At that moment, the lion of Longbottom...
Unleashed a fury his students had never seen.
In a single exchange...
Every knight who came near him was beheaded.
A streak of red light fell from the sky like a sword descending from the heavens.
It swept across the ground, leaving a groove ten meters deep.
It also brought the advance to a halt.
A figure slowly descended beside him, looked at Neville, and asked with a smile, "Where's your wand?"
Neville smiled too. "This is my wand."
He raised the sword in his hand. "Forged by the greatest person of all."
"I'm delighted you think so highly of me," John said, raising an eyebrow. "But let's deal with this first."
He glanced at the divine guardian unleashing its attacks, then said after a brief silence, "Why does that arrogant, overbearing attitude look so familiar?"
Back when John had entrusted the Star Spirits to his friends to raise, one of them seemed to have inherited that arrogant streak particularly well.
Yes, the one Draco had raised.
"Miss Malfoy, Mr. Weasley, considering that you wandered out at night without permission and entered the Forbidden Forest..." John raised his wand, sending two knights flying upside down, and added casually, "Fifty points from each of you."
"No!"
The two youngsters wailed.
Neville hesitated, wanting to say something, but John winked. "I've wanted to do that for ages."
Neville could only let it go.
"Stella, Alice!" Lewis waved from the tunnel entrance, laughing. "I brought Professor Longbottom!"
While Lewis had been debating whether to leave, Neville had happened to find him.
He had promptly become their guide and brought them over.
John looked over and asked, "Which house is that one in?"
Neville had a bad feeling. He cleared his throat twice. "Gryffindor."
"Excellent. Fifty points