13 Is a Wonderful Number

Neville had been preoccupied ever since boarding the yacht, and he still looked like he was sulking.

Vincent cast a spell to put the yacht on autopilot, then came over to him.

"Want to go outside and get some sea breeze?"

"Uh... okay."

An inland sea was formed when seawater flooded a basin, so the air was highly saline. Staying in it too long would dry out the skin.

"Neville, people are not born equal, but life itself is equal."

Vincent raised a finger and sketched Voldemort's large, noseless face in the air.

"That pickled radish desperately pursued immortality and turned himself into this freak."

The slightly comical face dispersed into a cloud of black mist.

"His soul no longer belongs to him. Even a wandering ghost is countless times better than he is."

Neville stared blankly as the black mist gradually faded away.

"No matter how powerful he is, no matter how invincible he seems, at heart he's still a villain terrified of death."

"Vincent, I... I..."

"You're far braver than he is, Neville."

Hermione, who had been eavesdropping behind the cabin door, let the corner of her mouth lift slightly.

"Can you say his name like I do?"

Neville's eyes instantly reddened. "I can! I can!"

Under Vincent's encouraging gaze, he took a deep breath and shouted that name:

"Voldemort! You're nothing but a villain terrified of death!

"I won't be afraid of you anymore! If you've got the guts, come find me right now!"

The effect was excellent. He shouted so loudly that Vincent's ears rang a little.

"Thank you." Neville panted. "I feel like I'm full of strength now."

"Stay calm until that moment arrives, and turn all the anger you've built up into strength."

He puffed out his chest and wiped away the tears about