Neville's offensive continued. He flicked his wrist sharply, and the longsword left an afterimage before him.
He thrust his Wand and longsword forward. The blade suddenly extended, stabbing straight at George's chest.
Fred's eyelids twitched. "Oh! How was that so fast?"
As a spectator, he could clearly feel that Neville's attack had been even faster than before. He had evidently entered the zone completely.
Neville was not the only one fully in the zone. George had not relaxed in the slightest either.
The moment Neville thrust out his longsword, the Shield Charm's invisible barrier appeared again, standing firmly before him.
The longsword collided with the Shield Charm, sending obvious sparks scattering in every direction. Its tip was knocked upward as well.
Neville had clearly anticipated this. The instant he saw the sparks, he gave his Wand a light flick, and the longsword had already shrunk back to its original size.
The sword, which should have been flung high into the air, only had its tip rise slightly as it returned to its original length.
Seeing this, Vizet praised, "It looks like Neville is close to fully grasping Introduction to Muggle Swordsmanship. He can use magic very well to compensate for the longsword's weaknesses."
Although Neville had adopted the right strategy and handled the issue of the raised sword tip well, George still seized the opportunity.
George raised a hand and gave it a fierce swing. Two silver discs flew out from the gauntlet.
Fred clenched his fist excitedly and shouted, "Did you see that? Those are Fanged Frisbees!"
The Fanged Frisbees whistled through the air. As though alive, they traced two eerie wavy paths through the air, closing in on Neville from both sides.
After throwing the Fanged Frisbees, George did not remain idle. Red light shot out from his