It's a finger and a wand.

From his father.

Crouch is feeling great now.

He is not unarmed, and he can still feel that the "magic wand" in his hand with a different shape is full of power.

It was much more powerful than the wands he had used before, whether it was bought in school, his so-called biological father's, or Moody's.

The real father is fighting side by side with himself.

His gaze shifted from his index finger to the person opposite.

Once a chubby man, he is now a well-known strong man in Gryffindor, a tall man in his early eights, half a head taller than Barty Crouch Jr.

"Crouch." Neville took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He clutched his wand in one hand and his steel sword in the other, and spat his name out of his mouth.

This is a nightmare that he will never give up in his life.

Even in the first and second grades, I haven't built up my confidence, and I have to rely on the memory ball to keep myself from forgetting something.

But Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty Crouch, these two names, no matter what, I can't forget them.

"Lestrange, I've already killed." He spoke, his tone calmer, as if stating an established fact, "You too." ”

"Longbottom." Crouch grinned, "You're like your dad." ”

He held up his index finger, which was like an extended part of his body.

"Will you be like him when you wail?"

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

The spell was cast and shot at him.

Neville turned sideways and waved his wand, and several seeds slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground lightly.

Kick the power of the feet.

Rush towards the people you hate in your heart.

Crouch waved his wand: "Your dad was as heroic as you. ”

"That's it, don't hesitate to rush like me."

"He wanted to protect his family, but unfortunately, he didn't have that ability."

"Is he okay now?"

The spell he cast was somewhat unexpected by Crouch, and he didn't even pronounce the spell, originally just trying to raise a puff of snow and dust to interfere with Neville's vision.

But.

The snow was raging and rushing towards Longbottom.

Scared the hell out of him.

Unparalleled power.

In the wind and snow.

Crouch estimated Neville's trajectory and uttered a spell, the Heart-Piercing Spell shot out in the snowstorm.

But it fell empty and did not hit.

The whistling wind –

Crouch chanted aloud: "Armor for protection!" ”

The spell is timely.

Just as he was on the invisible armor, a sword suddenly slashed from behind him, and there was a sonorous sound and sparks splashing everywhere.

"Retreat three feet!"

Neville's voice was low, his wand against his armor, and his magic exploded with a thud, knocking Crouch over and sending him flying as if he had been standing there.

"Grow fast!"

He waved his wand again.

The few seeds that had just been dropped grew in an instant, holding Crouch in mid-air.

It's a dragon's claw vine.

The most dangerous magical plant Neville could lift.

Its thick branches, bracken-like twists and turns, and its three main trunks tightly bound Crouch like a dragon's claw—hence its name.

The viscous liquid slid down and snorted, and Crouch's clothes were visibly corroded.

Crouch was surprised.

This fighting idea and experience. It's not like the level of a young wizard in school.

Neville looked at him coldly, his hands moving, waving his wand and getting ready.

Fighting in poor conditions of vision, he was already familiar with it.

As the only wizard who fights more like Harry, Neville has always been a headache.

The battle between him and Hermione was won or lost.

As long as Hermione can suppress Neville with a spell at the beginning, then she will win, and conversely, as long as she is pushed within five steps of Neville, then Neville will win.

Ron, on the other hand, is a typical Gryffindor.

The knowledge is not as broad as Hermione's, and the magic spells and combat thinking that he has mastered are all at a decent level, and among the students, and even among the Aurors, they are all at the top level, but in front of Neville and Hermione, they are a little insufficient.

Catch up?

Ron wasn't like the two of them, and he wasn't too motivated.

So he thought of a way, since he can't fight head-on, then I'll drag you to a condition with myself, and then use my rich experience to defeat you.

Cloud Charm, Weasley Brothers Laughing Prank Toy

Make a mess of the environment.

It's also really useful, and it cost those people a lot at first, but now they're getting used to it.

Crouch was bound by the dragon's claw vine, but he didn't panic at all, tilting his head to look at Neville: "I remember Potter's little girlfriend, owls got twelve "O's" on the exam? ”

Neville didn't reply.

"But you know what?" The dragonclaw vine wrapped him tighter, and Crouch maintained a flat and gentle tone, "There were two other people at Hogwarts before her, and they also got twelve "O's". ”

"A father of mine."

"One is me, who is almost exactly like my father."

Speaking of which, Crouch paused: "Do you know what that means?" ”

"The little tricks I learned from Hogwarts won't work against me at all."

Smack-

Crisp snapping of fingers.

The dragon's claw vine suddenly froze, and like most vine-like magical plants, it was afraid of flames. However, unlike the devil's vine, which is afraid of even flames that do not have much temperature, it is relatively more fire-resistant, and requires more intense flames to subdue this plant.

Black flames surged.

The dragon's claw vine retracted the rope and dropped the food that had already been eaten in his mouth.

Crouch landed lightly, and his eyes were even more surprised.

Even if he had just escaped from detention, his body felt terrible stiff.

But in his life, there has never been a day when it can be as beautiful as it is now.

He looked down at his father's index finger in his hand.

Power comes from it.

It's a great taste, a true son inherits a real father.

He raised his hand, and even felt the magic that was outside of his body—a realm that his father would have raised for a long time, and the will ruled the world.

"Longbottom." Crouch gracefully raised his head and raised his wand alof, imitating Voldemort, "Ready to experience how your parents once felt?" ”

He lifted it lightly, and the wind and snow blew heavily.

The entire Quidditch pitch was enveloped in a storm of snow and ice.

on the Black Lake.

Sprout and McGonagall stared at where the flames had just gone, and then immediately turned their heads towards the Quidditch pitch.

Neville!

If Harry was their most arrogant and reassuring student, then Neville was their favorite and most distressed child.

Harry was so mature that they had come to see Harry as an equal.

But Neville was different, he was still a student.

In the first and second grades, a poor little one, whose parents were comrades-in-arms of the Order of the Phoenix, was tortured by the Death Eaters to St. Mungo, and then slowly grew up, began to muster courage and cheer up.

Smart, gentle, and courageous.

Sometimes McGonagall wondered why he was more like Hufflepuff and hanging out with a group of lawless lion cubs.

Now Neville and Crouch are teleported away.

They are worried.

Without thinking, McGonagall turned into a tabby, and Sprout ran there.

"No, Minerva, Pomona." Dumbledore called out to them, wary of Voldemort, as he spoke, "Now I need your help." ”

Sprout looked back: "Albus, what are you talking about?" ”

"Nevita"

Dumbledore whispered, "Trust Neville." ”

"That's my opinion, and that's Harry's opinion."

McGonagall and Sprout stopped.

Voldemort scoffed, "I have to say, this will be the stupidest decision you and Potter have ever made." ”

Dumbledore shook his head, "Really?" ”

"Harry said Neville had been preparing for the day for a long time, and that he had already taken out Lestrange with his own hands before that."

This sentence could not shake Voldemort's heart.

But McGonagall and Sprout calmed down a little.

Dumbledore continued, "Minerva, you take Pomona and her sisters to secure the magic of Hogwarts. ”

"Especially the Shadow Lock."

The two of them nodded and headed towards the castle.

Voldemort's expression did not move, his brow furrowed slightly, and he looked at the Quidditch pitch, although he had never been a member of the Quidditch team, he was no stranger to it, where the wind and frost had just rolled up.

With a wave of his wand, he flew there.

Dumbledore uttered the incantation.

The ice swelled, and a tall wall was erected to block his path.

"Tom, that's Neville and Crouch Jr." Dumbledore's tone was serious, "You better stay here and stay with me." ”

The confrontation has started again.

Geralt would occasionally be caught off guard by a sniper shot, but with little effect.

Firearms are hardly an effective threat to such powerful wizards, especially if they are already on guard.

But this kind of interference is bound to distract Voldemort.

This did not give Dumbledore much of an advantage, but it was enough to drag him down and make it difficult for Voldemort to get to the Quidditch pitch.

Voldemort had also tried to forcibly destroy the spell with his magic, and the apparition had shifted past, but McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout had held the spell in the castle, making it difficult for him to do so while he was in the midst of a battle with Dumbledore.

To whom exactly does the Patronus Charm send a message?

Even if Harry was in another world at this moment, he couldn't be sure that Dumbledore really couldn't pass on the message.

Stabilize first.

Familiarize yourself with the body, replenish some gadgets that you still lack, such as wands, and deal with them.

Voldemort confirmed his thoughts and flew out of the castle.

Dumbledore chased.

There was no other harassment, and with the cooperation of the three professors, Hogwarts gradually recovered.

On the Quidditch pitch.

The wind and snow were still fierce, and Crouch stood there, laughing wildly and waving his index finger.

The Drill Heart Curse was shot out by him.

"Longbottom, you're not very talkative, what about people now? How do you run away like a mouse! ”

(End of chapter)