Breaker Neville

A sword is a weapon of violence, an undeniably sharp instrument used for attack.

Defense is the responsibility of the shield.

But now, Hermione heard something— Neville Lightsword Spell, which allows one to directly absorb spell attacks with their bare body!

"Yes, the Lightsword Spell inherently possesses the potential to destroy seemingly intangible magic."

"And Neville's mutated magic can undoubtedly reduce the difficulty of achieving direct destruction magic."

"Furthermore, does the Lightsword Spell necessarily require shaping magic into a sword outside the body?"

"Why can't you imagine yourself as a sword?" Ryan suggested, looking at Hermione's puzzled expression.

"So, all those spells aimed at Neville were essentially destroyed by the sword?" Hermione guessed with a tone of utter disbelief.

"Indeed!" Ryan nodded.

While being immune to most magic, Neville can also use his bare hands as swords to take the lives of his enemies.

This spell, combined with Neville's unique magical powers, will make Neville like the XX Sword Body in fantasy novels, capable of both offense and defense.

This is actually close to Ryan's Body Modification skill, except that Neville's doesn't actually improve any of his physical attributes.

The high magic resistance it exhibited was simply because the spells that touched the body were broken.

In the parlance of Western fantasy novels, he was transformed into Breaker of Laws.

"However, breaking magic also requires him to expend his own magic power," Hermione guessed.

"Of course, if he is hit by too many spells at once, his magic power will not be enough to serve as the driving force for the sword-destroying magic, and the special ability of the destructive magic he has mastered by the Lightsword Spell will also fail."

"For a wizard whose magic power is equivalent to our physical strength, he might even faint from exhaustion."

"This magic is a double-edged sword for him." Ryan nodded again.

"He can selectively accept which spells take effect on his body, right?"

"Plus, Neville isn't stupid enough to just tough it out."

"It doesn't have any of the drawbacks you mentioned for him either," Hermione said, putting herself in Neville.

"Indeed, just as you said, it's like how the Lightsword Spell allows you to choose what you want to cut."

"He can choose not to resist certain spells."

"But Neville clearly doesn't have that kind of brain."

"This requires him to memorize most of the conventional magic and to be able to distinguish it by magic beams, the enemy's revealed spells, and gestures."

"He's not as stupid as others think, but he's not as smart as Hermione either."

"Alright, all of this is still based on my guesses about Neville."

"It will take him several more years to achieve what I'm talking about," Ryan shook his head.

Neville's magic is actually quite special; it's a magic specific to magic.

This magic must have been born from his childhood, when he watched his parents being tormented by magic and felt powerless and desperate.

Neville could demonstrate the power of the sword in advance by condensing magic into it.

However, this energy, which targets magic, is also a stumbling block to the further improvement of his magic and this Lightsword Spell.

By the time Neville reaches the level Ryan envisions, Voldemort and his Death Eaters will probably be long gone.

In fact, if Neville really wanted to improve his combat abilities, he would have been better off receiving training from medieval witch hunters.

View magic as evil, and train your body.

With Neville like that, he could probably kill Bella, her husband, Bella brother-in-law, and Little Crouch. before Voldemort even gets to the ground.

However, when considered in conjunction with the Prophecy, it's quite interesting.

In order to kill Voldemort, the three Child of Prophecy each took a different path.

Harry, who possesses the power of love, would ideally become a white wizard, defeating Voldemort with white magic.

Neville, who possesses the power to reject magic, would ideally become a melee wizard, modifying his body to be immune to spells and directly behead Voldemort with a sword.

Ryan, who was not transported, possessed hidden magic and was undoubtedly an assassin. Together with the Black Knight, he could take long-range shots and kill Voldemort.

This means that Voldemort must be perfect in melee combat, magic, and long-range combat in order to become the one who survives the Prophecy.

However, since this Prophecy was originally a curse directed at Voldemort.

By killing Peverell, who was recognized by Bleach, and Voldemort himself, who shared the same identity, Voldemort committed the sin that blood relatives should not kill each other.

Therefore, it's understandable that he, who was Bleach by the only truly living being in this world and who was at the level of a god, was being targeted in this way.

Meanwhile, Lavender and Parvati, who had arrived on the Seventh Floor of Hogwarts, were also looking for their way to the Divination Classroom.

"The North Tower should be this way," Parvati muttered to himself as he walked.

"Are you sure Professor Trelawney is in the Divination Classroom, and not in the Great Hall?"

"It's lunchtime now."

"What if she's in the Staff Room on the first floor?" Lavender muttered as she walked.

They arrived at an unfamiliar platform where there was nothing but a large painting hanging on the stone wall, depicting a grassland.

"Professor Trelawney is different."

"She stayed in the Divination Classroom the whole time."

"She also lived there—in a small room above a small staircase in the Divination Classroom."

"Didn't you notice?"

"Except for special holidays, or banquets held at the beginning or end of the school year, she hasn't appeared in the Great Hall at all," Parvati said as she walked forward.

At this moment, a portrait of a group of women wearing skirts with linings caught Parvati's attention.

"This is it!" Parvati said, pointing to a narrow spiral staircase.

"We need to go higher!"

"Why don't we go back?"

"I think I might be suffering from the side effects of inhaling too many Smoke Bomb." Sweating profusely, Lavender began to have second thoughts.

However, at Parvati's insistence, they still climbed up.

"Hehehe!" Lavender gasped for breath.

"You've come to the wrong place," Lavender glared at her sister, who was fanatical about Prophecy.

They were standing on a platform with no doors around them.

Just as Parvati was about to doubt her own memory, a silver ladder was placed in front of them.

They looked up; the ladder led to a circular Trapdoor in the ceiling.

There is a brass plaque on the door: Sybill Trelawney, Divination teller.

"This is it, we've arrived!"

"Professor Trelawney must know we're here!" Parvati jumped up excitedly.

She even wanted to carry on the traditions of her hometown and dance a long, drawn-out dance on the spot.

"Are we really going up there?"

"I mean, what should I do if that dream is real?"

"I really want to get away from Ron, but he's completely different from the one in my dream." Lavender was conflicted again.