Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Are you ready, Neville?"

At night, in the Gryffindor dormitory filled with warm air, a duel was going on.

The four-poster beds, tables, chairs and benches in the dormitory were all moved to the walls, leaving an open space in the middle of the dormitory.

Seamus, Dean, and Ron all stood at their desks against the wall, staring with interest at Neville and Harry in the middle of the room.

Harry and Neville were standing twenty feet apart, one holding a staff and the other holding a sword, facing each other with stern expressions.

Strictly speaking, this cannot be considered a duel. It would be more appropriate to call it practice.

Students in physical education classes are not allowed to duel with wands privately. This is an iron rule set by Professor Brian.

However, Neville, who won a good battle for Hogwarts, still won some privileges from Professor Brain.

He begged Professor Brain to agree to have someone practice with him so that he could master his 'special wand' as quickly as possible.

After careful consideration, Amosta agreed to Neville's request.

However, he also set rules for Neville. During practice, both parties can only choose to attack or defend unilaterally and cannot attack each other. This is conducive to risk control.

As for the sparring partner, Amos and Neville have decided on Harry.

The reason for making this decision is simple, Harry and Neville are both students of physical education, they live in the same dormitory, they have a very good relationship with each other, they know how to behave themselves, and won't get angry over small accidents.

Another purpose of choosing a fixed sparring partner for Neville is to prevent Neville from causing trouble in the castle under the guise of practice.

As a result, Neville and Harry's sparring almost became a "must-listen track" for Gryffindor students after nightfall.

Before the scheduled rest time every night, the little wizards of Gryffindor would always clamor for Neville and Harry to give everyone a show in the common room.

The two energetic people themselves are also addicted to this competition.

Therefore, on the Monday after Neville demonstrated his 'new tactics' in the Great Hall, they would do some light exercise even when they returned to the dormitory.

breathe.
Neville took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, lowering his body slightly, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Harry's eyes, shoulders, wrists and other parts.

"Come on, Harry, I'm ready!"

Neville held the sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword resting on the ground at his side, his eyes full of rage.

Hearing this, Harry's mouth curled up, and his green eyes sparkled with excitement.

This is not a formal duel, so there are not so many feints and momentum confrontations.

call out!
The moment Neville finished his words, Harry's half-raised arm suddenly thrust forward, and with a gentle swing of his wrist, a ray of extremely brilliant red light as thick as a child's wrist shot out in a flash. The strong wind caused by it blew the curtains of the four-poster bed rustling!

Dean and Seamus both gasped when they felt the power of the Disarming Charm. Even Ron, who was already following the training, turned pale. He didn't even dare to guarantee that if he cast the Shield Charm, he could block Harry's powerful spell.

However, Neville was different.

Although Harry's attack was fierce and swift, Neville still caught Harry's movement. He knew that what was about to hit him was the Disarming Spell that Harry was best at.

Swish!
But Neville exerted force from his waist, and the sword tip drew a crescent-shaped silver light in the dark air and accurately hit Harry's disarming spell.

boom--
After a slight explosion, the red light of the disarming spell shattered into beautiful red stars in the sky.

Crisp and beautiful!
Everyone watching the fight in the dormitory, including Harry who took the initiative, felt this way in their hearts.

However, Harry did not give up. It was expected that Neville could block the spell. At the moment when the disarming spell was defeated, Harry swung his wrist again. The breeze caused by the exciting magic power blew his hair, making his increasingly mature face look even more energetic!
Phew! Phew!

This time, two red lights left the tip of Harry's wand, and the cursed light was wrapped in a shrill electric cord.

Neville was horrified when he saw this.

During the days of sparring, he had been hit by Harry's unique disarming spell. It was a very uncomfortable feeling. Once hit, not only would one be disarmed, but the whole person would also fall into a state of numbness like an electric shock, and it would take a long rest to relieve the pain.

It can be said that once you are infected, you will completely lose your ability to resist.

Two beams of cursed light left the tip of Harry's wand, but were still under Harry's control. One of them flew straight towards Neville's face in a slightly erratic trajectory, while the other drew a very curved semicircle in the air and went around Neville's side.

Facing Harry's sharp attack, this time, Neville did not choose to wait there. He stepped forward quickly and smashed the oncoming red light with the force of his sword. Then, without any pause, he turned around, raised his sword into the air, and prepared to suppress the second attack.

Neville responded beautifully. Ron, Dean and Seamus all thought that Harry's offensive was doomed to fail. However -
As his sword was raised at a high speed, Neville glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye. The faint smirk on Harry's lips made Neville's heart tremble.

"Armor protection!"

Neville, who was preparing to break the curse with the sword, exerted force on his wrist, and the upward sword tip was retracted. Neville held the sword in front of him and let out a clear shout!
And just at the moment when the invisible magic barrier was deployed, the red light coming from the side suddenly split, attacking Neville from the left and right.

Neville was terrified. If he hadn't figured it out in time, Harry's brilliant move would have brought him down. But now -
Pop, pop!

The two red lights hit Neville's powerful armor spell almost at the same time and were extinguished, turning into stars.

"Hey!" Neville made a cool sword move and looked at Harry with a smile.
"Is there no way to go?"

"Oh, I still have a lot of tricks up my sleeve, Neville!"

Harry retracted his posture and tapped the back of his neck with his wand, grinning as the three people watching the match applauded enthusiastically.

Well, after a bedtime exercise of just the right intensity, the four of them once again observed and admired Neville's strange weapons, and then fell asleep contentedly.

The heat at the beginning of sleep gradually disappeared as the bright moon in the sky moved to the other side of the castle.

In the second half of the night, the breeze that blew over from the forbidden forest and rushed into the dormitory through the open window was already a little cool.

Harry, who was sleeping soundly, unconsciously picked up the quilt that he had kicked aside and hugged it tightly in his arms. He turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

"Hey, Pott!"

Suddenly, Harry, who was sleeping, vaguely heard someone calling him, and felt someone seemed to be pulling the quilt in his arms. He hesitated impatiently and buried his head in the quilt.

"Hello, hello, hello--"

But the sound did not disappear. Instead, it kept lingering in his ears, and the movement of pulling his quilt became louder.

"Well--"

Harry's hazy consciousness gradually returned to clarity. He groaned twice in annoyance, but still rubbed his eyes.

"Is class already in session, Ron?"

Harry mumbled incoherently.

"Dobby is sorry to disturb Harry Pott's rest, but Dobby has something for Harry Pott."

Harry covered his eyes with his arms and quietly analyzed this sentence in his still confused mind.
"More than?!"

After about a few dozen seconds, Harry suddenly sat up from the bed. With the moonlight shining into the room, he indeed found two small black shadows beside his bed!

Harry hurriedly reached for his glasses and squinted his eyes to look at it anxiously.
"Oh, Dobby. And Winky?!"

Harry cried out in surprise, but the dark room and the impatient humming coming from the other beds made Harry realize that it was still dark. He immediately lowered his voice and asked in astonishment,

"Dobby, Winky, what's the matter with you guys coming to see me in the middle of the night?"

Seeing that Harry Potter didn't get angry for being woken up, Dobby finally put his uneasy heart at ease.

The two elves looked at each other beside Harry's bed, but they tacitly moved aside, leaving a pile of boxes exposed to Harry's eyes.
(End of this chapter)