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Of course, Helmo could sense fluctuations in mana, but that didn't mean that the men he created could too.

Neville covered his mouth and watched intently as the monster floated a short distance in front of him, then floated down the street to the other end.

It wasn't until they couldn't see each other that his grandmother pulled Neville by the hand. With a slight crackling sound, the two disappeared from under the tree.

Apparition gives the impression that the entire body has been stuffed into a long, twisted leather tube. To be honest, even if you get used to this feeling, you will still hate it.

And if someone shows up with an entourage, the feeling of dizziness and squeezing is even more obvious.

As soon as he emerged from an alley, Neville snapped open his mouth and took a breath of fresh air, barely suppressing the discomfort that seemed to be about to be spit out on the spot the next moment.

Unfortunately, the next situation left him no longer had time to calm down the feeling of the sky spinning.

Suddenly, Neville was dragged by his grandmother.

He was still dizzy in his head at this moment, and he couldn't stand on his feet. But even so, he had to be dragged forward by his grandmother, even if he didn't even know where he was or what was going on.

Suddenly, he looked back and realized why Grandma had dragged him out of this place in a hurry—because a monster was standing behind the spot he had just been.

If it weren't for the illusion spell on their bodies at this moment, they would be looked at by that monster as soon as they appeared, right?

Neville, who had been covering his mouth before he came, found that he no longer had to let go of his palm.

Hurrying out of the seemingly familiar alley with his grandmother, the two suddenly turned a corner, and soon Neville saw the old red-brick department store on the side of the road.

It turned out that the alleyway just now was actually near the entrance to St. Mungo, so it was no wonder that he felt familiar.

Before attending Hogwarts, Neville would often accompany his parents with his grandmother - yes, because they had lived here for so long, their arrival could no longer be called a "visit".

And even after going to school, Neville doesn't forget to come here during the holidays. Sometimes it's with grandma, and sometimes it's ...... For example, in recent years, he would come and sit by his parents' bedside for a while.

It's just that he came so often, and he hardly ever went to that alley, that is, "he occasionally glanced at it when he passed by".

Neville, who was a little stunned by the familiar alley, followed his grandmother to the window pane in a short time. But the grandmother standing in front of her just looked at the mannequin inside, and didn't reach out to knock on the glass.

Neville subconsciously turned around and glanced down the street.

There were no Muggles here.

People seem to have run and fall, and there is no longer the usual noise.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, there were all kinds of messy personal belongings left on the snow-covered street, making the street look messy.

However, it was precisely because there were no Muggles running away in terror on the streets that it became extraordinarily quiet. In this way, the monsters that roam silently in the streets are even more conspicuous.

Neville knew that entering St. Mungo's would require knocking on the glass and talking to the dummy inside. Perhaps, Grandma, she was thinking about what to do so that the sound of the conversation could not be transmitted to the monster without being heard by the dummy.

If they could, they would at least be able to take refuge in St. Mungo's first place – it would be a good place to evacuate in an emergency.

But at this moment, two screams suddenly sounded from the end of the street, and then he felt the panicked screams getting closer and closer to him.

Was someone attacked? Why does it ring all of a sudden? If you can escape in a street full of monsters, it won't be Muggles.

Three thoughts flashed through Neville's mind, and he couldn't help but want to check them out.

It's just that the fear of those monsters still lingers in his heart, making him want to help each other, but he can't lift his feet.

However, it didn't take long for him to realize that this unanswered question had suddenly escalated!

"Help—"

“…… Who's going to help us! ”

But just around the corner of the street in front of him, two figures suddenly flashed out and entered Neville's field of vision.

It was two young wizards, a man and a woman, both wearing thick coats, and their wands were waving incessantly, releasing a series of magical flames.

To their despair, not only was the effect of the spell minimal, but the number of monsters chasing them both increased with the distance they ran.

Seriously, it's good luck that I haven't been surrounded until now.

Since Neville and her grandmother Augusta were both wearing Illusion Charms, the two were unaware of their presence. And this point, at this time, is also clear in Neville's mind.

Seeing that the other party was about to pass in front of him...... It's a multiple-choice question so close at hand, but its options seem out of reach.

In an instant, the words that Grandma had just said not long ago were placed in front of Neville at the same time as the two terrified faces.

"Help! Is anyone there? We need help ......."

"Remember, we can't do anything right now!"

"Help us!"

"Do you think that makes you look less 'cowardly'?"

"Anyone?"

"You're scared - cowardly softass!"

It was clearly just the moment when the two figures stepped in front of him, but it seemed that two voices were circulating alternately in his ears, one vigorously stirring his tense nerves.

That second seemed like a longer life than he had ever lived.

"I don't want to die-"

As the two faces, distorted by fear and exhaustion, swept before Neville's eyes, the young witch's cry of despair exploded in his ears.

"Divine Guard!"

The previous Auror and his grandmother both chose to use the Patronus Charm when dealing with that kind of monster, so Neville subconsciously chose this spell at this time.

However, although he had practiced it many times according to Maca's information, he had never been able to summon the physical Patronus.

Yes, even with constant practice, the silvery-white mist of light he was able to release was condensed more and more each time, and he had never summoned his patronus.

Not even once.

And today, even though Neville could feel the difference when he recited the incantation, the sudden burst of will also caused the silver-white mist of light to condense into a ball of light......

But you can't say that your patron saint is actually a ball, right?

But fortunately, even if it wasn't an entity patronus, the sufficiently condensed silver-white ball of light obviously had a good strength. When it slammed into the monster that was chasing it closer, it was knocked straight down and fell back.

If it is not an entity patronus, it cannot be allowed to move freely by mental will alone, but needs to be actively controlled like ordinary light and mist forms.

Neville, who had made up his mind to rush out, was uncharacteristically not flustered, but much calmer than before.

He no longer paid attention to the two wizards running behind him, but continued to wave his wand in his hand, concentrating on controlling the condensed ball of light.

"Bang!"

When Neville waved his wand and knocked the other monster away, he didn't notice that Grandma was smiling faintly.

As Neville's grandmother, her son and daughter-in-law were tortured to madness by the Death Eaters, but she never showed her grief. And in front of her grandson, she is even calmer and stern.

Of course, she knew that Neville's shyness, clumsiness, and introversion were due to his parents' demented appearance that had suppressed him for a long time, but she had never wanted to cherish Neville as much as ordinary people.

All she did was constantly reprimanded Neville for his cowardice, educated him with his parents' sacrifices, and even scolded him for not being his parents' child.

His parents are heroes, and he seems to be just a puddle of mud that can't be picked up.

To be honest, this can by no means be a good way to educate, but the old lady Longbottom, who has been strict with herself all her life, is only willing to use this method to educate her only grandson.

Because the old lady believes in Neville, believes that he can break free from the shackles that he has bound him with his own hands, and become a hero who does not lose to his parents.

And now......

"Divine Guard!"

She took a step and stood beside Neville, wand in her hand straight ahead.

In fact, Neville burst out with unprecedented courage and cast a Patronus Charm that surpassed ordinary wizards. But in the face of so many formidably strong enemies, his shot was just a drop in the bucket.

So, after admiring Neville's posture of getting rid of the cowardice, Augusta stepped up in time!

In a trance, Neville suddenly found himself slamming out of his side with a silver-white animal—the little ones weren't too big, but they were so swift and imposing that he could even feel a fearless power in them.

He hurriedly glanced to the side, and sure enough, it was his grandmother.

I still remember that when my grandmother went to Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall had a conversation with my grandmother. At that time, he felt that the two were likely classmates or friends.

Could it be that his grandmother is actually a very powerful witch?

By the thought of this in Neville's mind, Old Lady Longbottom's Patronus had already sprang up to a monster and waved its front paws from the front without hesitation.

A flash of silver light flashed, bringing up a few wisps of black mist like ink......

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