Chapter 352: Gryffindor Chosen One

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"Dialogue"

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Chapter 352: Gryffindor Chosen One

"That was very impressive," Neville said. He now wondered how different this version of Harry's world could be, for them to use a completely different branch of magic.

This was not the first time he had seen someone conjuring magic by sound alone, but at least it was the first time he saw a human do it.

"Thanks, mate," Tall Harry replied with a grin. "You should see me play with my band..." His body began to disappear. "But I guess that's not possible."

"No. You're going back home," Neville assured him.

"Hey, I'll tell my Neville about you. I'll tell him how badass he can be, hahaha," Harry laughed.

Then, the boy vanished completely, and soon after, the dragon and the nest followed suit.

They heard some cracking noises coming from above. The fissure in the sky was visibly shrinking now.

"It's working!" Professor Silverbell exclaimed with excitement.

"Okay, let's keep this going. Next!" Neville called.

"I'll go..." Skinny Harry said, looking at a particular dragon.

"Did you find yours?" Neville asked.

"Yes... that one."

Neville nodded and proceeded to release the correct beast, away from the remaining two.

"Go on. You can do this," Neville encouraged him.

The boy looked a bit hesitant.

"Oh, come on. Just try not to get murdered by the dragon. You're not that useless, are you?" Victoria said haughtily.

Harry snapped back at her.

"Shut up! I'm not scared... just worried about something."

"As you should be." She crossed her arms. "I cannot imagine what a pillow-biter like you is going to do against a dragon."

"Hmph, what does a virgin like you know?" Harry grinned.

"What?!" Victoria looked outraged. "How d-... I mean, I'm not... that's none of your business!"

"I bet your Draco is only with you because he wants the Black family fortune," Harry said.

"How dare you... you know nothing about me," Victoria huffed.

"Would you two quit bickering already?! This is not helping at all," Neville shouted. "Stop wasting time and go get your egg."

"Very well, here I go..." Harry turned around but glanced at Victoria one last time. "By the way, those Prada boots you're wearing... are so out of style."

Victoria gasped.

"Okay... let's do this..." Harry looked at the dragon, and the dragon stared back.

He had originally planned on using his broom to distract the dragon by flying around, but that no longer seemed like an option.

He needed a quick way to finish the task, and he knew how, but... he didn't like it.

Harry looked around the stands.

"You're not there, are you, Draco?... Well, if you're somehow seeing this, please... close your eyes for a minute." He said in a soft tone, mostly to himself.

Harry's eyes narrowed. He put a hand on a small container tied to his belt and withdrew a thin sword. "This won't take long…"

Dumbledore, who had been observing the proceedings from somewhere close, recognized the blade instantly. "How does he have that?"

Neville also recognized it. "Oh?... so you went through that too."

"Wait..." Victoria said. "Why do you have the Sword of Gryffindor? Aren't you a Slytherin?" She didn't want to remember that day in the Chamber of Secrets when she was forced to use that blade. It had been one of the worst days of her life.

Harry ignored everything else, he was now completely focused on the task ahead of him. He held the sword in one hand and brought the steel close to his lips.

"Wake up, please," he whispered to it...and the sword answered his request.

Neville's eyes widened. "That's... new."

Harry hated doing this. For a proud Slytherin like himself, using this sword was a stain on his pride.

But more than anything, he hated using this sword because his personality changed, and he didn't like the person he became.

The Sword of Godric Gryffindor responded to the call of its heir and transformed into its original shape.

The previously thin rapier morphed into a massive, two-handed medieval claymore that had been once wielded by Godric Gryffindor.

Harry held it over his shoulder and glanced up at the dragon with cold, green eyes.

"You're in my way…" As he said this, his magic was already taking shape.

"Oh… bloody hell!" Neville reacted when he realized what was about to happen.

His right hand was busy keeping the transfiguration active to restrain the other two dragons, so he moved his left hand and poured a large chunk of his remaining magic.

"Magna Custodia!" He erected three layers of his most potent protection before them.

He hoped that this Harry had some control since there was nothing he could do for the audience right in front of him.

Dumbledore was shocked to see Harry use this protective magic and wondered what he was so worried about.

But the answer came very soon.

The Hungarian Horntail was about to open its mouth to breathe a wave of fire, and then... it stopped all of a sudden.

Before the beast could even understand what was happening, it was dead.

It hadn't even noticed Harry moving from his spot or making a swing with that blade.

In its awakened state, the Sword of Gryffindor had only one function: to absorb as much magic as possible into its runic circuit and manifest it in the form of an empowered cutting charm. A very thin strand of magic traveled forward, cutting through anything in its path until it ran out of energy.

It was a simple concept taken to the absolute limit. And in the hands of the right wizard, it was the most terrifying weapon one could imagine.

Harry took a step forward and made a single swing... everything in front of him was cut in half.

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