It's a fight without suspense.
Neville's talent is relatively poor among all the students at Hogwarts.
Not to mention that compared to Harry or Hermione, even Ron is stronger than Neville.
In addition, now facing his grandma, Neville's performance is even worse.
Soon, Augusta beat Neville to the ground, with several curses on his body, snot and tears flowing together.
"Neville! Look at you now. Your parents are elite Aurors. Why can't you even master a Disarming Charm!"
Sweeping away a spell, Augusta taught his grandson physically and launched a verbal attack.
She was getting increasingly angry seeing Neville, who had been beaten so badly.
Ever since he was a child, Neville has disobeyed her so much. He humiliated the Longbottom family in front of hundreds of thousands of wizards.
Augusta, who knew it would only be more embarrassing to fight, raised his hand with a Disarming Charm to defeat Neville completely and end this farce.
To her surprise, the wand was not out of Neville's grasp but was desperately held in his hand.
Wiping away a handful of tears that were shed involuntarily, Neville turned back to see Alvin's expressionless face, and his heart sank.
He's done so badly. Who would want to help such a waste?
Augusta rereleased the Disarming Charm, and Neville rolled over to dodge the attack, shouting piercingly.
"Confringo!"
A crimson fireball shot out from the top of the wand, rapidly expanding to a diameter of nearly one meter.
Augusta did not expect Neville to use the Blasting Curse and never thought Neville would use this spell to attack herself.
The Shield Charm that was placed off guard could not resist the powerful fireball at all, and it only lasted for a second before being shattered.
However, this also bought her time and a sideways pass with the fireball, but her sheepskin coat was rubbed, and a small flame was ignited.
Augusta hurriedly used the Aguamenti Charm to put out the flames.
"You can actually use the Blasting Curse?"
The words were full of inconceivably. Augusta knew his grandson. He can't even use the Disarming Charm. How could he suddenly learn this high-level magic?
Neville scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "This is what my good friend Seamus taught me. He is very gifted with this kind of magic."
Alvin almost laughed out loud when he heard it. Seamus had some talent, and he just filled up the explosive talent.
No matter what kind of magic spell is placed on his hand, it can have an explosive effect.
Just a blasting genius.
Augusta snorted coldly, did not speak again, and relaunched an attack.
It's just that she took a lot of seriousness this time, and the spell's power became much stronger. Soon Neville was covered in bruises.
She has decided to teach Neville a lesson and let him know her authority.
Whoosh!
At this moment, the Sorting Hat flew out of Snape's hands uncontrollably, screaming as it flew.
"What's the matter?! How do I feel like something's coming out of my stomach? What the hell did you do to me, Godric!"
"I'm just a hat!"
Seeing the hat that suddenly fell into his hand, Neville was also a little confused, feeling that his hand sank, and he slowly pulled out Sword of Gryffindor.
Seeing this, Dumbledore's eyes widened.
Alvin smiled, and Neville didn't disappoint him.
His tenacity will move the Sword of Gryffindor, and it would take the initiative to show up to help him.
The function and power of the Sword of Gryffindor were sent into Neville through magic, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Augusta only thought that this was an ordinary sword and did not take it to heart.
However, the facts are often unexpected.
Facing Augusta's spell, Neville swung the Sword of Gryffindor and slashed directly.
Holding the sword on the left and the wand on the right, his confidence also increased significantly, and he launched a counterattack for the first time.
Relying on the powerful magic-breaking effect of the Sword of Gryffindor, Neville briefly gained the upper hand.
It is a pity that his strength is limited. Even if he has an advantage in equipment, he is definitely not his grandmother's opponent.
"We admit defeat in this game!"
When Alvin got the result he wanted, he no longer made Neville suffer. With a wave of his hand, the Shield Charm protected Neville.
"Headmaster, I can still fight!"
Neville was anxious and wanted to say something but was interrupted by Alvin. "It's enough, Neville. You have fully proved yourself."
"When today's business ends, I'll go to St. Mungo's."
Seeing Neville covered in injuries, he asked Lily to take Neville away for good treatment.
After doing this, Alvin looked at Dumbledore. "Professor, we lost this game."
Dumbledore's mouth curled into a wry smile. This is not even a loss. It is a huge profit for a student to draw Sword of Gryffindor.
He never thought that Neville, who had always been inconspicuous, could achieve such a step.
Snape stepped out and was about to step forward when Alvin stopped him.
"What are you doing?"
"Go to battle."
"Who said the fourth game needs your shot?"
The two stared at each other, and Snape was at a loss.
Who else is more suitable for him now? Is it Flitwick?
At this time, Grindelwald smiled sullenly. "Let me do this. Newt, we are old rivals. Why don't we have good communication?"
Newt, who was stared at by Grindelwald, felt a little numb and subconsciously hid behind his wife.
Dumbledore couldn't sit still. "Gellert, don't meddle in the internal affairs of our Hogwarts at this time."
If Grindelwald gets involved, no matter how strong he is, he can't deal with the two of them.
"Albus, why continue to be stubborn? You are over. It's good for everyone to admit defeat now."
Grindelwald was bitter, and he didn't want the worst to happen.
"You two stop flirting." Alvin waved his hand, motioning to Grindelwald to stop talking.
"I have already chosen the candidate for the fourth game."
After speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the familiar fire light appeared. Fury appeared with a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old blond girl in front of the world.
"Ariana, I'll leave it to you next!"