Chapter 387 Reason
With the referee's whistle, the tense confrontation officially began.
Neville rushed forward like a flash of lightning.
The speed was so fast that the people present could only catch a blurry shadow.
You should know that the shadow warriors' physical fitness has been twice that of ordinary people after the improvement of their physical potions.
But the speed displayed by Neville had obviously exceeded their limits.
Although everyone witnessed this scene many times, they couldn't help but exclaim in amazement every time.
Such a speed is really enviable.
The female shadow warriors present began to have stars in their eyes again.
However, the shadow warriors fighting against Na'vi had no time to think about these trivial things at the moment.
They dare not be careless at all.
They quickly dispersed in formation, looking for cover, and at the same time launched group fire suppression on Neville.
The submachine guns in their hands are ordinary submachine guns, not magic submachine guns.
After all, the simulation is a battle against the United Forces, and only such a battle is meaningful.
As for why not use grenades?
Neville was too fast, and the grenade could not even reach him, posing almost no threat.
Bullets rained down on Neville like a rainstorm.
However, he remained calm and composed, moving nimbly through the rain of bullets, wielding the sword in his hand with great skill.
Every time the sword was swung, it was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, as if drawing invisible traces in the air.
The bullets deviated from their trajectories under the light of his sword, and were either knocked away or passed by him. Not a single one could touch his body.
Neville had only one thought in his mind, and that was to keep advancing.
Although these shadow warriors are accurate in shooting, they are helpless against Na'vi's unreasonable defense.
They began to throw grenades in an orderly manner from less than twenty feet away.
Since they were all protected by bunkers, the explosion of the grenade had little effect on him.
But Neville's swordsmanship could not stop the aftermath of the grenade explosion.
His rapid advance was interrupted as he tried to bypass the explosion area.
But they coordinated so well that the explosion interval of each grenade was just right.
Without the use of his wand, Neville had no way of breaking through this area of continuous explosions.
This is the latest rogue tactic developed by the Shadow Warriors.
Use grenades to stop Neville from approaching and use submachine guns to deplete his strength.
Turn a head-on battle into a battle of physical attrition.
The people watching around were all experienced veterans.
They immediately saw through the shamelessness of this tactic and booed.
But there was one person who looked happy, and that was Tom.
This tactic is good!
If there are enough grenades, it is enough to delay the battle for more than ten minutes.
He licked his lips. There was good wine to drink again tonight.
The shadow warriors fighting against Na'vi ignored the boos.
They still executed their tactics in an orderly manner.
There are only winners on the battlefield.
As for whether the means are honorable?
That's just the path to victory.
Although Neville was stumped, he was not in a hurry at all.
A man with a stable mentality.
There's no way, he has to be unstable!
He learned this ability to remain calm in the face of adversity from Sister Baoer.
If he is mentally unstable.
Sister Baoer really beat me!
And every time they attacked him, they targeted his face, causing him to go to class with panda eyes.
But it wasn't that Sister Bo was ruthless, but she noticed that Neville was a little too introverted.
Although having panda eyes would cause him to be laughed at by his classmates, it could just strengthen Neville's heart.
Only after Neville's personality completely changed did Boa tell him the truth.
He was on the verge of tears.
What else could he say?
He could only give a thumbs up and praise.
"Sister Baoer, you are so smart!"
Of course he didn't dare say anything else, after all, he was afraid of being beaten again.
As for why Neville holds the sword of Gryffindor in his hand, the story behind it is even more confusing.
It was during a battle with the hippogriff Buckbeak.
The iron sword in Neville's hand was no match for Buckbeak's sharp claws and was shattered in one blow.
Just when he didn't know what to do.
The Sorting Hat fell from the sky and landed on his head, almost knocking him unconscious.
It wasn't that the Sorting Hat was heavy, but the metal object contained in it hit him hard on the head.
Fortunately, he followed Sister Baoer to practice and had internal energy to protect his body, otherwise this blow would be enough to take the life of an ordinary person.
Neville immediately recognized the metal object in the Sorting Hat as a sword handle.
Carefully, he pulled the sword out of the Sorting Hat.
The hilt of the sword is inlaid with a ruby and the name of Godric Gryffindor is engraved on the blade.
This is undoubtedly the legendary long-lost Sword of Gryffindor.
So Neville decisively ended his training with Buckbeak.
With the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor in hand, he went straight to Headmistress McGonagall.
Headmaster McGonagall looked at Neville, who had become tall and strong, with a complicated expression on her face.
As the headmaster of Hogwarts, she not only has to manage the school, but also teach Transfiguration.
Every day is so busy that there is almost no time to rest.
Today was the first time she had observed Neville so closely.
The boy who was once chubby, slightly timid is gone.
In his place was a young man full of masculinity.
As a loyal Gryffindor, she actually always looked down on Neville.
She felt that Neville was too cowardly and lacked the courage and qualities that a Gryffindor should have.
However, the Neville in front of her made her look at him with new eyes.
The Sorting Hat never makes a wrong choice, and Neville's transformation is the best proof of this.
"Only a true Gryffindor could pull that out of the hat, Neville."
There was a hint of emotion and relief in Principal McGonagall's words.
Neville scratched his head embarrassedly. This was the first time he heard praise from Headmistress McGonagall.
He gently placed the Sword of Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat on the Headmaster's desk, ready to return them to the school.
These were all valuable Hogwarts property and he should not keep them for himself.
"Neville, what are your plans after graduation?" Headmaster McGonagall asked suddenly.
Neville said without hesitation, "I am a peripheral member of the Shadow. After graduation, I will go to the battlefield in Afghanistan to fight for the Shadow and for wizards."
Headmaster McGonagall looked at the student with a resolute face and firm eyes, and her heart was filled with pride.
These are exactly the qualities that Gryffindor students should have - brave, fearless, and fighting for justice.
McGonagall said, looking Neville in the eyes.
"Neville, take this sword of Gryffindor. It will aid you on the battlefield."
Neville hesitated: "This is Hogwarts' property, I..."
Headmistress McGonagall picked up the sword of Gryffindor and her eyes fell on the edge of the sword.
"It is just a decoration in the principal's office."
