Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Using ice energy to form a reciprocating cyclone, like a refrigerator, takes away heat in an area.

Thereby reducing its temperature to extremely cold, continuously causing damage to creatures or objects in the area, and other effects.

This is the second-level ice spell of the evocation system - [Dasong's Quenching Prison], a group attack magic created by an evocation system arcanist named Dasong.

In addition to this spell, the Arcanist Darson, who is proficient in thermodynamics and meteorology, also invented [Dason's Cool Breeze] and [Dason's Hot Furnace], two types of magic.

According to records, this evocation arcanist even used the combination of these three spells [Darson's Weather Field] to wipe out a large murloc tribe and permanently turn the small island where they lived for generations into The death of climatic disorders.

Of course, with Hermione's current knowledge reserve, she still can't reach the strength of that arcanist, but the spell she used also shocked everyone present.

The icy cold wind swirled around, like a huge light blue glass bowl, enveloping the huge basilisk in it.

Just one step away, Harry and the others could only feel the dry and hot breath coming over their faces, and the green scales of the basilisk in the middle of the cold wind had already been covered with a thick layer of frost, almost turning into a piece of clothing. Snow sculpture.

Snakes themselves are cold-blooded animals. When the basilisk helped Tom Riddle revive before, a large part of its flesh and blood energy was absorbed. Now it is trapped in this [Darson's Quenching Prison], and its heat is lost instantly. His muscles and bones are sore and weak, and he can no longer move.

Seeing that the biggest threat was imprisoned, Harry and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Only Clark knew that there was a young Dark Lord, Tom Riddle, still hiding in the dark.

But at this time, the changes on Neville's side have almost been completed.

After Clark paid 3000 precious experience points to help him exchange for the advanced profession [Arcane Knight], Neville suddenly felt that the sword in his hand, which was extremely easy to use, suddenly began to tremble with excitement. .

Yes, it is excitement!

Neville also didn't know why a dead object would have such a human emotion as "excitement", but with his talent in swordsmanship, he just felt it, it was inexplicable and indescribable.

When he clenched the hilt curiously and was about to look at the sword carefully, a sudden suction suddenly engulfed his consciousness and got involved in the sword.

Outward Neville,

Just staring, standing there, as if distracted, thinking about something.

But Harry and the others around were all attracted by Hermione's powerful spell, and didn't pay attention at all.

As for Neville's consciousness, he only felt his eyes dimmed, then brightened again, and he was already in a room filled with white light.

"Where is this?" Neville clenched the sword in his hand nervously, but he held it empty.

"This is a temporary trial space formed by combining the principles contained in Gryffindor's sword and some kind of energy contributed by your friends."

A burly adult man with blond hair like a lion's mane suddenly appeared in front of Neville.

"Gryffindor's sword?" Even without a weapon in his hand, Neville still clenched his fists and looked at him warily.

"Yes, this is a sword that only true Gryffindors can get." said the lion-like man, "so, since 'he' has admitted you, let me meet you, my name is Godric Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor!"

Neville looked at the man in front of him in shock. He didn't expect that he could see one of the four founders of Hogwarts through a sword.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! It seems that our business is very successful, but don't look at me that way, I am just a little memory left on this sword."

Gryffindor held the sword and stood it upright in front of him. The bright sword body reflected the surrounding white light, and the ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt was shining brightly.

"Stop talking nonsense, raise your sword, let's start a duel that belongs to Gryffindor!"

"Sword?" Neville was stunned for a moment, his hand was empty, where did the sword come from?

It's a pity that Gryffindor didn't seem to care much about his doubts, he bent down, kicked back, swung his sword, and slashed!

A set of movements is smooth and smooth, and when Neville feels his eyes start to fly into the air, and he can see his headless body, he is dead.

"Huh~huh~"

Neville's face was pale, and he was panting heavily. In front of him, Gryffindor was still standing there with a long sword in his hand.

"Stop talking nonsense, raise your sword, let's start a duel that belongs to Gryffindor!"

"No, wait~"

The gaze continued to rotate, and Godric Gryffindor stood in front of him again holding the long sword, and the ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt was shining brightly.

"Damn!" Neville, who has always been very honest and honest, seldom swears. He knows that he may have fallen into a special illusion, repeating a certain fixed process.

"Stop talking nonsense, raise your sword, let's start a duel that belongs to Gryffindor!"

This time, Neville didn't say anything more, he just recalled the fighting skills that Clark taught him, and his eyes were fixed on Gryffindor's footsteps.

see!

At the moment when Gryffindor stepped on it, Neville dodged and rolled to his left, but the long sword that had been cut across fell down very naturally, like a swift in early spring, skimming the lake lightly, with the tip of its tail Leave a trail of ripples behind.

Then, Neville was indeed not decapitated anymore, because his body had been split in two, and his intestines were spilled all over the floor.

"Without further ado……"

The next scene can be described as a one-sided massacre.

Neville didn't know how many times he had died. Anyway, every time he evaded, it just added a different way of death to him.

He even thought about giving up and begging for mercy. After all, it was really embarrassing for an unarmed twelve-year-old boy to face one of the greatest wizards thousands of years ago.

But for some reason, the words of begging for mercy reached his lips, but he couldn't say it.

Neville suddenly thought of his parents who were still lying in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic, the men of the Longbottom family, how could they give up easily?

The power of courage began to linger in his heart, and the repeated deaths did not break him, but made him more calm and calm.

In the end, he even had the mood to try the sword with his own body, trying to learn Gryffindor's sword skills.

When he could stare at the sword that Gryffindor swung over without blinking, savoring the time when his muscles were cut open and his hard bones collided with the blade.

He knew that there was nothing worth continuing to experience in this experience.

Gryffindor held the sword again and stood it upright in front of him. The bright sword body reflected the surrounding white light, and the ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt was shining brightly.

"Stop talking nonsense, raise your sword, let's start a duel that belongs to Gryffindor!"

"as you wish!"

Bend down, kick back, swing the sword, chop!

The two figures charged face to face. The movements of both sides seemed to be printed in the same mold, but Gryffindor's sword was in his hand. Where was Neville's sword?

His sword is in his heart!

Infinite courage filled his chest, his beating heart was like a hammer, and his scorching blood was like magma.

They forged that courage, melted justice, mixed with determination and courage, wrapped with anger and boldness, and finally forged into a sword.

A sword of fearless heroes.

"Clang!"

A long sound of metal clashing sounded in the white space, and Godric Gryffindor showed a bright smile on his face for the first time.

The sword in his hand was broken, but he knew that the sword that represented the spirit of Gryffindor had been reconnected after a thousand years.

The two men who inherited the same spirit looked at each other and smiled without words or farewell.

In the collision of sword and sword, they have already understood each other's will, maybe this is the way of communication between men.

With the end of the inheritance, the surrounding white space began to collapse a little bit. Neville held his own 'Gryffindor' sword in his hand, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the secret room.

The surrounding environment remained the same, and the sharp Gryffindor sword was still in his hand, but this time, his feeling was completely different.

A sense of blood connection connects Neville and the sword in his hand, making them breathe together and share fate.

The crisp and pleasant system prompt sounded in Clark's ears at the same time. Unexpectedly, it was he who received the message when Neville changed jobs.

【Ding! Congratulations, your follower has successfully passed the test and obtained a new advanced profession - Arcane Knight]

【Ding! Your followers have gained new professional skills: "Riding" 10 (Charisma), "Spell Identification" 11 (Intelligence), "Concentration" 11 (Intelligence), "Provocation" 10 (Charisma)]

【Ding! Your follower has gained 11 (intelligence) skill points]

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