When Neville took out the long sword given by Senior Brother Gu Ying, even Rodolphus, who was already mad, felt his brain go blank for a moment.

Sword? Sword?

Rodolphus, a mentally ill person, even felt that he shouldn't have anything to do with this little wizard.

If it weren't for mental illness, who would dare to face themselves with a long sword that they didn't know how to pull out?

Who does he think he is? Godric Gryffindor?

But then Rodolphus remembered what this madman little wizard had done.

How dare you insult the great Lord Voldemort, by the way, what does this kid say he is called?

"Longbottom?" A cruel smile appeared on Rodolphus' gloomy face:

"It was a wonderful night at Longbottom, I-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the little wizard with a round face on the opposite side suddenly swing his long sword and rush towards him.

Neville felt that the whole world was silent, and the worried shouts of the little wizards around him and Justin's screams seemed to be gone.

Who says you have to wait for someone else to finish speaking?

He is also a member of the dueling club and has spent the last two years learning and training to deal with various situations.

Neville felt stupid because he needed more time to approach every bit of knowledge he had learned with reverence.

The heart was beating so violently, it was like someone beating a war drum in their ears.

Nervous? It's supposed to be intense, it's not a match training in a club.

He watched as Rodolphus raised his wand and didn't chant the incantation, the dazzling blue light of black magic illuminating Rodolphus' hideous, twisted face.

The distance of five or six meters was fleeting, and Neville's forward figure suddenly froze, his steps changed, and his movements were graceful as if he was dancing, but with a light turn, he gave way to the spell in a millimeter.

My biggest advantage was that the opponent was exposed to the Eastern melee combat style for the first time.

This is my chance to fight a different kind of spell than everyone else is familiar with, and Neville took a deep breath and straightened out his battle train between the lightning and flint.

There are a large number of opponents, and it is absolutely impossible to fight hard, Neville remembered the experiment that Zhang Xiao had done.

Even if he is as strong as Zhang Xiao, if he is not in a full state, he can only face five or six little wizards at the same time at most with his physical body, and if there are more, the error tolerance rate is too low, and the kind of spell after spreading is simply impossible to prevent.

If the state is fully open, it can knock down all the little wizards in a very short period of time, but Zhang said that the state is fully open is equivalent to leaving no effort, and after the time has passed, it is almost undefended, which is a desperate method.

However, I recently heard that Zhang is developing a new method, such as opening the full state only when you use it, but it is very difficult.

Neville was shocked, I was distracted?

But when he returned his attention to the battlefield in front of him, he found that time seemed to have stopped, and Rodolphus still held his wand, and the expression on his face was still hideous.

By the way, where did you just think of it?

Oh – even Zhang struggled to face the siege, so.

Neville suddenly changed his form again, only to stomp on the ground a few times, and in a flash of sword light, he was already in front of the Death Eater holding Hannah on his right.

The Death Eater was grinning and laughing, but he didn't realize that Neville's target was himself.

He hurriedly removed his wand from Hannah's head, and in a hurry it was so easy to attack, Neville's long sword trembled, and with a single flick, the sharp blade slashed through his wrist.

Then he slapped the Death Eater's hand away with the spine of his sword, and with a light pull, he caught the wand with the tip of the sword with the subtlety of Tai Chi.

After a few circles like a lantern, Neville's wrist shook, and the wand that swirled on the tip of his sword spun and flew towards the cell behind him.

"Hermione!"

At this moment, Neville was convinced that Hermione, who was the first to get her wand, must have a way to open the elf-made prison, which she claimed could never be opened without a key.

Only in this way can he change the situation in which he is under siege.

As for failure, let yourself die in front of everyone.

But first, I'm going to buy Hermione time!

Neville took a deep breath, but continued to rub himself up, charging towards the Death Eaters who were grabbing Susan not far away.

It was the Death Eaters who were experienced in battle, and unlike many of the pampered pure-blooded Death Eater scum, Neville had barely moved before a few spells pierced the air and shot at him.

The murderous Death Eaters didn't even care if their companions would be affected.

But Neville can't, if he avoids it, then Hannah next to him will never be spared.

Neville's gaze became firm and determined, and he made up his mind without any hesitation.

Although I have tried before, the success rate is low.

Neville's left foot hooked forward, his right leg bent, the long sword in his hand was carried behind him in a hidden sword style, the back heel of his left foot hit the ground and his right leg kicked hard, his body shook, like a dragon ascending to heaven, and his body shook suddenly.

The whole person jumped forward lightly, and the long sword slashed through a graceful arc in the air, constantly vibrating, and even the air vibrated with it.

Hannah's mouth was open, her eyes as round as her face, as if she had seen something incredible.

The spells were like an invisible swamp in front of Neville, moving slowly like a snail, and then as if they were attracted to something.

Twisting and bending into a circle, Neville swung around the sword in his hand as if it were stirring something in the air.

This. What is it?

Not just Hannah, all the little wizards were clutching to the railings with their mouths wide open, and only Hermione was holding her wand, pulling her hair desperately and thinking about how to open the cage.

Just like the root of Longhu Mountain is the golden light mantra, Wudang, who is also a Taoist gate, of course, has its own unique skills, and their Tai Chi strength is known as the softest to the strongest, the combination of rigidity and softness, and it is the world's first-class stunt.

When practicing to a high depth, it can even be claimed that a feather cannot be added and a fly cannot fall.

Neville has heard the legend of his master, and it is rumored in Wudang that Master Zhou can even entangle the thunder law of the old heavenly master!

"Wrap! Moisten! Draw out! ”

Neville shook his sword and let out a roar of rage, throwing back the spell that had been mixed up in a crackling mess.

The enchantment that had already been mixed together flew out of the air and exploded with a crackling sound within a few meters.

Then he sent his right hand up, and threw the sword into the sky, and the whole person took another step forward, grabbing the Death Eater's outstretched right arm.

Homeopathic silk cross hand into a knee reluctant step, knee reluctant step pay attention to the belt elbow, knee with wrist, the strength of the whole body combined with the 'potential', the power exerted is enough to be called terrifying!

Neville's body shook, and his hands were like a turtle sect qigong, but his hands were not fitted together, and they were generally imprinted on the chest of the Death Eater.

And finally - the lion opens its mouth!

The force of this blow was so terrifying that I saw a stream of blood spurting out of the Death Eater's mouth, and the whole person actually flew far away, smashed against the wall and hung on the wall for a second before slowly sliding to the ground.

When his wand was about to fall to the ground at this time, Neville exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen, and with the power of twisting his waist, he flicked his foot and spun around!

The wand flew up again at his feet, but at this time, the Death Eater, who had already recovered from the shock, once again unbelievingly cast a curse, but this time there were not many spells.

At this moment, Neville's body suddenly turned, like kicking a football kick, and his body flew up with this power - kicking the moon and turning his body against his habit!

Under him, two magic spells grazed his waist, and the long sword that fell from his heel stood again.

The little wizards were going crazy, they couldn't care less about being in the dungeon, banging on the railings and screaming wildly.

In the moment, Neville is the brightest star!

Rodolphus' smile froze on his face, and he opened his mouth, but spat out a few words in silence:

"Kill him!"

"Hermione, Hermione! Okay, okay? Ron's head swayed like an electric fan, sweat on his forehead, and he looked at Neville and then at Hermione.

"Use your invincible brain to figure it out!"

"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione screamed as she grabbed her hair and walked around the cramped cell with her wand in her hand, Neville desperately buying himself time, he could die at any moment.

But I couldn't open the damn cell.

What to do?

Hermione pursed her lips, her brain racing wildly, neither the lock-picking spell nor the ultimate lock-picking spell could open the locks made by the elves.

They were so confident in the locks they had made, and they were, otherwise the elves wouldn't have used their skills on Gringotts.

There must be some way, there must be.

"Leprechauns. Elf Elf" Hermione crouched in front of the lock, looking at the delicate patterns and surprisingly large keyholes on it.

Although the wand in his hand was not very obedient, in the face of Hermione's resolute will, the wand could only obey the dispatch aggrievedly.

Explosions, disintegrations, and even more powerful spells Hermione has tried.

It can only be said that the forging process of the goblins is indeed strong.

"Wait. I remember that the elves had a tradition." Hermione frowned and patted her head, as if trying to make it move faster.

"Leprechauns. Greed, money-loving, in their minds, everything can be measured by money, except for money itself, when the gold coins jingle in the atonement box, your sins will die completely.

This is the goblin motto! ”

Hermione's voice suddenly trembled, and she let out a cry of surprise, pointing to the elven text on the lock:

"I remember, why does this sentence look very familiar, it's a goblin motto!"

She looked at the surprisingly large keyhole and hurriedly shouted, "Garon, we need a lot of Galleons, and the key to this cell door is Galleon!" ”

"But where do we have Galleons!" Ron felt that this request was simply getting along with Weasley, a lot of Galleons?

"Get out of the way, Weasley!"

Malfoy, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, he tilted his face slightly, and slowly opened his small satchel:

"The Malfoy family lacks nothing more than Garon!"

Boom, boom, boom, a huge amount of Garens flowed like a golden river from Malfoy's small satchel.

The extra Galleons that Lucius and his wife gave because they felt sorry for their child finally played a role they never thought of at this moment.

"Stop!"

Without hesitation, Hermione grabbed a handful of Galleons and headed for the surprisingly large keyhole plug like a coin.

One, twoWhen the 99th Galleon was stuffed in, the pattern on the lock suddenly lit up with a hint of golden light.

There was a click, and the cell door opened.

"That's it?" Malfoy's pale face with disdain and disdain for the elven appetite reached for him his other hand once more towards his satchel.

"Weasley, you take Garon to unlock the door for the rest of the club, and Hermione and I go to support Neville."

"But you don't have a wand!"

At this moment, Neville, who was struggling to support himself, was shocked by the situation, and he saw the opportunity and threw his wand with all his might.

Malfoy took the wand, felt its resistance, and with a soft 'swish', shoved it into Ron's hand.

"Give Cedric, let him out first."

A dazed Ron saw Malfoy suddenly unbutton his coat and stuff a bloody lollipop into his mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled out two pistols from his shoulder bag, which were the Glock 18 strongly recommended by Zhang Xiao.

Little Pony, go online!

'Bang bang! ’

Malfoy held his gun in both hands and aimed it at the Death Eaters in the distance, and the stormy gunfire even startled everyone at one point.

When he tilted the bullets of both guns out, he almost crooked his nose when he saw the results of the battle.

With a gun in one hand, a distance of about ten meters, or a moving target, Malfoy's hit rate can only be described as touching, except for two unlucky guys who were hit in less important places, the other Death Eaters were just startled.

When they found out that it was Malfoy's hand, they immediately took precautions, and they hid behind the obstacles, just firing spells at a distance and never showing their heads.

"I should really listen to Zhang, practice more."

Malfoy muttered, scrambling to change his magazine.

But he was forced by the spell to keep running and rolling, but Rao was still in this way, and Neville's pressure was still greatly reduced.

At that moment, another spell swiped behind them, and the Death Eater flew upside down, wand in hand as if attracted to something.

Fly straight in the direction the spell struck.

Cedric grabbed his wand and turned to Akihari, who had just come out, and the two, who were also members of the dueling club, immediately entered the fight.

As one of the most powerful players in the club, Cedric's addition made a radical difference.

The Death Eaters found the scene stalemate.

Rodolphus hid behind the crucible, his face distorted like a devil:

"Damn, it's just some students, how can they be awkward?"

He never imagined how a dozen Death Eaters, looking after a little wizard without a wand, would become what should have been a very easy task.

Yes, it's all because of that kid with the sword, that Longbottom, pure-blooded traitor!

Rodolphus couldn't even imagine how the Dark Lord would punish him if he found out.

His red eyes looked at Neville, and at that moment, Neville looked at him as well.

On the edge of the river, Voldemort sat in an armchair, looking at the hourglass that was about to run out, like a poisonous snake, hissing and spitting venom.

With a playful sense of sadism, he asked:

"Dumbledore, the time is almost up, tell me, what will you choose?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him, and he suddenly smiled softly:

"Tom. I choose both! ”

The sky resounded with continuous thunder, and Zhang Xiao's figure swept through the sky with a violent roar, like a shining meteor, sliding straight towards the church.

Then, an immortal bird composed of fireworks soared through the air like a living thing.

Blazing flames lit above the church, and it was Fawkes's tail feather flames!

Order of the Phoenix, assemble!

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)