Hogwarts Homecoming

Amosta didn't value the Longbottom family's gratitude. He chose to try to save the Longbottoms not to gain Longbottom's gratitude, but because he admired Neville's mellow character, and Frank and Alice were both warlords. The hero of his time, in the end, prompted him to try it.

He didn't need anyone's thanks, because he had received enough rewards from this treatment. He could count the time on his fingers when Voldemort returned to the magical world, and it became increasingly rare to improve his strength.

"So--"

Amosta looked at the Longbottoms with a gentle expression.

"What are your plans next?"

Frank and Alice looked at each other and Frank said,

"Thanks to you and Albus, Alice and I have the opportunity to return to this beautiful world. Therefore, we plan to walk around and see what changes have occurred in the magical world in the ten years we have lost. "Of course, before that, we will follow the doctor's advice and recuperate at St. Mungo's for a period of time, as our bodies cannot immediately adapt to the travel."

"Do you need me to help you, the principal and Professor McGonagall apply for a period of leave, Neville? Spend some time with your parents?"

Amosta looked at Neville and smiled.

"Oh, I'm afraid you won't be able to convince Professor McGonagall to give me a long leave, Professor Blaine,"

Neville shrugged.

"Of course, I can't go back to Hogwarts right now."

It's really different.

Looking at the calm and confident big boy in front of him, even Amosta couldn't help being surprised.

In the past, Neville was always timid every time he talked to him, with a heavy baggage in his heart. But now, he has wiped away the layer of dust on his heart, and shines brightly.

Amosta had a hunch that Neville would surprise everyone later.

"how?"

Amosta asked with admiration in his eyes,

"Any further trouble, Neville?"

"My wand, Professor."

Neville generously revealed the secret he had been hiding,

"I have always used my father's wand, which was requested by my grandma. She hoped that I could inherit my father's talent and bravery, but obviously, my talent cannot match that wand."

Frank ruffled Neville's hair and said with a smile,

"Don't be ridiculous, son. I'm pretty sure you're better than me. It's my wand that's holding you back."

"okay!"

Old Lady Longbottom sounded a little dissatisfied, but she still smiled,

"I apologize to you, Neville. I shouldn't have forced you to use your father's wand because of your wishful thinking. You and your son don't have to beat around the bush and complain about me!"

Amidst the light laughter, Alice took the lead in hugging Mrs. Longbottom, and then the father and son followed suit. Although Mrs. Longbottom looked impatient, she stood still and did not move at all.

"Ah, so that's what it is—"

Amosta chuckled and said,

"When you were practicing magic spells in my spiritual world, I noticed that your spiritual power and magic power were not inferior to other little wizards, but it was always difficult for you to control your magic power. Well, now I finally understand. "

"I bet you're not the only professor who's troubled by my stupidity,"

Neville smiled confidently,

"But I'm sure things will change when I get my new wand."

Frank, Alice, and Mrs. Longbottom were all looking at Neville proudly, but a wonderful idea suddenly flashed in Amosta's mind.

"That's it-"

After thinking for a moment, Amosta looked at the Longbottom family.

"Can I talk to Neville alone?"

Frank and Alice were 'begging' to Neville, wanting to accompany him to buy a new wand. When Amosta said this, the communication was cut off, and the whole family looked at Amosta in confusion.

"It only takes a moment," Amosta added with a smile.

At this time, Amosta definitely did not want to talk to Neville about his grades in school. Although they were confused, the Longbottom family certainly would not refuse Amosta's request. They quickly exited the ward, Liz also closed the door of the ward thoughtfully.

The cozy ward suddenly fell silent. Neville looked at Professor Blaine with curiosity and respect, waiting for his instructions.

"After I just heard that you were planning to change your wand, I suddenly had an idea, Neville."

After pondering, Amosta said slowly,

"You can think that I want you to embark on a path that is more suitable for you, or you can think that I simply want to try it. Oh, I actually just want to try it, because I think you are a good prospect, Neville."

Neville blinked and did not ask, but waited quietly. However, when he saw Professor Blaine take out a sword with a shining silver blade from a cloth bag, Neville There was no way to keep quiet any longer.

Neville's eyes widened and he looked at the sword in astonishment. Of course he wouldn't think that Professor Brain was going to kill him with the sword. There was only one possibility: he was going to give the sword to him!

But why did Professor Brain give himself a sword? What he needs now is a wand instead of... Oh!

The look of surprise on Neville's face became even more serious. He moved his eyes away from the exquisite and beautiful silver sword and looked at Professor Brain. Now, he really needed an explanation.

"You understand, Neville?"

Amosta said appreciatively that Neville was really much sharper than before.

"I just guessed that you planned to give this sword to me."

Neville said frankly,

"But I don't see what I can do with it, Professor, unless you want me to be a knight. Then I still need a horse. Of course, a unicorn will do, but a unicorn is closer to a lady." .”

"Haha, knight?"

Amosta said with a smile,

"That kind of profession has been eliminated by the times. Of course I don't want you to develop in that direction, Neville."

Amosta threw the sword to Neville, who subconsciously caught it.

The moment he took the sword hilt into his hand, a warm feeling flowed from the sword hilt into his palm, giving Neville a faint feeling of blood connection. He swung the silver sword a few times, and surprisingly felt that it was very smooth. But he still didn't understand. .

"I discovered very early that you are physically more talented than other little wizards." Amosta looked more solemn.

"This is not just about your strong physique, but also your excellent reflexes, Neville. This makes it possible for you to realize an ancient and novel dueling method."

Amosta said calmly,

"This sword was forged by goblins using mithril. It is extremely sharp and possesses wonderful magical power.

It can resist the attacks of magic spells. At the same time, it also has the function of a wand and can be used as a medium to cast spells. Of course, using a mithril sword to cast magic will definitely feel different from a wand, and you need to explore this yourself. , I don’t have enough experience to teach you. "

After a pause, Amosta continued,

"I think this sword can bring out your outstanding physical talents. If you can use it skillfully, you can create a unique way of dueling, don't you have magic and martial arts skills?"

Neville nodded hesitantly.

"I can probably understand what you mean, oh, excuse me, where did you get this sword? I mean, well, it's really handy."

"Oh, it's inconvenient to reveal this--"

Amosta smiled and said,

"But I believe that its original owner definitely hopes that this sword will be inherited by a real Gryffindor."