madness, but courage and sacrifice." ”

"What an amazing kid. Hagrid exclaimed, "Frank would be proud of him." ”

The group reached the hoarding, and when they looked down, Neville grabbed the outer wall of the tower like a gecko, and quickly descended, now close to the ground.

"Merlin is on top, how the hell did he do it?" someone couldn't help but exclaim.

In the eyes of most people, Neville is just a freshman who is physically strong, loves sports, and has average or even poor magical talents, and today's Neville's appearance has undoubtedly completely overturned their previous perceptions.

This is a person who doesn't know what to be afraid of!

Neville didn't know that today's jump would change many people's impression of him, he just stretched out his hand calmly and even indifferently on the tower and repeated the process of grabbing, letting go, grabbing, and letting go again, steady, regular, and accurate.

In fact, Neville had never thought of jumping from a height of more than 70 meters to play freefall, and although it would not necessarily fall to his death, it would certainly be uncomfortable.

The towers were made of wood, and the wooden towers were covered with a waterproof skin, as Neville knew when he climbed up.

Then it's very simple, jumping from the tower, as long as Neville can grab the tower and slow down the fall, like going down the stairs little by little, not only is it fast, but the safety factor is also much higher.

"Zila!"

The waterproof skin was broken open by Neville, and he pulled down the hole more than a meter long. Releasing his grip on the skin, Neville reached forward and pulled on the tower's wooden shelves, slowing down his already accelerated fall again.

Unlike others who had seen Neville gliding down the tower at breakneck speed, Neville saw a much slower image, and to his eyes, it was as if he was walking steadily down a straight ladder from the roof.

In the case of free fall, it only takes more than four seconds to fall from a height of more than 70 meters and fall to the ground.

If you count the time it took Neville, it was only a dozen seconds, but in Neville's senses, it took him more than a minute to fall to the ground, and the average was only one meter per second, which was similar to the speed of a normal person's walking.

With a good feel for his feet on the ground, Neville rolled a few laps on the grass to unload the momentum of the five-metre drop, identified the direction and made his way around the large circle outside the field towards Snape's tower.

"Whew~"

Half of the length of the inner ring of the Quidditch pitch is 200 metres, but the outer ring is much more than that. Even so, Neville was running under Snape's tower in less than a minute, and he was already much faster than he was in his usual morning exercises.

Snape's tower was an area where Hogwarts teachers were concentrated, and there were no students, and there were far fewer people in this tower than the others, only about a dozen. Walking up the stairs inside, Neville saw that there was no one here, it was empty, and it was very good for him to sprint quickly and go all the way up.

It had been nearly two minutes since he had jumped from the tower opposite, and Neville didn't dare to delay any longer, and he took three steps as he moved his legs upwards.

Without a break for even a second, Neville rushed to the roof of the building, gently pushed the door to the stands, and watched the stands and the Quidditch pitch through the gap.

Harry was still the same, but now with his broomstick in both hands. The Weasley twins circled around him on broomsticks, trying to get Harry to their side, but Harry's broomsticks jumped higher and higher as they approached. So, they landed a little and swirled underneath him, apparently trying to catch him as he fell.

With this surprise, Slytherin had already taken advantage of the opportunity to score a lot of goals, and Gryffindor was big behind, but it didn't matter anymore.

Quidditch matches have their own rules, and once started, the only way to stop the match is to catch the Snitch.

There have been some games that lasted so long that in the end, the main players and substitutes took turns to play, and the resting people took the time to eat and go to the toilet, and then finished the game in the form of a relay.

Harry's situation at this time, after all, as long as he let go and let go of the broomstick, someone would naturally catch him. It's just that if he does, then he will also give up the game, and Gryffindor will definitely lose.

Neville didn't know the exact details of Quidditch, and he hadn't thought much of it, and his only thought was to stop Snape from casting a curse on Harry's broomstick.

Neville turned his gaze to Snape, and he regretted it a little, because when Harry had said that Snape had bad intentions, he still felt that Harry had no evidence to suspect that the teacher was wrong.

Thinking of this, Neville grew angrier.

However, just as Neville was about to push open the door and walk over to Snape to stop him, Neville noticed that something was wrong.

Harry had experienced a scar sore from lightning on his forehead at the dinner party on the first day of school, and before that, Neville had felt a feeling of nausea, as if he had been stained with something. At that time, he felt that the source of his discomfort was the guest of honor, but that feeling quickly disappeared, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now, Neville has that feeling again, and it's clearer and stronger.

When he was at home before, his grandmother asked him to throw away a spoiled sturgeon, and when he accidentally broke the bag, the sturgeon inside fell to the ground, and the whole house was full of stench.

Neville's face was full of disgust, what he felt at this time was similar to the feeling that the stinky sturgeon had brought him, it was the taste of ** and death!

It's just that......

Neville's eyebrows furrowed, a feeling that Snape had brought to him, but someone in the stands. But no matter how much he tried to perceive it, he couldn't pinpoint the actual person, as if the stench emitted by the man had polluted the entire stand.

Neville didn't feel malice from Snape, and according to what he had learned in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, there was no evil spell that could be cast without malice.

Shaking his head vigorously, Neville thought he was delusional, and he covered his nose with his sleeve and closed his eyes, trying to block out the misleading other senses might throw him.

After a moment, Neville opened his eyes and looked at Snape's back, no different from seeing Merlin tap dancing in front of him.

Abbreviation, live hellish expression.

[It's not Snape who casts the curse!]

The sudden well-up of thought was too much for Neville to accept, but his instincts were always sharp and rarely wrong.

So the question is, if not Snape, who?

Neville glanced at Harry again, unable to calm down any longer, as his broomstick began to convulse again, flying in the sky with Harry, and Harry could only hold on to it with great difficulty, not knowing how long he could hold on.

Feeling so irritated that Neville wanted to just rush out, grab Snape, and stop him.

Neville isn't good at thinking about complex things, so he's always taken the simplest and most brutal approach to this kind of problem.

Time waits for no one.

Neville, who had made the decision, closed the door again, and no one noticed that he had come, and the attention of all the teachers in the stands was drawn to the game.

Quickly descending the stairs to the base of the tower, Neville glanced up at the sky and said as if to himself, "All the teachers at Hogwarts should be able to fly." ”

Lifting the waterproof skin, Neville walked to the inside of the tower, where he was surrounded by its base: four columns at the base, deep into the ground, and a large number of wooden planks nailed here and there as supports.

His hands clenched into fists, and the warm current of his mind poured unreservedly into Neville's arms. With him as the center, this small space seems to have a gust of wind, and the waterproof skin rolls like a wave.

"Click!"

"Squeak!"

"Bang!"

Without axes or other tools, Neville used his hands to make a freehand demolition worker, and he didn't touch the few log pillars that were difficult to deal with at first glance, but just tried to dismantle those wooden planks and other supports, which was much easier, one punch at a time, very easy.

The two meters tall were almost gone, and Neville began to demolish the taller ones.

Those professors who watched the game on the top platform probably didn't think that someone was tearing down their stage, and could only hope that their strength could match the status of a professor at Hogwarts.

Otherwise, Neville would have been upset.

Tearing it down, Neville felt as if the tower was shaking, and some of the components he hadn't dismantled before creaked and suddenly broke on their own.

Jumping to the ground, Neville realized that he had almost torn down the tower six meters below four pillars, and he didn't think it had taken much time.

It's going to fall.

The professors in the stands were still unaware, but Neville had already run out and ran far away to a safe place to stop and watch.

It didn't take long for the towers to collapse like giants with broken legs.

Neville was right, the teachers at Hogwarts did fly, and when they looked up at the sky, the startled wizards fled. Like a fireworks show, the colorful smoke in the sky spread rapidly around the sky, and the wizards who were as weightless as feathers slowly falling from the sky opened Neville's eyes.

However, not all wizards are very dashing, and Neville saw Professor Quirrell with his head wrapped in a scarf struggling like a drowning pig, and finally stopped.

Just for a moment, Neville's attention was more focused on Harry in the distant sky.

Although he didn't have a telescope and couldn't see very clearly, Neville knew that Harry's broomstick had become normal.

The matter seems to have been resolved satisfactorily?

Neville suddenly remembered, as if he was missing an alibi.

[Hmm, where's the toilet?]

Neville looked left and right, and made a quick run towards the toilets inside the Quidditch pitch......

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X's, the author's words can't exceed five hundred, so they can only be posted in the text, because they don't want to open a single chapter.

Last night, an unpleasant incident happened in the group, and two readers quarreled over Neville's strength. I was playing a mobile game, but I just looked at it at the beginning, and then it got worse and worse, and I flipped through the records and kicked everyone out.

Let's talk about my personal opinion first.,The giant side has a lot of dry goods.,What I said is also in line with what I think.,On the other hand, I don't feel like there's any evidence.,Although a lot of things are listed, it's not as much as the giant.,And a lot of things are said.,I feel like the plot of the movie is not the plot of the novel.,For example, the size of the basilisk.,The novel says that it's at least 20 feet.,That's six meters.,What he said seems to be more than ten meters in the movie.。

To be reasonable, except for those eyes, the basilisk is really not good, it has lived for more than a thousand years, and it has been hungry for more than a thousand years, so it will definitely not be too strong. And in the original novel, the snake tooth pierced Harry's arm, and then it actually broke, which simply blinded my eyes, the legendary old-fashioned tooth?

I don't think Harry's physique is comparable to Neville's, and I don't plan on letting Neville use his wand to get the basilisk, and I'm also very disgusted with the kind of combat mode that obviously takes one set away, but only then has to fight hard and then surprisingly win.

To be reasonable, Harry, who is in the second year, is no match for Neville with fifty, and the same is true for holding a sword.

Later, I also talked about how Neville didn't rule the wizarding world so fiercely (which probably means), I don't think this question is meaningless, those who have the ability don't want to do that, such as Dumbledore, Neville, and those who are incapable can't do it, not to mention that the wizarding world adds up to tens of thousands of people in the world, and there is a use for domination...... Dumbledore still wanted wizards to rule Muggles, which was so high that he didn't know where to rule the wizarding world.

The discussion is good, the debate is fine, the more the truth is debated, the clearer it becomes, but I don't like to quarrel in my place, and I don't think my group is used for people to quarrel.

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I think there may be many people who can't understand what Neville's route is, but Neville's strength is definitely not ten kilometers a day or something that can be achieved by persisting for three years, and the estimation of Neville's strength based on this amount of training is also inaccurate.

Neville isn't a punch that doesn't have a solution, breaking the limiter or something, the HP world has its rules, and I won't do anything too out of line.

As for the principle, Flitwick has already seen a little, think about what Flitwick teaches, and what he is more sensitive to.

That's probably it, I just hope that before arguing with people in the future, I will put my own point of view right, and it is pointless to argue with someone who is wrong.

Above, I'm really annoyed by this kind of thing, and I don't want to see it again in the future.