"The Sharingan?"
This time it was Harry and Ron who were completely lost.
What on earth was a Sharingan?
Neville thought it over carefully, then shook his head.
"I don't think so. When I fell off the broom, I was really nervous and scared.
For a moment, everything in front of me felt like it slowed down. My mind suddenly cleared, and I could think incredibly fast.
Normally, I'd never even think of recalling the broom like that—but in that moment, not only did I think of it, I actually did it. It felt… strange. Almost magical.
Do you think that was because of the Sharingan?"
Hermione nodded. She remembered it vividly—Neville's eyes had definitely turned red.
"It must be! I saw the Sharingan appear. It just disappeared again right after you landed."
Ron and Harry stared at them in confusion. Ron quickly cut in.
"Hold on—what are you two talking about? What Sharingan?
Harry, do you know what a Sharingan is?"
Harry shook his head. The name meant nothing to him.
If a pure-blood wizard like Ron didn't know, there was no way someone raised by Muggles would. He wasn't Hermione, after all.
Neville explained, "It was a reward from Professor Jack. I traded all my future combat magic lessons for it."
Ron nearly choked.
"All your combat magic? That sounds like a massive loss! So where is this Sharingan thing? Let me see it!"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Sharingan, Sharingan—obviously it's his eyes! It's inside Neville's eyes, you dolt!"
Harry and Ron both froze.
"Inside his eyes? How do you even put something in your eyes? That sounds amazing! Come on, Neville, show us!"
Neville gave a helpless smile and shook his head.
"I'd love to, but I can't summon it at will. I've studied it for a while, but nothing works. This was the first time it ever appeared."
"Oh. So you can't use it."
Ron sighed dramatically. "Then what's the point? You should've taken the combat spells!"
"You don't understand anything!" Hermione snapped.
Something as powerful as the Sharingan—if Professor Jack hadn't said she wasn't compatible with it, she would have wanted one too.
"Professor Jack said the Sharingan is incredibly strong—and it can even evolve. With it, Neville could become one of the strongest wizards alive. The kind no one could beat."
Ron and Harry's jaws dropped.
That sounded way too absurd.
Ron couldn't help blurting out, "You sure Professor Jack isn't scamming you?"
Hermione puffed up with anger, eyes blazing.
"What nonsense! Why would Professor Jack need to trick us?
For what? To avoid teaching Neville combat spells?
I believe what he said. Just look at Neville during the fall—his reaction alone proves the Sharingan is powerful! And that was only its basic form. If it evolves, it'll be even stronger.
But what matters now is mastering it. Neville needs to reach a point where he can use the Sharingan whenever he wants."
Neville nodded.
That was exactly the problem—how was he supposed to master it?
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out a single method.
So he turned to Hermione and Harry for help.
"How do I learn to control it? I don't have a single clue!"
Harry said, "Why not just ask Professor Jack? He definitely knows."
Neville's eyes lit up.
Right! Why hadn't he thought of that? No one in the world understood the Sharingan better than Professor Jack.
With his guidance, Neville could quickly learn how to use it—and maybe even ask how to strengthen it later on.
But Hermione immediately crushed the idea.
"Don't bother. If Professor Jack wanted you to know, he would have explained it already. Since he didn't, he must want you to figure it out yourself."
Neville deflated on the spot.
She was right. If Jack had wanted to teach him, he would have said something when he gave him the Sharingan.
"In that case, there's nothing else I can suggest," Harry said apologetically. He glanced toward Hermione—
if anyone had an idea, it would be her.
Hermione thought for a moment, then said, "I do have a theory. I think the Sharingan is tied to your emotions.
Fear, sadness, panic—something along those lines.
You'll need to test it out yourself.
The way it appeared during flying class wasn't coincidence."
Neville considered this seriously, then nodded.
It did line up—right before the Sharingan appeared, he had been absolutely terrified.
It was almost certainly triggered by emotional fluctuation.
He looked at Hermione with deep gratitude. Truly, Gryffindor's most brilliant witch—its brightest prodigy.
"Thank you, Hermione. This is really helpful!"
Hermione waved it off.
"It's nothing. I want to see how powerful the Sharingan is too—Professor Jack praised it so much, after all."
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