Ron's Suspicions

Ron felt something was off lately.

While waiting for Neville to arrive.

He discovered that Ginny had surprisingly taken a leave of absence from the Quibbler to spend time with Harry.

But she's not the type to cling to you all the time.

Instead—no matter what Ginny was doing, she would appear out of nowhere and run to Harry's side whenever he got close.

This truly baffled him.

Especially since the Smoke Bomb project was completed during the first half of summer vacation, he had more time to play with Harry.

This confirmed to him that it was neither an illusion nor a coincidence.

Ron thought time would heal everything.

Ginny was like that when Harry first came to their house.

Even if Draco doesn't tell him why, things will improve over time.

But he was wrong.

In his room, amidst the sounds of Ghoul banging on steel pipes in the attic, Draco, his face flushed, straightened his robes, trying to smooth out the wrinkles and cover his exposed skin again.

"Ron, are you crazy?" Draco was very unhappy when he was suddenly dragged upstairs and locked in Ron's room.

"I'm not crazy!"

Something's definitely wrong!

Harry changed the moment Neville arrived a couple of days ago.

He no longer acted out of control and became intimate with Ginny.

Instead, he spends all his time outside, in the mountains, secretly with Neville, doing who knows what!

I think there might really be something wrong with Harry!

Then he looked at Draco beside him, "Draco, you have to help me!"

Though I hate to admit it, when it comes to scheming and interpersonal relationships, you probably understand it better than I do.

"You and Ginny are truly siblings." Draco couldn't help but applaud.

"What do you mean by that?" Ron scratched the back of his head in confusion.

Draco looked at Ron with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. "You didn't notice all this time, did you?"

Just a friendly reminder— Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Ron slapped his thigh. "Rampaging Gorgon! How could Ginny think that!"

"Isn't that just like you now?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"This is different; all my guesses are based on sound reasoning."

Think about it.

Do you remember when you were at Hogwarts?

We discussed Neville's physical changes, and you even speculated whether he had learned the Fenrir Greyback.

"I remember." Draco nodded cooperatively in response to Ron's question.

This was not because he believed Ron's guess.

Rather, he wanted to see just how outrageous Ron could get.

"That's right!"

You probably didn't notice because you weren't Harry and Neville's roommate.

But I am!

I noticed that Harry disappeared after we started discussing Neville's physique.

Late at night, Neville and I returned to the dormitory together, chatting and laughing.

Their relationship inexplicably progressed significantly.

This behavior continued until the end of the semester.

Draco Ben came to listen to Ron's analysis expecting to hear a joke.

However, the more Ron spoke, the more serious his expression became.

"And don't you find it strange?"

After his parents returned to normal, Neville surprisingly chose to come to Harry's place.

This doesn't make sense. Even if his parents are busy, they would still come home at night, right?

Why did he insist on coming to our house?

"Are his parents as busy as my dad?" Ron continued.

"Yes! How could they be as busy as Mr. Weasley?" Draco nodded quickly.

"So, combined with his current behavior of disappearing with Harry whenever he has time,..."

There can only be one conclusion. Ron looked at Draco.

However, before Draco could return, the door opened with a bang!

"Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter are having an affair!" It was Ginny.

This was the first time Ron had ever seen someone's hair stand on end.

But Ginny is now.

Her fiery red hair flew wildly in the air like a burning flame.

"Ginny, don't worry, Ron and I will help you!" Draco wiped away his cold sweat.

He had a feeling that if he said the wrong thing, he would be killed by the furious Ginny.

Meanwhile, amidst the towering mountains, two figures, like leaves drifting in the wind, collided in mid-air, among treetops and grass, before separating.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha—" Neville gasped for breath, leaning against his sword.

The once lush grass was now bare, with marks that looked as if people had been dragged along.

His bare upper body gleamed under the sun and sweat.

"Huff, huff—" Harry lay down on the ground, shielding his eyes from the scorching sun with one hand, while still tightly gripping a blunt greatsword with the other.

He had already taken off his robe and hung it on a tree a dozen feet away.

He was quite surprised. After digesting the Crimson Beast Face two days ago, he thought that apart from Ryan, there was no other wizard in the world who could physically rival him.

But I never expected Neville to be so helpful.

It gave him such a huge shock.

So much so that he didn't even notice the fleeting sense of danger that had just passed by.

I thought it was just my imagination.

"Want some more?" Neville asked, his mouth holding the tip of his wand, and streams of clear water flowed from the tip of the wand he held in his left hand.

"No.

"But Neville, is your magic really related to swords?" Harry propped himself up with his hands and sat up, looking at Neville.

The bulging muscles on Neville's body made him suspect that Ryan Neville magic specifically for building muscle.

It has absolutely nothing to do with swords.

Keep in mind that even after he consumed Potions, underwent a blood transfusion, forged his heart, absorbed another version of himself, and digested Voldemort's power, he was still only at this level.

How could Neville possibly have reached such a level with that so-called 'sword' magic?

"Is the way of the sword something that cannot change?"

With this strength, I can wield my sword.

With this physique, I can work perfectly with the sword.

"With this magic, I can break all curses!" Neville said, leaping high into the air and brandishing his blunt greatsword in a slashing motion.

But in front of him was a stream of water.

The wand in its hand, its handle embedded in fertile soil, still emitted a spring as thick as a wrist, shooting towards the sky from its tip even after the wand was separated from its master.

"Heave-ho!" With a loud roar, the seemingly unstoppable stream of water was cleaved in two, and Neville, carrying his greatsword, crashed heavily onto the grass.

The smooth, flat cut surface acts like an invisible membrane, blocking the upward flow of water.

The water flowed in all directions, splashing freely in all directions.

Like a fountain, Neville and Harry, the two shirtless men, were now shrouded in mist.

The sun shone on the water mist, creating beautiful rainbows.

The cool sensation of the refreshing water droplets touching their burning skin made Harry and Neville cry out involuntarily.

The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.