Muscle Neville

When someone is affectionate with your daughter in front of you all day long.

What will you do?

Mrs. Weasley had a lot to say about this—of course, she accepted it gladly!

This is also the most painful thing for Harry.

I bullied your daughter!

Why didn't you stop it?

And Bill?

Are you blind?

Most importantly, it's Ginny.

Aren't you very concerned about saving face? Why are you acting differently towards me?

Harry sometimes even wondered whether he was bullying Ginny or Ginny was bullying him.

When he woke up, there were traces of Ginny touching him all over his body.

Today, at Flourish and Blotts, most Hogwarts students come to Diagon Alley to buy books.

Ginny and the others really didn't give him any face.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a scoundrel who harassed a respectable woman and was then pulled away and taught a lesson!

Fortunately, he didn't know anyone there, otherwise his lifelong reputation would have been ruined.

"Harry, what are you talking about?" A thick, fan-like hand patted Harry on the back.

"Hagrid, you—" Harry had just turned his head when the smile on his face froze.

With his fan-sized hands and the familiar faces he knew from his wizarding lineage, it was undoubtedly Hagrid.

But what came into his view was a small, round face that was much shorter than Hagrid's — Neville.

He's completely different now compared to last semester.

Beneath her delicate, round face was a tall, robust body with strong limbs and bulging muscles.

It looks particularly out of place.

He looked exactly like those strange wizards in his dreams—broad-shouldered, handsome, who called themselves dragons and whose magical powers were higher than the heavens.

"Are you Neville?" Ron murmured, as if he had just woken from a dream.

Draco was dumbfounded and couldn't utter a single word.

Ginny, unaware of her fear, hid behind Harry, peeking out with only one eye to steal a glance at Neville.

"You were all startled, weren't you?"

"I'm used to it."

"My grandma said I'm very manly, no wonder I'm a descendant of a hero."

"Look, today my grandma actually dared to let me come shopping all by myself." Neville wasn't angry at all.

Instead, he looked proud, puffing out his broad, sturdy chest.

"You and Dudley of Hufflepuff, you were cursed with some strange and vicious curse and then turned out to be a blessing in disguise?" Ron asked quickly after regaining his senses.

He also wanted a strong body. But only half the strength Neville had now.

"Ron!" Harry, Ginny, Draco all shouted in unison.

"It's okay."

"As his roommate, I'm used to Ron's outspokenness."

"Also, I haven't thanked you in person yet."

"Your gifts are very useful." Neville waved his hand dismissively, creating an exaggerated whooshing sound in the air.

Ron couldn't help but swallow hard.

He couldn't help but think that if Neville's huge, fan-like hand were to strike him, he would lose his life.

"Don't say that. You know, we all got your birthday wrong," Harry stepped forward and spoke on behalf of the others.

Aside from Harry and Ron, Draco and Ginny weren't actually very familiar with Neville.

Ron had just spoken recklessly, so it would probably be more appropriate for him to say those words.

"This is all my own problem."

"I have never told anyone my birthday."

"I only mentioned it to you Harry."

"It's perfectly normal for you to misremember."

Neville then looked at Ron, "Also, I'm not cursed. This is all the result of my training."

Neville proudly showed off his biceps.

He went on and on about how much effort he had put in to build that muscular physique.

However, if you're proud of something and your friends aren't very interested in it, you'll quickly end it.

The same is true for Neville now.

Neville, not receiving a heartfelt response from Harry and the others, quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, have you all bought your textbooks?"

"Our textbook for this year's Care of Magical Creatures Class is a great training tool." Neville held "The Monster Book of Monsters" in one hand and used the strength of one hand to stop it from opening and closing.

"Isn't it interesting?" Neville added when Harry and the others didn't react.

"Sir, could you please help me?"

"If you can help me deal with these little monsters, I can give your friend a free meal." The ragged bookstore manager ran over with tears in his eyes.

His body was covered in purplish-blue bruises, indicating that many people bought "The Monster Book of Monsters" today.

So much so that even with thick gloves and a thick cane, he ended up looking like this.

"I can."

"As for the free meal—" Neville looked at Harry and the others.

Ron was about to agree when Ginny tugged at his sleeve in protest.

Harry and Draco, of course, kept saying they didn't need it.

"No need for a free meal, I'm a student at Hogwarts."

"It's my duty to help my classmates get their books as soon as possible," Neville said to the bookstore manager.

The bookstore manager bowed repeatedly, seemingly choking up.

"Then I'll be going now." So, in Harry's eyes...

Neville rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the large iron cage filled with books, which resembled a gladiatorial arena.

What appears to be a menacing green book to the average person is, in Neville's hands, one in each hand.

A gentle wave of the hand, a light tap with a clenched fist, a clasp of the hands together—these subtle movements seem to have a profound impact.

One by one, the green books, resembling the fiercest hunting dogs, lay limp and drooping on the floor.

"If there were knightly duels in this Triwizard Tournament, Neville and Dudley would definitely be invincible," Ron remarked.

Ginny cleared her throat.

Ron glanced at Harry and suddenly realized, "I almost forgot! Harry, you're not ordinary either. If you were to go—" Ron regretfully slapped his head.

Harry's appearance is so deceptive. No one who sees Harry would know what kind of power is hidden beneath his lean body.

"No, I just have better reflexes than the average person."

"In terms of strength, I still can't beat Neville."

"Also, Dudley's strength is not what it seems."

"His strength lies in his Gravity Magic."

"Pure physical attacks cannot move him," Harry explained.

"No, you're too modest, Harry Potter!"

"I have purchased Smoke Bomb."

"When you are faced with several Bludger flying towards you and you cannot dodge them directly, you can even use your body to knock them away."

"And that Dudley, I've never seen such an excellent goalkeeper."

"I heard you're related."

"This is unbelievable." A strange voice came from behind Harry.

Judging from their accents, they seem to be foreigners.

Harry was about to turn around to see who was speaking and whether he knew them.

"Krum! Viktor Krum!"

But from Ron's trembling voice, he learned about the person who had come.