Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

For the first time, Ron realized that the battle between wizards could be so tragic.

Harry's fights are always graceful.

Walking between the spells, like dancing, killing people without a trace, just such a light sword.

The battle between wizards is not very elegant, dancing around with a small wooden stick, if you are not proficient in the transfiguration spell, and the spell still fails to hit people, it will seem a kind of Lockhart-style funny.

But the duel between Bellatrix and Neville, no, life and death, was just too ugly.

One is a highly skilled dark wizard.

One was taught by Harry.

But there is no beauty in the battle between them.

Bellatrix knew she couldn't survive, even if she could kill Neville, she couldn't escape from here, not to mention Harry was watching there, he wouldn't intervene in the fight, but he would never sit back and watch him take it away. Neville's life, she hardly casts defensive spells on herself, fighting with wounds, fighting with life.

Spells, claws, teeth.

She used every weapon at her disposal.

Neville was as crazy as she was, and the only thing on his mind was "kill her".

half an hour later.

Both fell to the ground.

One arm of Bellatrix was cut off, and a large piece of the other palm was bitten off by Neville, and she couldn't even hold the wand.

Neville was not much better than her, with scars all over his body, his lower abdomen and left leg were twitching non-stop, he forcibly resisted the two Cruciatus curses, and a piece of flesh and blood was gouged out of his right arm.

Unwilling to just fall down like this, he struggled, held the sword in his left hand, staggered and struggled to stand up, leaving two more scars on his body.

His heavy body and excessive blood loss made his eyes black.

One step left a bloody footprint.

"Hey." Neville laughed happily, pulling at the wound, causing him to shed a few tears irresistibly physiologically, "Lestrange, I won."

He raised his right hand and aimed his wand at her.

Lips squirmed.

A "cr" sound stuck in my throat, I miss it, but I can't pronounce it.

Bellatrix didn't even have the strength to taunt him, she just grinned and parted her lips, trying to say something.

Neville hesitated again and again, but still didn't say the spell.

He put down his wand and pulled out the steel sword supporting his body. He staggered and his center of gravity was unstable, but his wrist was steady, and he stabbed the woman in front of her throat without hesitation and with incomparable precision.

With a puff——

And Neville's farewell: "Goodbye, Bellatrix Lestrange."

He pulled out the sword, tried bit by bit, and managed to stabilize his body several times before cutting off the head.

Neville tucked his wand back into his robes, bent down, lifted Bellatrix's head up, lifted it high, and lifted his feet, showing it to Harry, who called out, "Happy Birthday, Harry!"

he finished.

The whole person fell down and hit Bellatrix's body hard.

"Neville!" Ron's face changed, and he was about to turn over on the fence.

Harry grabbed his back by the collar: "Don't be so anxious, Neville is just too tired and his breathing is still steady."

"Is he alright?" Ron looked back.

Harry nodded: "He knows how to protect himself."

As he spoke, he waved his wand lightly, and the arena created by the transformation spell disappeared, turning into rubble and dead branches, and fell back to its original place.

From the sorting hat, a piece of parchment flew out, and a string of words was written on it with a quill.

This is a letter addressed to the Ministry of Magic.

Bellatrix Lestrange, the Death Eater who escaped from Malfoy Manor, met Hogwarts student Neville Longbottom on the way to escape. Due to her desire to kill, she did it, but in the end she was killed by Mr. Longbottom in self-defense.

Heads were crushed.

Wait for Hedwig to come over and take the letter away.

Harry just picked up Neville and led him back to Potter's old house.

The birthday dinner is all ready, just waiting for the two protagonists who are leaving.

Hermione was also dressed up by Yennefer, but she just fine-tuned her hairstyle, changed the style of the skirt, and adjusted a few color schemes, but she suddenly became eye-catching. Tonks kept changing the color of her hair, pulling Hermione and Yennefer, trying to find the color that suits her best.

Squeak—the door was pushed open.

Harry dragged Neville in, Ron following last.

Mrs. Longbottom, who was chatting with Geralt and Sirius on the sofa, changed her face. She stood up in a panic, and hurried over with a posture that is difficult for an elderly person to ask, "Neville? What's going on? What's wrong with him?"

"Neville worked very hard for his birthday present." Harry answered her, smiling slightly, "Don't worry, he's fine, just a little hurt."

Gift?

Mrs. Longbottom frowned and gritted her teeth, a little dissatisfied.

What kind of birthday gift can make my precious grandson suffer such serious injuries!

Obviously, he has always liked Harry.

I also think he is a rare and stable character in Gryffindor, and he is a good boy.

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I brought my grandson over to hold a birthday party together, and even carefully selected a gift, and ended up doing this to my grandson?

She was about to speak angrily.

With a wave of Harry's wand, Neville raised his hand until he passed out. He was still holding on to Bellatrix's hair. This dead head was exposed in Mrs. Longbottom's eyes.

"This is Lestrange?" Madam Longbottom was surprised, and her voice was full of anger, all falling on this head, "It's her!"

She remembered this ugly, ferocious face too much.

The Longbottoms will always remember her.

"Neville did it himself." Harry nodded. "I didn't do anything."

"Neville." Madam Longbottom was taken aback, looking down at her grandson tenderly, "Did he do it?"

She suddenly discovered that her grandson had grown up.

His body had grown much stronger, his mouth was covered with fine down, and his eyes were as strong as his father's.

In the impression.

He is still a little one, who can only hide behind himself and his uncle, and will cry at the slightest movement; he is still reckless and can't even remember little things clearly; , I couldn’t wait to write a letter to myself crying, I almost didn’t become Gryffindor, almost became Hufflepuff’s little crying bag.

"Neville is excellent." Mrs. Longbottom asked softly.

Harry nodded, "Of course."

"Neville is excellent." Ron echoed.

"Thank you, Harry." Mrs. Longbottom spoke again, softly, "Without you"

"Neville is Neville." Harry shook his head. "Shall we wait until he wakes up to celebrate his birthday?"

"Let him sleep well." Mrs. Longbottom shook her head. "The injuries on his body also need to be dealt with. Lestrange's attack was really ruthless."

Ron curled his lips and shook his head with emotion: "Neville is also ruthless."

Several people looked at him.

He shrank his neck: "Of course, this is what it should be, that bad woman Lestrange should be severely punished."

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