"Actually, this couldn't really count as absolute Wandless Magic. After all, I couldn't manage this with other spells yet."
"I was just more familiar with the Summoning Spell. I'd only practiced it no fewer than a thousand times."
He casually offered an explanation, not particularly concerned with whether Hermione and the others believed him.
After all, who could really verify whether he had practiced a spell thousands of times before becoming able to cast it wandlessly for a specific spell?
If he said he had, then naturally he had!
"A thousand times?" Hermione blinked and silently committed that detail to memory.
She wanted to go back and try repeatedly practicing a spell a thousand times too!
Maybe then she could cast wandlessly just like Dylan!
That was Wandless Magic!
Even many adult wizards couldn't do that!
"But Neville, you really should be braver and stand up to Malfoy." Ron looked at Neville.
"Yeah, if Dylan hadn't happened to pass by today, he'd have messed with you again!" Seamus nodded in agreement.
Harry looked at the two of them, then at Neville, blinking twice. "They're right."
Neville puffed out his cheeks. "Hmph, I've almost finished growing the Flame Thorns. When the time comes, I'll hand it back to Professor Sprout and try to get a Mandrake seed!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow, her mouth falling open slightly. "What are you planning to do? Neville, even if you're a young wizard, you'll still be punished by the Ministry of Magic for murder!"
Neville glanced at Hermione. "I won't grow the Mandrake to maturity. When it has just sprouted and its poison isn't very potent yet, I'll cut off a piece of its stem and leaves and throw it into Malfoy's bread!"
"Then he'll vomit for an entire day!"
Harry, Ron, and the others