Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Neville's eyes were fixed on the brown steps below, his pupils were bloodshot. At this moment, the only thing that could remind him not to feel sleepy was his own heavy breathing.

As time passed, some inexplicable sense of oppression gradually grew in my heart.

What was he going to do? Why hasn't he come yet?

Does he know I'm here?

Various thoughts kept popping up in his mind, and then - an old angry face would suddenly appear, using curses to stabilize the only measures he could take now.

wait!

This is the only thing he can do, use a terrain that he is slightly familiar with to add those slight chances of victory for himself.

Then, Neville heard a creaking sound, which was the friction sound produced by the cracks in the old loose floorboards under stress.

The sound came softly and quickly, and he had just caught a little bit of it. Just as Neville was about to make a move, raise his wand, and lean forward to catch the person coming, the sound suddenly stopped.

Neville quickly stepped forward, leaned forward, and looked down!

Empty.

At least, there was no one on the stairs.

At the same time, the audience outside the stadium had a clearer picture of the battle situation.

Harry was standing directly below Neville.

In fact, Neville only had to take two more steps down the steps to bring his vision to a position where he could see the corridor on the third floor.

Then he could see Harry.

And similarly, Harry raised his wand without hesitation!

"Thunderbolt explosion——"

The next moment, the entire corridor above his head exploded, and what sounded together with the explosion was Harry's figure suddenly dodging away!

Along with the rubble and broken floor planks, there was a round figure.

It's time to end.

On the floor of the corridor on the third floor, the bound green vines twisted like monsters that prey on people.

However, maybe Neville reacted quickly enough, or maybe it was his own subconscious action.

"The house collapsed and the ground collapsed——"

The corridor on the third floor exploded again.

boom--

He got his somewhat chubby body and rolled straight down to the corridor on the second floor.

"Neville, are you okay?!" Harry stepped forward quickly and looked down through the huge pit, only to see Neville running away with one foot sloping up.

"this!!"

Suddenly, Harry's breathing stopped involuntarily.

Such an action may look a little embarrassing in appearance.

But Harry was deeply impressed and impressed.

There is even a feeling of finding someone of the same kind.

Neville...has he also gone through that kind of training to live with pain? !

Then he quickly pulled his wand back.

The subtle movement was not known to the audience outside the venue. His fingers were flying, but in the blink of an eye, the wand in his hand had been replaced by another one!

In this case, he should also show corresponding respect! !

Then, turned around and left——

Off the field, there were some sighs in the Gryffindor field.

Because they could clearly see that under the skeleton on the floor, Neville was lying half on the ground, his mouth wide open, trying to suppress his breathing as much as possible.

At the same time, he was holding up his wand, ready to go.

Compared with this incident, what kind of turbulence in the internal organs, what kind of injuries to the legs and feet that are deep into the bones.

Just look at it!

"Ah! Why doesn't Harry go down directly? What a pity!"

"Oh my God, Potter is so cautious. Is he afraid of Longbottom?!"

"Longbottom...this guy actually...didn't cry?!"

"Is this still the Neville I know?!"

"Beautiful Harry, this is what we Slytherins should be like, always keeping a clear mind! Let's see how long Longbottom can resist, it will wear him to death!"

At the same time, Neville's face flushed when he saw that there was no sound above him, and he had no choice but to change positions quickly.

Then, he slowly pushed open a door, staggered into the room opposite this room, and then closed the door!

At the same time, Harry jumped from the third floor, and the floating spell hit him, and he returned to the first floor!

After a while, he quickly returned to the second floor again.

Unfortunately, he originally wanted to catch Neville off guard here, but now it seems... he has no intention of continuing to escape.

Instead, choose to stay on the second floor again? Then Harry noticed the open door.

Harry walked over quickly, intertwined his fingers, and a ball of light appeared in his hands!

Then, he clung to the wall and suddenly threw the ball of light in a perfect arc towards the door.

Neville never imagined that the Lumos Spell could be used in this way! He felt that his eyes were completely white, and his whole eyes were stinging, so he had to close them instinctively.

But the magic spell on his hand had already been swung towards Harry's position outside the door in the last image.

"The house collapsed and the ground collapsed——"

"Armor protection—Expelliarmus—"

The next moment, Neville only felt that a violent explosion occurred in front of him, right in front of him.

This is...my spell was blocked by the door and exploded in advance? !

Or, Harry already knew I was squatting here? !

Looking at the fragments of the wooden door scattered on the ground, and Neville flying upside down and lying on the ground, Harry rubbed his wrist and took back his wand.

"The game is over!! Harry Potter wins!! How did he know Longbottom was hiding in the house opposite him?!

And that exquisite iron armor spell, which perfectly deflected Longbottom's spell! ! "

Suddenly, the stadium erupted in cheers.

"Stimulate!!"

"A shady secret, there is a shady secret! Otherwise, how could he know that Longbottom was squatting in the closed room opposite him!!"

At the same time, in the arena, the surrounding environment was fading, and the floor beneath the two men was constantly shaking.

Neville also has the same problem as outside.

"How...how did you know." He lay on the ground, out of breath.

"There is something on the door handle." Harry explained: whether it is a push-down door handle or a twist-type door handle.

As long as you carefully place a scrap of paper or a piece of hair on the handle, you can use them to determine whether the door has been opened or closed in the future! "

"I..." Neville never expected that Harry would even include this.

"You...even know this?"

He felt the gap again! I felt it clearly, instead of being confused like before.

"A little trick I saw in my cousin's superhero comic book during the holidays." Harry smiled.

"Okay." Neville was lying on the ground, feeling pain all over his body!

"I really...the teacher obviously said so much." Thinking about it, he couldn't help covering his face with his hands and biting his lower lip.

What the teacher said the most was actually...don't cry!

But now, he really can't suppress himself!

So stupid...I am really stupid.

A light step on the third floor deceived him into revealing the position where he had been squatting for more than ten minutes.

When he fell, he couldn't help but cast spells randomly, breaking one of his legs and leaving no way to escape.

He was obviously guarding the other party in a place that others had searched, but he didn't even recognize the thing on the door handle - it wasn't some weird spell, it was just a trick from a comic book! !

As expected... I'm still so useless.

"Neville, you have tried your best." Harry said seriously: "You are a respectable opponent."

Neville didn't answer him, just covered his face and sobbed.

In his mind, Grindelwald's voice kept echoing.

Those scoldings when teaching oneself spells and when sparring with oneself!

Or it can be an encouragement to help you heal your injuries with a superb recovery spell, or to help you solve difficult spell casting problems!

He just murmured in a low and trembling voice: "Whether you scold me or encourage me...it's still the same...

As expected, the only thing I am successful and good at is disappointing people who are good to me! "