Fred clicked his tongue in amazement. "Whoa! 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 Wizet. "It wouldn't be right without a referee, would it?"
Wizet nodded knowingly. "Then I'll be the referee!"
Fred clapped his hands sharply. "Then it's settled!"
George patted Neville on the shoulder. "Neville, since Wizet said so, you'd better give it everything you've got!"
"That's right! Don't go easy on us!" Fred had already walked over to the suit of enchanted armor. "George, you do it this time!"
George rushed over to the stand in a few quick strides. With Fred's help, he quickly put on the enchanted armor.
The enchanted armor covered the wearer from head to toe. Once George had it on, he was more than ten centimeters taller than before.
He rolled his shoulders first, joints cracking, then bent his knees and hopped in place a few times.
Once everything was ready, he gave Wizet a thumbs-up. "We can start!"
Seeing George's signal, Wizet turned to Neville. "Neville, are you ready?"
At that moment, Neville held a wand in one hand and a longsword in the other.
Hearing Wizet'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!"
Watching from the sidelines, Fred whistled and shouted at Neville, "Neville, you look so cool! Just like Gryffindor's founder!"
A little embarrassed, Neville said, "I really did learn a lot from Introduction to Muggle Swordsmanship!"
Hannah tugged on Fred's sleeve. "You should stop distracting him. It wasn't easy for him to get into that focused state."
Fred broke into a brilliant smile and let out a teasing, suggestive murmur. "Ooh!