Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 2678: The real master

()"'Unfortunately, you are not its real owner after all'... Is that what you want to say, Ms. Kern?"

That reassuring voice sounded from outside the entrance of the auditorium at this very moment.

Maybe it's just because the owner of the voice habitually pronounces every word accurately and distinctly. Although it's not loud, it's enough for all the awake people in the hall to hear Clear.

Among them, of course, is the witch Kern in the center of the auditorium, who has only just come into contact with modern English.

So Kern raised his head again, gently and casually pushed the hair in front of his eyes slightly behind his ears, and at the same time turned his gaze to the direction from which the voice came.

The gloomy sky over the castle made the light outside not as strong as before, but if compared with this room, it still looks a little bit dazzling suddenly. At this moment, there was a person standing at the door, which covered the dazzling brilliance a little, but also made that figure bathed in the brilliance, becoming faintly visible.

But this obviously does not hinder Kern's vision.

"Oh, so you also know?" The witch Kern looked directly at the figure at the door and asked with great interest, "Then why don't you let it be held by the owner who really should own it?" What about in the hand? Letting it be wielded reluctantly by someone who can't bring it to its full strength is not only disrespectful to the sword, but also a blasphemy to the effort of an unqualified person, don't you think? After witnessing this... um, 'Mr. Potter'...? After witnessing the child's struggle just now, I can even imagine how much effort he spent holding this sharp sword, How many shackles you have faced again and again—since you know the choice of the sword itself, then he should not have to go through the pain and struggle again and again... I thought that you and him were 'friends', The result is that I misunderstood?"

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Kern's words were directed at people's hearts. Leaving aside the "person" at the door, at least when Harry, who was still standing in the aisle in the middle, heard it, his already gloomy face suddenly showed a stunned expression of astonishment.

"I... am not its real owner? What do you mean?" Harry suddenly turned around, perhaps because of too much force, making his feet stagger, "M...Maka, this is What do you mean? I am not the real owner of the sword of Gryffindor?"

The voice fell slightly, perhaps because Harry was staring at him, the figure who had only stood outside the door before finally took a light step and walked in from the outside.

Just one step away from the inside and outside of the door, but it is enough for the melting light to recede behind like a tide. At the same time when the outline became clear in an instant, the posture and appearance of that figure finally became clear at a glance.

Maka Maclean, a calm young man with a slightly thin body, but always gives people a unique sense of security.

"Well... I don't know why, I always feel particularly clear about some old memories hidden in the corners..."

Maka raised his left hand and scratched his head, complained casually without any tension, then turned to look at Harry in front of him and said:

"Remember what I said? I don't think Mr. Ollivander keeps saying 'the wand chooses the wizard' is true! And the same thing, like 'who really owns the sword' This kind of thing sounds boring enough, right? Harry, I don't think you are the one who will be bound by the so-called 'fate'..."

"Fate...luck?" Harry was taken aback by the words.

"Yeah!" On the opposite side, Maca shrugged, "Actually, it's nothing to tell you—the sword of Gryffindor, that is, the sword of recklessness... its so-called 'true master' in this era , is Neville."

"Na, Neville."

This time it's not only Harry, but also Hermione, who is still trying to pretend to be unconscious and keep a low profile a little far away, and Luna, who has been lying on the ground after falling down and only "slightly" moved a few times , At this moment, I can't help but look up in a certain direction.

That's Neville, Neville Longbottom, the astonishing Gryffindor sword suitor who was suddenly mentioned in Maca's mouth, and now he's down there, It seems that he is still in a coma.

However, it is said to be "surprising", but it is actually...

"Neville...?" Harry looked at Neville and paused for a few seconds, then blinked and said, "Um, Neville?"

This seems, but it is not really a surprising thing.

Once upon a time, Harry clearly remembered that he had actually experienced that period of self-doubt. During the time when he couldn't get the Gryffindor sword to be recognized anyway, he felt that including Neville and Hermione...even Ron, it seemed that as long as he handed over the sword, anyone would be able to beat him. He was the first to be recognized by the sword.

As for Maca, who has admitted that he cannot hold the sword of Gryffindor from the very beginning, who among them is most likely to be recognized by the sword, perhaps knowing that Neville can summon a Gryffindor independently Since the time when the mighty patron saint of lions—including Harry himself, the candidate in everyone's minds has already been Neville!

It's just that Harry's efforts are seen by everyone, and Neville obviously never coveted anything~IndoMTL.com~ What's more, for Harry's efforts, Maca was also I have always supported him, and helped him a lot at critical moments...

"Yes, that's true." Harry still looked at Maca, but suddenly murmured to himself, "You are indeed, you have always carried out your point of view, and you have always helped Look at me...but, Maca? But why did I still lose in the end? It was clearly my best performance so far! Maca, tell me, why is this?"

Although Harry's voice was very small, Maca still heard it. But for his words, Maca could only shake his head lightly, showing a helpless smile.

"Isn't the truth so simple? You were misled by her words!" Maka looked at him and said, "That's a gap of more than two thousand years! If we really rely on you Years of hard work can be wiped out, so why are we still tossing around here?"

Speaking of this, Maka raised his chin and gestured towards Harry's back.

"Speaking of it, Harry! You've been fighting her for a while now, didn't you realize that she wasn't even serious about you?"