It's a finger, and it's also a wand.

From my own father.

Crouch is feeling great now.

He was not unarmed, and he could feel that the "magic wand" of a completely different shape in his hand was full of power.

It was much more powerful than the wands he had used before - whether it was the one he bought when he entered school, his so-called biological father's, or Moody's.

The real father is fighting alongside him.

His gaze lingered from his index finger to the person opposite.

The former chubby boy is now a well-known strong man in Gryffindor. He is just over 1.8 meters tall, half a head taller than Barty Crouch Jr.

"Crouch." Neville took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down as much as possible.

He held the wand in one hand and the steel sword in the other, and uttered his name.

This is a nightmare that he will never be able to get rid of in his life.

Even when I was in first and second grade, I hadn’t yet built up my confidence and had to rely on the Memory Ball to remind myself not to forget anything.

But Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty Crouch, these two names, can never be forgotten.

"I have killed Lestrange." He said, his tone becoming calmer, as if stating an established fact, "You too."

"Longbottom." Crouch grinned. "You really look like your father."

He raised his index finger, and it felt like another extension of himself.

"Will you whine like him?"

"Crucio!"

The spell was cast and shot towards him.

Neville turned sideways and waved his wand. A few seeds slipped from his hand and fell lightly to the ground.

Use force on your feet.

Rushing towards the person whom he hated deeply.

Crouch waved his wand: "Your father was once as brave as you."

"That's it. Come at me without hesitation."

"He wanted to protect his family, but unfortunately, he didn't have the ability to do so."

"Is he okay now?"

The spell he cast was somewhat beyond Crouch's expectations. He didn't even recite the spell. He just wanted to raise a cloud of snow to interfere with Neville's vision.

but……

The snow waves surged and rushed towards Longbottom.

It scared him.

Unparalleled power.

In the snow.

Crouch estimated Neville's trajectory, chanted a spell, and the Cruciatus Curse shot out in the wind and snow.

But it was empty and missed.

Howling wind——

Crouch chanted loudly: "Armor!"

The spell was timely.

Just as he was putting on the invisible armor, a sword suddenly came from behind him, with a clanging sound and sparks flying.

"Retreat the enemy three feet!"

Neville spoke in a low voice, and put his wand against his armor. A strong magic burst out, and with a bang, Crouch was knocked over, seemingly knocking him away, flying towards the place where he had just stood.

"Grow fast!"

He waved his wand again.

The few seeds that were dropped just now grew in an instant and held Crouch in mid-air.

It's dragon claw vine.

The most dangerous magical plant Neville has ever come into contact with.

Its branches are thick, twisting and bending like bracken, and its three main trunks tightly bind Crouch like dragon claws - hence its name.

The sticky liquid slid down with a hissing sound, and Crouch's clothes were corroded visibly.

Crouch was surprised.

This kind of combat thinking and experience...is not what a young wizard in school should have.

Neville looked at him coldly, his hands moving constantly, waving his wand and making preparations.

He was already familiar with fighting under poor visibility conditions.

As the only wizard whose fighting style is more like Harry's, Neville has always been a very troublesome opponent.

The battle between him and Hermione was a mixed bag.

As long as Hermione can suppress Neville with the spell at the beginning, she will win. On the contrary, as long as Neville gets within five steps of her, she will be the winner.

And Ron is a typical Gryffindor.

His knowledge is not as broad as Hermione's. His mastery of spells and combat thinking are all at an average level. Among students and even among Aurors, he is at a top level. However, he is not good enough in front of Neville and Hermione.

Catch up?

Ron is not like the other two and doesn't have much motivation.

So he thought of a way. Since he couldn't defeat you head-on, he would drag you down to the same condition as himself, and then use his rich experience to defeat you.

The fog spell, the Weasley brothers' joke toys...

Make a mess of the environment.

This method is indeed useful. It caused a lot of losses in the beginning, but now they have begun to adapt and are proficient in dealing with this situation.

Crouch was tied up by the dragon claw vine, but he was not panicked at all. He tilted his head and looked at Neville: "I remember Potter's little girlfriend. Did she get twelve 'O's in the Owls exam?"

Neville didn't reply.

"But do you know?" The dragon claw vine wrapped him tighter, and Crouch maintained a calm and gentle tone. "Before her, there were two other people in Hogwarts who also received twelve 'O's."

"One of my fathers."

"One is me who is almost identical to my father."

At this point, Crouch paused: "Do you know what this means?"

"The little tricks I learned at Hogwarts won't work on me."

With a snap——

The sound of crisp finger snaps.

The dragon claw vine suddenly froze. Like most vine-like magical plants, it was afraid of fire. But unlike the devil vine, which was afraid of even low-temperature flames, it was relatively more fire-resistant and required a more intense flame to subdue it.

A fierce black fire surged out.

The dragon claw vine retracted the food and dropped it.

Crouch landed lightly, with even more surprise in his eyes.

Even though he had just escaped from detention, his body felt horribly stiff.

But in his entire life, there had never been a day as beautiful as this one.

He looked down at his father's index finger in his hand.

It is the source of power.

It feels so good, a true son inheriting from a true father.

He raised his hands and even felt the magic power floating outside his body - this was a state that his father often mentioned, where will dominated the world.

"Longbottom." Crouch raised his head gracefully and held his wand high, imitating Voldemort. "Are you ready to experience what your parents once felt?"

He raised his hand lightly, and the wind and snow started to blow violently.

The entire Quidditch pitch was enveloped in a strong and violent ice and snow storm.

On the Black Lake.

Sprout and McGonagall stared at the place where the fire had just disappeared, and then immediately turned their heads towards the Quidditch pitch.

Neville!

If Harry was their proudest and most reassured student, then Neville was their favorite and most beloved child.

Harry was so mature that they already treated him as their equal.

But Nawei is different, he is still a student.

In the first and second grades, he was a poor little kid whose parents were once comrades in the Order of the Phoenix. They were tortured by Death Eaters and sent to St. Mungo's. Then he slowly grew up, began to muster up courage and cheer up.

Smart, gentle and brave.

Sometimes McGonagall wondered why he was hanging out with a group of lawless little lions when he was clearly more of a Hufflepuff.

Now Neville and Crouch are teleported away.

They worry.

Without thinking, Mag turned into a tabby cat and Sprout ran towards it.

"No, Minerva, Pomona." Dumbledore called them back, keeping an eye on Voldemort, and said, "I need your help now."

Sprout turned around: "Albus, what are you talking about?"

"Neville, he..."

Dumbledore whispered: "Trust Neville."

"That's my opinion, and that's Harry's opinion, too."

McGonagall and Sprout stopped.

Voldemort sneered: "I have to say, this will be the stupidest decision you and Potter have ever made."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Really?"

"Harry said that Neville had been preparing for this day for a long time. Before this, he had already dealt with Lestrange himself."

These words could not shake Voldemort's heart.

But it calmed McGonagall and Sprout down a bit.

Dumbledore went on: "Minerva, take Pomona and the others to stabilize the magic of Hogwarts."

"Especially the shadow and shape lock."

The two of them nodded and headed towards the castle.

Voldemort's expression remained unchanged, his brows slightly furrowed, and he looked towards the Quidditch field. Although he had never been a member of a Quidditch team, he was not unfamiliar with it. The wind and frost had just started to blow there.

He waved his wand and flew there.

Dumbledore chanted the spell.

The ice surface surged and formed a tall wall, blocking his way.

"Tom, that's Neville and Crouch Jr.'s business." Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "You'd better stay here and keep me company."

The battle started again.

Geralt would occasionally fire a sniper shot when he was caught off guard, but it had little effect.

Guns can hardly pose any effective threat to such powerful wizards, especially when they are already on guard.

But this kind of interference is bound to distract Voldemort.

This did not create any advantage for Dumbledore, but it was enough for him to delay Voldemort's journey to the Quidditch pitch.

Voldemort also tried to use magic to forcibly break the spell and Apparate away, but McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and the others were stabilizing the spell in the castle, making it difficult for him to do so while he was fighting Dumbledore.

Who exactly does the Patronus Charm convey the message to?

Even though Harry was in another world at this moment, he could not be sure that Dumbledore really had no way to pass the message over.

Stay steady first.

Get familiar with your body, and equip yourself with some gadgets that you still lack, such as a magic wand, and then deal with them.

Voldemort confirmed his idea and flew out of the castle.

Dumbledore gave chase.

Without any other disturbance, Hogwarts gradually recovered with the cooperation of the three professors.

On the Quidditch pitch.

The wind and snow were still strong, but Crouch stood there, shouting and laughing wildly, waving his index finger.

He fired the Cruciatus Curse again and again.

"Longbottom, you are not a boaster, but where are you now? Why are you running away like a mouse?"