Bella, who also falls into extremes and acts with abandon, and Neville, who struggles with restraint, are very interestingly different.
To use superstitious mythology, one is a devil and the other is a fallen angel.
Well, Muggles won't understand it, and wizards are also anti-superstitious.
After all, wizards are also plagued by superstition. In the past years, they were tied to crosses and burned to death in the name of "servicing the devil for pleasure and gaining evil power." The historical records are not like what some people say today.
Relax - eh, I'm right here
Take a bath in the fire and amuse the Muggles. Oh, just for fun.
Play solid fart.
Even if a wizard falls down, he will still bleed due to friction. There are only a few who can really withstand flames.
Even if you prepare a fire-proof potion in advance, those holding the dung forks still have to give you a chance to drink the potion.
Especially the construction of the modern magic system and the reorganization of the modern magic system, it has almost lifted the mystery of magic.
But a mystery is a mystery after all.
Anton looked at Neville and Bella with interest.
In order to prevent himself from completely degenerating into a dark wizard, Neville, a silly boy, chose the stupidest method - he gave himself some kind of herbal medicine so that he and Bella could feel the same.
In other words, while torturing Bella, Neville was also torturing himself.
Anton clearly remembered Neville's extremely firm eyes and tone just now - I should know what on earth I am doing to others!
very good.
Very little Gryffindor.
He's a man!
Neville raised his little thumb, cursed an idiot, and stayed by the Auror's side helplessly.
At the same time, I waved the wand in my hand slowly, brainwashing the other Death Eaters, and using the Oblivion Curse to change the magic used by the Aurors and myself.
After all, the Forgivable Curse can be put on the table and used.
At the front, I walked next to Rodolphus and looked up at the Death Eater.
That guy must have completely broken free from the influence of white magic when he was in Azkaban, and ended having such positive emotions.
And relying on these, I still can't transform into a little white bear with antlers and easily master some of the little white bear's abilities.
Such as huge strength, such as weak body.
Is there anything less worthy of research than that?
You know, if Neville wanted to improve his defense, he also had to turn his skin into 'dragon skin', so that he would not have a defense comparable to Hagrid.
But that thing still maintains human skin.
"Squirt~"
To be honest, Neville wasn't jealous anymore.
Sure enough, they can look up to anyone. The Death Eaters themselves - not all of them are extremely untalented wizards, and they don't have the background of a pure-blood family, so they can always give themselves some surprises.
Of course, that can be considered an if.
Working behind closed doors is like sharing your knowledge with others, and then you will not be able to see some of the scenery you have seen before.
It became less difficult for Neville to study the achievements that went beyond his own theory.
"The strength of the body..."
Neville licked the corners of his mouth and looked up at the world.
The Auror's move just fell from the sky, but if it were a special wizard, he would have been smashed into meat pies.
"Huh?"
Neville suddenly opened his small eyes and looked at the world in confusion. Oh, of course there is nothing in the world now. But I raised my head and imagined the scene of Auror's 4-meter-high giant werewolf falling from the sky...
"Scrimgeour!"
I finally realized that those officials from the Ministry of Magic who hate making explicit and implicit suggestions were not using the box magic in "The Countercurrent of Giant Things" to imply themselves.
Whether that low-end expulsion spell can deal with missiles is still a matter of debate.
After all, technology is so advanced now, and the Ministry of Magic has no close contact with Muggle officials, so it should be aware of the limitations of the magic spell.
But...
That trick is particularly ineffective when used to deal with werewolves and monsters that are smaller than humans.
Neville could even guess that the less afraid of that giant monster, the better the effect would be!
What's more, Cong Zhao is 4 meters low, and Cong Zhao is more than ten meters low... "What the hell is that a warning?"
"Just a friendly advice to let you know that the Ministry of Magic doesn't have that kind of magic?"
Did my mentor, Mr. Magus, teach you about that stuff?
Neville hates politics, but I hate being pure. What I learned later was based on the advice of young Cong Zhaocui, and I thought it was fun but didn’t wash it off. In the current situation, I really want to do it
Yes I understand.
I also plan to figure it out myself.
Just ask that old fox, Mr. Maggs.
If it is really used to scare myself, that's right, my Anilonal will have to think about it again to see if he is going to do some kind of 'Rat Anilonal', or 'Sniffing Sniff'
Anilonal', or even 'Beetle Anilonal'.
I would like to see if the Ministry of Magic can come up with a version of "The Countercurrent of Small Things".
Neville smacked his mouth, sneezed a few times, and pointed his wand at the sky twice happily.
First, I pressed the wand heavily against Rodolphus's forehead and looked back at my situation.
It was also a problem that was too small. His brain was concussed, his internal organs were ruptured, a few bones were broken, and he was bleeding internally, but his vitality was terrifyingly strong.
My body is rapidly healing itself!
From the perspective of "Grindelwald's Eyes", that guy's soul looks just like this, ordinary, nothing surprising.
But from the perspective of the 'divination bird's eyes', it was completely the same. An extremely strange magical image appeared under me.
Yes, magic images!
You know, whether Neville uses the 'wizard's eyes' or the advanced version of the 'divination bird's eyes', when he observes the wizard, he is a completely broken color block.
Filch, whose soul was opened by Voldemort, and Lockhart and Hannah, who were transformed by Hufflepuff inheritance, it's not just that there are some dark green cracks under the color block.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The guardian beast of the wizard tribe returned to Birmingham, the little white bear. This is also a half-human color block, half-white bear pattern magical image.
But that one is the same.
The whole body is covered with magical images!
Neville had never seen that kind of situation before under magical animals!
The corner of my mouth twitched, "So, when someone else turns into a little white bear, this is the wizard's transformation. He is not transformed, but he himself becomes a magical animal?"
only………
Is that thing really a magical animal?
Neville frowned and shook the wand in his hand, "There is a shadow on the divine blade!"
A sharp eight-centimetre magic edge appeared on the tip of the wand, and passed through Rodolphus's finger. A test tube floated out of the snuff box, and a vial was connected.
In the field of blood, this was Snape's weakness, and Neville planned to ask about it.
At that moment, several huge explosions appeared nearby.
That's the sound that occurs when apparating.
Neville raised his eyebrows and walked slowly behind the Auror, "Bella from the Ministry of Magic is here. He must leave quickly, otherwise we will check the wand and find that he is using the Forgivable Curse."
The Auror raised his head hurriedly, moved his mouth, and revealed a difficult smile that was uglier than crying.
"Neville, you finally... finally..."
Pfft~
Blood flowed out of my mouth, my eyes rolled, and I fell down hastily.
"!!!"
Neville quickly checked and found that it was not just mental exhaustion. I quickly put the Auror's wand into my snuff box, took out a spare wand and stuffed it into the pocket of the Auror's wizard robe.
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With just such a delay, the Bellas slowly completed the encirclement and flew over there on their broomsticks.
The broomsticks used exclusively in Bella's office at the Ministry of Magic are quite slow. Almost every broomstick is just a little slower than a Firebolt, and its speed can reach over 200 kilometers per hour.
It only takes a blink of an eye to fly over.
Neville was about to take the Aurors away using the 'Great Circle Dance Phantom Shuttle' when he suddenly realized, Damn, Anton's memory has not been modified yet.
I hate having tails on my hands.
then………
The chili pepper water used to make barbecue has no new use, and the effect is so good that the tears are flowing down my face.
"Ahhhh..."
"Cong Zhao~~~~He died so miserably~"
"
"You poor Auror~"
"
Neville held the Auror in one hand, and quietly held the wand against Anton's body with the other hand. He performed the Oblivion Curse technique at a slow speed, which was not originally a difficult task.
"He said that Yu admires Cong Zhao. If he wants to become a hero like his parents, he must follow him. It's all your fault, your fault~"
"He is going to die~~~"
The Bellas who landed on the ground looked at the fallen Death Eaters, and looked at the eldest child in Neville's arms in silence. This was the child of the Longbottom family, an old colleague. Of course, the little family was unfamiliar.
.
Now, the child had his head raised, and blood was flowing outside his mouth, dripping down his chin that was slightly less baby-fat.
Gerry looked miserable.
"Neville!"
Scrimgeour looked at me silently, his voice not hoarse, "Longbottom is a heroic family, and that child is also a hero. He...sigh~~"
I raised my head and sighed, saying it was due to the vicissitudes of life.
In the decades of Bella's life, I have never known how to personally carry the bodies of Shaoduo's comrades into coffins, or how to send Bella, who was Shaoduo injured, to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. In the end, each of them was missing arms and legs.