It rained heavily for half a month.

By the end of November, the rain had finally stopped, and instead of sunny days, it was snow.

From the damp and cold of autumn to the damp and cold of winter.

The weather was bad, and Harry and Neville's training didn't stop.

Man is weak.

This is true for adults, and Neville is no exception, even though the flame of "revenge" is always burning in his heart, but the environment at Hogwarts is too safe.

Safety means slacking off.

When it rains, Neville thinks about giving up, as muddy roads, cloudy vision, and heavy rain are all factors that are not conducive to exercise.

When the snow began to fall, he also thought about giving up, because the heavy rain was too heavy and the snow made the environment even worse.

Harry didn't give him a chance to slack off.

Dragged him hard and continued to exercise.

The contract was all signed, and Neville had no chance of backtracking.

These days, he often goes to the school doctor's office.

Neville has always been a regular in the school infirmary, but compared to previous years, he always came in due to accidents - such as falling down the stairs, being accidentally "blasted" by Seamus, and accidentally eating George and Fred's prank props.

These are real surprises!

No one will play a prank on Neville.

Sometimes George and Fred couldn't imagine how their prank props got into Neville's mouth.

Now, he always goes into the school infirmary because of some problems caused by exercise, of course, for ordinary people, the intractable and incurable diseases are just a spell and a bottle of potion for wizards. Neville had Madam Pomfrey do him a physical examination every week, and then Harry would re-establish his workout plan.

Madam Pomfrey complained more than once that she finally had the feeling that she had actually gotten the salary that Hogwarts had paid her.

However, this kind of high-intensity workout is also very effective.

Neville didn't lose weight, but gained a lot.

But it doesn't look like a "little fat man", but strong, but with that honest face, it's hard to make people feel that he is any threat.

A big and honest bear without any aggression.

Saturday night.

Harry flipped through the trio's papers and set them aside.

"The theory is good." After half an hour, Harry put it down and looked at Neville, "Hermione, would you like you and Ron to join me in training with Neville?" ”

Actual combat?

The word made all three of them stunned.

Hermione was a little puzzled: "Haven't we always had actual combat?" ”

"No, no, no, that's not real combat." Harry shook his head, meaningful, and looked at them deeply, "That's just practical training, so that theory can be mastered in practice, and there is a big difference between it and real combat." ”

"Neville has to fight."

As he spoke, Harry paused: "You can wait until you finish watching it, and then think about whether you want to train with me." ”

Hermione and Ron nodded, both noticing a different vibe.

Neville looked at Harry blankly, and he picked up his wooden sword.

"Don't use this little toy." Harry waved his wand, and from his hat, an iron sword flew out - it was Neville's birthday present earlier, "Use this." ”

"A real sword?" Neville took it cautiously, "Wouldn't it be too dangerous?"

"It's real combat." Harry shook his head and emphasized, "Actual combat." ”

"Neville, no, Mr. Longbottom."

"From now on, it's not Harry who stands in front of you, it's your enemy."

"You're going to have the faith to kill me."

With the belief of killing Potter.

Neville muttered quietly, believing that this was an idea that only Professor Snape would have.

Harry pulled out the Gryffindor sword, a wand in one hand and a sword in the other, standing at one end of the abandoned classroom, he looked at Neville at the other end: "Mr. Longbottom, in the first battle, pull out the sword, I will wait for you to get ready." ”

Neville carefully drew his sword and held it in his hand, just like Harry, with a wand in one hand and a sword in the other, and after a long moment, he took a deep breath and shouted, "Harry, no, Mr. Potter, I'm ready." ”

The moment the voice landed.

Neville's eyes widened and he looked at Harry incredulously.

It's changed!

In his own eyes, Harry is still the same Harry, and he still looks the same, but everything has changed.

The nerves beat, and the intuition tells you that it is dangerous!

Spinning wildly, squeaking and buzzing like a peep glass, howling in my heart.

"Dangerous Dangerous Dangerous Dangerous !!"

It's going to die!

If you don't resist, you'll really die!

Think about the swordsmanship you have learned, and at this time you should make a defensive posture with a sword.

No, no, no, no, it's a mantra.

Armor Protection!

No, this spell can only defend against some magic, not against the impact of physical attacks, and Harry has a lot of strength.

That should pass out?

Unconscious and unable to hit Harry, the swordsman was nimble.

There are many obstacles!

Yes, there should be a lot of obstacles!

Neville's expression finally fluctuated, and he tried to mobilize his body, but his hands and feet kept moving, and he stiffened violently, and he looked at Harry, and he was petrified by the water snake-like eyes.

Move!

Move your hands quickly and say the incantation.

He was anxious and eager.

Boom! He was kicked hard in the chest and fell uncontrollably.

A cold light flashed in front of him.

It was the sword light of the Gryffindor sword, stabbing at his head.

Finished!

He's dead!

Neville's mind went blank as he snorted as his sword grazed his ear and slammed into the tiles.

Tinnitus buzzed.

It was a long moment before he heard someone ask himself, "What are you thinking?" ”

The voice was familiar, Harry's.

Neville's pupils began to refocus, and he could see clearly that the person who was speaking was Harry, who was still stepping on him.

"As I said, I'm your enemy now." Harry drew his sword, "Don't think that only Professor Snape would have the belief that he will kill me, you have to have it too, this is real combat." ”

He reined in his momentum.

The air in the abandoned classroom began to flow again, and the two onlookers were finally able to gasp.

"Neville?" Ron's voice trembled, "Are you still alive?" ”

Neville replied weakly, "Of course, I'm still alive. ”

"I thought you were really going to kill Neville." Hermione took a deep breath. It was the first time she had watched Harry fight so closely.

They are taught differently on weekdays.

It's also different from when Professor Flitwick trained.

For the first time, she felt that George and Fred had given the nickname so aptly - "The Lion King", Harry was like a real lion, and they were weak, pitiful, powerless rabbits, puppies, and groundhogs.

"I do have that in mind." Harry waved his wand and picked Neville up, making him stand against the wall.

In the Sorting Hat, a piece of white fresh flew out and fell into his hand.

"I'm hurt?" Neville looked at Harry, hesitating.

"Ears, a little bruising." Harry's wand was aimed at the wall beside him, turning it into a mirror so he could see his face clearly.

What an ugly face!

His face was red, his eyes were weak, and he was rejoicing.

Rejoicing in what?

I'm glad I wasn't killed by Harry, even though I couldn't even resist?

How embarrassed are you to have the idea of rejoicing.

Longbottom, ah, Longbottom!

Neville examined himself, and after a while, he noticed a small wound on his ear, and the blood had stopped and clotted into a scab after so long of not being medicated.

"Harry, I'm not so fragile that I need to use white fresh for this wound!" Neville clenched his fists, his face flushed.

"I'm just trying to find an excuse to conjure up a mirror so you can take a good look at yourself." Harry said bluntly, "Do you like yourself in the mirror?" ”

Neville didn't speak.

"Mr. Neville Longbottom in the mirror has no revenge." Harry tilted his head, stared at the mirror embedded in the wall, and whispered, "Look at that weak face, there is only vengeful anger, but no firm faith. ”

"Perhaps, his size and magic level have changed a lot, but he is still the weak little Neville, pitiful, so aggrieved that he cries every night with a pillow."

"Harry!" Neville raised his fist and slammed the mirror, interrupting him, the back of his fist and the shards of glass huddled together, dripping with blood.

"Mr. Longbottom, are you ready now?" Harry asked him.

"Of course!" Neville gritted his teeth.

"So, let's go!" Harry tossed to the ground, his feet deft on his feet, and ran towards Neville, waving his sword in his hand.

Neville parried.

"Whew!" Several sounds of breaking the air sounded

Unexpectedly, the mirror shards stretched out, conjuring vines and binding his limbs.

Before he could react.

Boom - the sword grazed his ear again, stabbing into the wall.

"I should praise you, at least you have faith this time, and your body can move?" Harry and Neville looked at each other, "But what about the brains?" ”

"Faith and brain, can you only choose one or the other?"

Neville gritted his teeth, "Again!" ”

The third time!

Neville remembered that he was a wizard, but when he got closer, he only cared about magic parrying, forgetting that he still held a long sword in his other hand, and still couldn't survive three moves.

"Longbottom, if I were Crouch, you'd already be dead three times, three times!" Harry waved his wand and fireworks.

The number three, colored golden and red, turned into a crown and fell on his head.

"Look at how many numbers you can break through tonight."

Fourth!

Harry's sword pierced Neville's thigh, causing him to let out a wail and fall to the ground in pale, agony.

"You're starting to get weak again." Harry's tone was calm, he drew his sword and took potions for Neville, "This is a real battle, a fight to the death. ”

When he had finished drinking, Harry applied white fresh to his wound and cast a regeneration spell.

"Perhaps, this wound will deepen your understanding."

"Neville, treat me like an enemy."

"Can you continue?"

Neville gritted his teeth and threw the glass bottle out, smashing it hard, "Of course, Mr. Potter! ”

Ron and Hermione were on the sidelines, dumbfounded.

They didn't expect that the actual combat would be so cruel.

Neville "died" under Harry's sword again and again, and some wounds began to appear on his body more or less, and the night was incomparably long.

(End of chapter)