Neville's offensive continued. He sharply flicked his wrist, and the longsword traced an afterimage before him.
He thrust his wand and longsword forward. The blade suddenly lengthened, stabbing straight at George's chest.
Fred's eyelid twitched from the side. "Whoa! How was that so fast?"
As a spectator, he could clearly tell that Neville's attack had been even faster than before. He had obviously entered the zone completely.
Neville was not the only one fully locked in. George did not relax in the slightest either.
The instant Neville thrust out his longsword, the Shield Charm's invisible barrier appeared again, firmly blocking his path.
The longsword collided with the Shield Charm, sending obvious sparks scattering in every direction. The sword tip was knocked upward as well.
Neville had clearly anticipated this. The moment he saw the sparks, he lightly flicked his wand, and the longsword had already shrunk back to its original size.
The sword that should have been thrown high into the air only had its tip rise slightly as it returned to its original length.
Seeing this, Wizet praised, "Looks like Neville is close to fully mastering that Introduction to Muggle Swordsmanship. He can use magic very well to offset the longsword's weaknesses."
Although Neville had chosen the right strategy and dealt well with the rising sword tip, George still seized the opening.
George raised his hand and gave it a sharp swing. Two silver discs flew out from the guards on his armor.
Fred clenched his fist excitedly and shouted, "See that? Those are Fanged Frisbees!"
The Fanged Frisbees whistled through the air. As though alive, they traced two strange 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 helmet