The Power Voldemort Did Not Understand
It's currently the dead of winter at Hogwarts, with snowflakes flying everywhere.
The once azure sky is now adorned with sparkling white specks, a testament to its tranquil beauty.
Neville felt the same way at that moment.
Before him, cards containing different powers swirled around him.
They are sharp, sacred, agile, or as steady as the earth.
Each card gave him the feeling that he could rely on it as a trump card.
Neville seemed to have thought of something.
He drew his Cherry Wood wand, held it flat in his palm, and whispered to it, "Point Me!"
The wand spun once, then stood upright again, following the rotation of a metallic card.
Neville's free left hand reached for the card.
"Sword?" Neville said, puzzled.
Clang!
Swords clashed, and the sound of metal striking stone rang out.
All the other cards suddenly disappeared, and a strangely shaped sword about 2 feet long appeared in Neville's hand.
"This?" Neville carefully grasped the strange, indigo-blue, metallic longsword.
He discovered that the sword was inexplicably light, and in the hazy light refracted from the Snowflake in the sky, he could see an unknown script on the blade that looked very smooth and like clouds.
"It seems you've chosen the Sword Card."
"I didn't expect you to be able to use Point Me Spell like that." Ryan's eyes gleamed with interest.
Point Me Spell: Place the wand in your palm and say this spell, and the wand will spin and point due north.
Its incantation is also very simple, and most wizards who use it usually use it as a compass.
And now, Neville has actually used this spell to find the most suitable spell for him.
Sword Card, or rather, Lightsword Spell.
In fact, at the very beginning, it was just a low-end version of the Sectumsempra for Ryan, specially invented to mimic the appearance of Star Wars lightsabers.
Unlike the Sectumsempra, which releases an invisible sword with 'venom' that prevents wounds from healing, this sword does not.
Instead, they used a wand as a hilt and forged magic into a lightsaber.
However, for Ryan, whose life level and magical skills have reached level 6 (Demigod Wizard), this is not the case.
The spells he invented before were no longer so simple.
The current Lightsword Spell is more like a conceptual sword.
It can strike the very thing the caster intends to strike.
In other words, you can use it to pierce the enemy's heart while only penetrating their clothes.
In Ryan's hands, he could even cut off some invisible curses.
"I've only tried it. If the Point Me Spell can determine north, then why can't it determine the direction of my heart?"
"After many attempts, I found my lost candy wrapper." Neville's eyes were downcast, as if he had thought of something that made him feel down.
Only Ryan knew why.
Although Neville's mother is insane, she still recognizes her children.
Every time she saw him, she would give her what she considered the best thing—the wrapper of a leftover Drooble's Best Blowing Gum.
"This sword, what do I do?" Neville said after taking a deep breath.
"Didn't you notice it's getting smaller?"
"This is not a physical object, and it has no effect on the Magic Book."
"It is the culmination of my knowledge of forging with your magic."
"Once it's gone, you can get a good night's sleep." Ryan said, and the Magic Book that had been floating in mid-air returned to Hermione's hands.
"Take a nap?" Neville looked at the hilt of the sword he was holding.
Seeing Neville standing there in a daze, they left him there.
Ryan then walked towards Hogwarts Castle with Hermione and Luna.
Perhaps because Ryan and his companions had been held up by Neville for a while, and it was already lunchtime, the road back to the castle was quite deserted.
They seemed to be walking in a lonely fortress.
"He was just thinking about his mother." A clear, melancholic female voice suddenly rang out in the quiet corridor.
It's Luna.
"How did you know?" Hermione poked her head out from Ryan's left.
"I just know it, I'm very familiar with that expression." Luna's brows furrowed slightly.
Hermione was about to say something more when Ryan stopped her with a look.
"Ryan, was Neville's choice really a good fit for him?"
"And then a sword appeared."
"Transfiguration too, it uses less magic and is more convenient," Hermione asked curiously, as the owner of the Magic Book.
This was also to deflect from the issue Luna had just mentioned, which was why Ryan wouldn't let her know any further.
"You may have heard me mention it before, but Neville was also one of the chosen children in the Prophecy."
"Every chosen child, born under specific conditions and at a specific time, possesses an energy that Voldemort does not understand."
"Harry Potter's magic is love."
"What I possess is the magic that allows me to conceal myself and isolate myself from the world."
"What is Neville's?"
"He possesses an energy that allows him to escape reality and reject magic."
"This is a power that Harry and I, like others, are not innate."
"Harry was a sacrifice of her mother."
"I inherited the surname Smith."
"Neville was born out of despair because his parents went insane and he mistakenly believed he was an energy source born from the despair of being Squib." Ryan's eyes gleamed with memories.
Ryan actually discovered the secret shortly after becoming Neville's roommate.
This is why Neville, who could control the blanket to wrap himself tighter at birth, did not show any wizarding traits during his childhood.
When Voldemort uses the Full Body-Bind Curse, one can break free through sheer willpower.
Taking advantage of the moment, he pulled the Sword of Gryffindor from the burning Sorting Hat and killed Voldemort's last Horcrux — Nagini.
He achieved the title of Gryffindor Sword Saint.
All of this stemmed from his escapism and denial of the power of magic.
In the original timeline, because of this magic, along with his father's wand, he was not much better than Squib in class.
Even in his second year, when faced with an attack by a monster that was suspected to be Slytherin weapon specifically designed to expel Muggle-born wizards, he, as Pure-blood, worried that his lackluster wizarding talent would drag him down and that he would be attacked Squib.
"What does this have to do with that Sword Card?"
"To make the sword sharper?" Hermione was somewhat surprised by Neville's magical properties, but still couldn't figure out what use the Sword Card was to Neville.
"It's like the Emotion Infusion Magic that Ron used."
" With the Lightsword Spell in his hands, I've already 'thought' about what kind of fruit it will bear."
"Hermione, you might see him swinging a sword and slashing directly at the magic beam. No, I almost mistook him for someone with my reflexes."
"What you should see is Neville, who is under multiple spells but is still full of energy and shows no reaction whatsoever," Ryan said, turning to Hermione.
Luna, standing to the side, remained lost in her own world.
Hermione was so startled that she stopped in her tracks.