"'It's a pity that you are not its real owner after all'... Is that what you want to say, Ms. Kern?"
That reassuring voice sounded from outside the auditorium door at this moment.
Perhaps it was just because the owner of the voice had a habit of pronouncing every word in his words accurately and distinctly. Although it was not loud, it was enough for everyone in the hall who was still awake to hear clearly.
This naturally includes the witch Kern in the center of the auditorium who has just been exposed to modern English.
So Kern raised his head again, gently and casually moved the hair in front of his eyes slightly behind his ears, and at the same time turned his gaze towards the direction from which the sound came.
The sky above the castle was complex and gloomy, making the light outside far less intense than before, but compared with the interior, it still seemed somewhat dazzling when suddenly looked over. At this moment, there was a person standing at the door, which somewhat blocked the dazzling light, but also allowed the figure to be bathed in the light and become vaguely visible.
But this obviously did not hinder Kern's vision.
"Oh, so you know it too?" Witch Kern looked directly at the figure at the door and asked with interest, "Then why don't you let it be held in the hands of the owner who really deserves it? ? Letting a person who can't make it exert its full power reluctantly swing it around is not only disrespectful to the sword, but also a blasphemy to the efforts of the unqualified person, don't you think? After witnessing This... um, 'Mr. Potter'...? After witnessing this child's struggle just now, I can even imagine how much effort he spent and how many times he faced this sword after holding it. How many shackles - since you also know the choice of the sword itself, then he should not have to go through the pain and struggle again and again... I originally thought that you and him were 'friends', but did I misunderstand it? ?”
It would be no exaggeration to say that Kern's words speak directly to people's hearts. Not to mention the "man" at the door, at least when Harry, who was still standing in the middle aisle, heard it, his already gray face suddenly showed a stunned expression.
"I... am not its real owner? What do you mean?" Harry suddenly turned around, perhaps because he used too much force, causing his feet to stumble, "M... Maka, what does this mean? I'm not The true owner of the Sword of Gryffindor?"
As soon as he finished speaking, perhaps because he was being stared at by Harry, the figure who had only been standing outside the door finally took a light step and walked in from the outside.
There is only one step between the door and the door, but it is enough for the melting light to recede behind you like a tide. While the outline was instantly clear, the figure's posture and appearance finally became clear.
Maka McLean is a calm young man with a slightly thin figure, but always gives people a unique sense of security.
"Well... I don't know why, but recently I always feel particularly clear about some old memories hidden in the nooks and crannies... "
Maka raised her left hand and scratched her head, complaining casually without any tension, then turned to look at Harry in front of her and said:
"Remember what I said? I don't think what Mr. Ollivander has been saying about 'the wand chooses the wizard' is correct! And the same thing about 'who is the true master of the sword?' , just sounds boring enough, right? Harry, I don't think you are someone who will be bound by the so-called 'fate'..."
"Fate... fate?" Harry was startled when he heard this.
"Yes!" On the opposite side, Maka shrugged, "Actually, it doesn't matter what I tell you - the Sword of Gryffindor, also known as the Sword of Recklessness... its so-called 'real master' in this era is Neville. "
"N-Neville."
This time it was not only Harry, but also Hermione, who was still trying to pretend to be stunned and keep a low profile in the distance, and Luna, who had been lying on the ground and only moved "smallly" a few times after falling. I couldn't help but look up in a certain direction.
That was Neville, Neville Longbottom, the surprising and truly qualified person for the Sword of Gryffindor who was suddenly mentioned in Maka's mouth. He was lying there right now, as if until now Also still in coma.
However, to say it is "surprising" is actually...
"Neville...?" Harry looked at Neville and paused for a few seconds, then blinked and said, "Well, Neville?"
This seems, but 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 period when he couldn't get the Sword of Gryffindor to be recognized by any means, he felt that including Neville, Hermione... and even Ron, as long as he handed over the sword, anyone could be better than him. Get the sword's recognition one step ahead.
And apart from Maka, who has admitted that she cannot pick up the Sword of Gryffindor from the beginning, who among them is most likely to be recognized by the sword? Maybe after knowing that Neville can independently summon such a powerful sword. Ever since he became the Patronus of Lions - including Harry himself, the candidate in everyone's mind has been Neville!
However, everyone saw Harry's efforts, and Neville had obviously never coveted him for anything. More importantly, Maka had always been supportive of Harry's efforts, and had also helped him a lot at several critical moments...
"Yes, it is indeed the case." Harry still looked at Maka, but suddenly murmured to himself, "You have indeed always implemented your point of view, and you have always helped me... But, Maka? But why did I lose in the end? It was obviously my best performance so far! Maka, tell me, why is this? "
Although Harry's voice was quiet, Maka still heard it. But in response to his words, Maka could only shake her head slightly and showed a helpless smile.
"Isn't the truth simple enough? You were misled by her words!" Maka looked at him and said, "That's a gap of more than two thousand years! If it really depends on your and my efforts in a few years, It can be smoothed out, so why are we bothering here?"
At this point, Maka raised her chin and gestured in the direction behind Harry.
"Speaking of it, Harry! You've been fighting with her for a while, haven't you noticed that she hasn't even been serious with you?"