"You're angry, Neville. Aren't you going to do something?"
Voldemort's words were full of encouragement as he tempted Neville like a devil.
"I... I can?" Neville asked timidly.
"Of course you can, Neville. I'll let you control the body for now."
As Voldemort spoke, he willingly withdrew into the depths of Neville's soul, allowing Neville to take control of the body again.
"Ah."
Neville was a little slow to react. During the handoff, he nearly fell flat on his backside.
"Ha ha ha! Neville, are you going to kneel before me?" Ron said, walking over with a few Hufflepuff underlings.
Deep in Neville's soul, Voldemort studied the group, trying to work out what had caused Ron to change:
With no know-it-all to teach him, no friends to keep him company, and Draco's constant entourage to rub it in.
So he'd found himself a bunch of Hufflepuff underlings?
"Ron, give me back my sword." Having gotten control of his body, Neville spoke up loudly.
"Oh, ho ho ho! Is this supposed to be a sword?"
Ron laughed so hard he bent backward, then drew the sword with a sharp shing.
"This is contraband. We'll hand it over to Mr. Filch."
"If we do that, will the Forgetting Charm patient start crying?"
"Isn't he so good at fighting? Let him fight Filch. They're both so annoying anyway."
"Ha ha ha~~~"
The group jeered at Neville without restraint. Students who had come to watch gathered around, pointing and whispering.
Neville shifted uncomfortably and lowered his head in humiliation. He still didn't dare charge at them.
"Ron, give Neville back his sword."
The crowd parted, and Draco stepped in, addressing Ron.
"Oh, Young Malfoy's here. Prefect without a badge, aren't you sticking your nose in a bit too much?"
Ron didn't bother to hide