civilwarnovels Chapter 437 Opponents
Chapter 437 Opponents
Chapter 437 Opponents
It's a finger, and it's also a wand.
from his father.
Crouch feels great now.
He is not unarmed, and he can still feel that the "magic wand" with a different shape in his hand is full of power.
They are much stronger than the few magic wands I used before—whether they were bought in school, or those of my so-called biological father, or Moody's.
The real father is fighting alongside himself.
His eyes lingered, and he turned from his index finger to the person opposite.
The former little chubby man is now a well-known strong man in Gryffindor. He is just over 1.8 meters tall, half a head taller than Barty Crouch Jr.
"Crouch." Neville took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.
With his wand in one hand and his steel sword in the other, he spoke his name.
This was a nightmare he could never let go of in his life.
Even in the first and second grades, I hadn't built up my confidence yet, and I had to rely on memory balls to keep myself from forgetting anything.
But Bellatrix Lestrange, Barty Crouch, these two names, no matter what, they will never forget them.
"I have already killed Lestrange." He said, his tone became more and more calm, as if explaining an established fact, "and you too."
"Longbottom." Crouch grinned, "You really look like your father."
He raised his index finger, which was like an extended part of his own body.
"Will you look like him when you howl?"
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
The spell was cast and shot at him.
Neville turned sideways, waved his wand, and a few seeds slipped from his hand and fluttered to the ground.
Use your feet.
He rushed towards the person he hated deeply.
Crouch waved his wand: "Your father was as heroic as you."
"That's it, don't hesitate to rush like me."
"He wants to protect his family, but unfortunately, he doesn't have that ability."
"Is he okay now?"
The magic spell he cast was somewhat beyond Crouch's expectations. He didn't even say the spell. He just wanted to raise a cloud of snow and dust to interfere with Neville's vision.
but.
The waves of snow surged towards Longbottom.
Startled him all.
Unparalleled power.
in the snow.
Crouch estimated the trajectory of Neville's charge, and uttered the spell, and the Cruciatus Curse was shot in the snow.
But Kong Luoluo missed.
Howling wind——
Crouch chanted aloud: "Armor protects you!"
The spell is in time.
Right on the invisible armor, a sword suddenly cut from behind him, clanging and sparks flying.
"Back the enemy three feet!"
Neville's voice was low, the wand was pressed against the armor, and the strong magic power burst out. With a bang, Crouch was overturned. It seemed that he was knocked into the air, and flew to the position where he was standing just now.
"Grow up fast!"
He flicked his wand again.
The few seeds dropped just now developed and grew in an instant, holding Crouch in mid-air.
It is dragon claw vine.
The most dangerous magical plant that Neville can come into contact with.
Its branches are thick, bracken-like twists and turns, and the three main trunks bind Crouch tightly like dragon claws-hence its name.
The viscous liquid slid down and scoffed, and Crouch's clothes were visibly corroded by the naked eye.
Crouch was surprised.
This kind of combat thinking and experience is not at the level that a young wizard in school should have.
Neville looked at him coldly, his hands kept moving, he waved his wand, and made preparations.
He was already familiar with fighting in poor visibility conditions.
As the only wizard whose fighting style is more like Harry's, Neville has always been a very troublesome opponent.
The battle between him and Hermione has won and lost.
As long as Hermione can suppress Neville with a spell at the beginning, then she will win, on the contrary, as long as she is approached by Neville within five steps, then Neville will win.
And Ron is a typical Gryffindor.
Her knowledge is not as extensive as Hermione's. The spells she has mastered and her combat thinking are all at a fairly satisfactory level. Among the students and even among the Aurors, they are all at the top level, but they are not enough in front of Neville and Hermione. look.
catch up?
Ron wasn't like the two of them, nor was he very motivated.
So he thought of a method, since I can't beat you head-on, then I'll drag you to the same condition as myself, and then use my rich experience to defeat you.
Cloud and Fog Curse, Weasley Brothers Laughing Prank Toys
Make a mess of the environment.
This method is indeed useful. At the beginning, those people suffered a lot, but now they have begun to adapt and deal with this situation proficiently.
Crouch was tied up by the dragon claw vine, but he didn't panic at all. He tilted his head and looked at Neville: "I remember Potter's little girlfriend, who got twelve "O"s in the owls exam?"
Neville didn't answer.
"But do you know?" The dragon claw vine wrapped him tighter, and Crouch maintained a flat and gentle tone, "Before her, there were two people in Hogwarts, and they also got twelve." O'."
"One of my fathers."
"One is me who is almost exactly like my father."
Speaking of this, Crouch paused: "Do you know what this means?"
"The little tricks I learned from Hogwarts can't handle me at all."
snap --
There was a crisp finger snap.
The dragon claw vine froze suddenly. Like most magical vine plants, it was afraid of flames.But it is different from the devil vine's habit of being afraid of flames that don't have much temperature, but relatively speaking, it is more fire-resistant and requires a more violent flame to subdue this plant.
The black Fiendfire surged out.
The Dragon Claw Vine pulled back the rope and dropped the food that had already been eaten in his mouth.
Crouch landed lightly, with even more surprise in his eyes.
Even though he had just escaped from detention, his body felt terrible stiffness.
But in his whole life, there has never been a day as beautiful as it is now.
He looked down at his father's index finger in his hand.
Power comes from it.
It tastes good, the real son inherits the real father.
He raised his hand and even felt the magic power outside of his body - this is a realm that his father would mention for a long time, where will dominates the world.
"Longbottom." Crouch raised his head gracefully and raised his wand high, imitating Voldemort. "Are you ready to feel what your parents used to feel?"
He raised it lightly, and the wind and snow blew up.
The entire Quidditch pitch was shrouded in a strong and turbulent ice and snow storm.
On the Black Lake.
Sprout and McGonagall stared at the place where the flames had just disappeared, then turned their heads back toward the Quidditch pitch.
Neville!
If Harry was their proudest and most assured student, then Neville was their favorite and most distressed child.
Harry is so mature that they already treat him as an equal.
But Neville was different, he was still a student.
In the first and second grades, a poor little one, whose parents were comrades in the Order of the Phoenix, was tortured into St. Mungo's by Death Eaters, and then slowly grew up, began to muster up courage, and cheer up.
Smart, gentle and brave.
Sometimes McGonagall wondered why he was more like Hufflepuff, so why did he get mixed up with a group of lawless lion cubs.
Now Neville and Crouch were teleported away.
They worry.
Without thinking, McGonagall turned into a tabby cat, and Sprout ran there.
"No, Minerva, Pomona." Dumbledore stopped them, and said while guarding against Voldemort, "Now I need your help."
Sprout looked back. "Albus, what are you talking about?"
"Navita"
Dumbledore said softly, "Trust Neville."
"That's my opinion, and Harry's."
McGonagall and Sprout stopped.
Voldemort sneered: "I have to say, this will be the stupidest decision you and Potter have ever made."
Dumbledore shook his head: "Really?"
"Harry said that Neville had been preparing for this day for a long time. Before that, he had already personally eliminated Lestrange."
These words could not shake Voldemort's heart.
But let McGonagall and Sprout calm down a little.
Dumbledore continued: "Minerva, you take Pomona and the others to stabilize the magic at Hogwarts."
"Especially Lock Shadow Lock Shape."
The two of them nodded and went to the castle.
Voldemort remained motionless, frowning slightly. He looked in the direction of the Quidditch pitch. Although he had never been a member of the Quidditch team, he was no stranger to it. The wind and frost had just rolled up there.
He flicked his wand and flew there.
Dumbledore spoke the spell.
The ice surged up, erecting a tall wall, blocking his way.
"Tom, that's about Neville and Crouch Jr." Dumbledore said seriously, "You'd better stay here and stay with me."
The confrontation started again.
Geralt would occasionally throw a sniper attack when he was caught off guard, but with little effect.
It is difficult for guns to pose any effective threat to such powerful wizards, especially when they are already on guard.
But this kind of interference is bound to distract Voldemort.
This didn't create much of an advantage for Dumbledore, but it was enough to drag him down and make it difficult for Voldemort to make his way to the Quidditch pitch.
Voldemort also tried to forcibly use magic to destroy the spell, and the apparition passed, but McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout stabilized the spell in the castle, making it difficult for him to fight Dumbledore. Time to do it.
To whom does the Patronus Charm deliver the message?
Even if Harry is in another world at this moment, he can't be sure that Dumbledore really has no way to pass the news.
Hold steady.
Familiarize yourself with the body, add some gadgets that you still lack, such as magic wands, and then deal with them.
Voldemort confirmed his thoughts and flew out of the castle.
Dumbledore gave chase.
There was no other harassment, and with the cooperation of the three professors, Hogwarts gradually recovered.
On the Quidditch pitch.
The wind and snow were still fierce, and Crouch stood where he was, laughing loudly and waving his index finger.
The Cruciatus Curse was shot again and again, and was shot by him.
"Longbottom, you don't like to talk big, what about people now? Why are you just running away like a mouse!"
(End of this chapter)