Fred clicked his tongue in amazement. "Oh! It suddenly got so much more spacious!"
George looked around. "Yeah! It feels almost as big as the Quidditch Pitch!"
"Speaking of the Quidditch Pitch..." Fred looked at Vizet. "It wouldn't make sense without a Referee, would it?"
Vizet nodded in understanding. "Then I'll be the Referee!"
Fred clapped his hands hard. "Then it's settled!"
George patted Neville on the shoulder. "Neville, since Vizet said so, you'd better give it everything you've got!"
"That's right! Don't you dare go easy on us!" Fred had already walked over to the enchanted suit of armor. "George, you take it this time!"
George hurried over to the rack, and with Fred's help, quickly put on the enchanted armor.
The armor covered his entire body. Once George had it on, he was more than ten centimeters taller than before.
He rolled his shoulders first, producing a series of cracking sounds from the joints, then bent his knees and jumped in place a few times.
Once everything was ready, he gave Vizet a thumbs-up. "We can start!"
Seeing George's gesture, Vizet turned to Neville. "Neville, are you ready?"
Neville held his Wand in one hand and a longsword in the other.
At Vizet's question, he immediately closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened them again, his gaze had become resolute. "I'm ready!"
Fred, watching from the sidelines, whistled and shouted at Neville, "Neville, you look so cool! Just like Gryffindor's founder!"
Neville said somewhat sheepishly, "I really did learn a lot from Introduction to Muggle Swordsmanship!"
Hanna tugged at Fred's sleeve. "You should stop distracting him. He finally managed to get into this focused state."
Fred flashed a brilliant smile and let out a suggestive, low-pitched cry. "Oh! I understand! I definitely won't disturb