Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Ten minutes ago.

Neville returned to the ward blankly and saw his parents who were still sleeping peacefully in the bed, his heart softened.

"Dad...mother..." he called softly.

He knew that he would not get a response, so he just opened the schoolbag and took out a clay doll from it, "This is Dad." He took out another doll, "This is mother."

The third puppet, "This is me." The fourth puppet, "This is the grandmother."

Neville put the four puppets together and looked at it with satisfaction.

In fact, there is a doll in his schoolbag, but he doesn't want to take it out now, and he doesn't seem to see it.

He only had these four dolls in his eyes. Looking at it, he smiled, and tears could not stop.

"Dad...mother..." He whispered over and over again.

On the hospital bed, Alice Longbottom's fingers moved slightly, as if waking up from a long sleep, she opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw in her sight was a circle The cheeky boy, he was crying.

She also saw the clay doll beside the table and heard the boy's soft call.

"Gnar? Is it Gnar?" She was touched somewhere in her heart, and her strong feelings rose in the mind. She thought of the little baby in the cradle, calling him the same way.

Neville lifts the head, there are still tears on his face, which makes his vision a little blurred, he wipes the tears with the back of his hand, and winks vigorously.

"mother?" Neville felt that today's mother was different, and the gentleness in his eyes seemed to drown him.

"Is it my Gnar?" Alice Longbottom said excitedly.

"It's me, mother! You, have you restored your memory?" Neville said dizzyly. If the first half is a nightmare, then the second half is definitely a dream. He can't wait to experience it every day all.

Alice Longbottom looked at the ward and the clothes on her body, she understood something in her heart, and her tears couldn't stop pouring out, "Is it only you these years..."

"I live with my grandmother!" Neville said in one breath. These are the words he has buried for a long time: "I have a good life and have made many friends, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dean, Seamus... and You Hai and the professors also like me very much, although I am a little stupid and have a bad memory..."

Alice listened quietly, her fingers trembling constantly, and soon, Frank Longbottom Woke up too, he shook his dizzy head, saw his wife at first glance, and then saw a boy who was talking, crying and laughing.

The wife has become thinner, complexion pale, as if she has recovered from a serious illness, and the hair on her head has lost its luster. He thought distressedly.

A reserved message was touched. He saw a youngster with black hair and blue pupils talking to him: "Mr. Longbottom, I need to introduce myself..."

Half Minutes later, he fully understood what happened, including the four Death Eaters used Cruciatus Curse to question Voldemort's whereabouts twelve years ago, being tortured crazy, living in St. Mungo's for treatment, and some major events that have occurred over the years.

He whispered: "Alice, this is Neville?" He looked at Neville and looked very much like his mother.

"He is our Gnar." Alice said Neville's nickname.

"Dad?" Neville wiped his eyes. Not only did mother recover completely, but father also recovered completely? Isn't he really dreaming? He felt unreality again.

He fiercely pinched himself, it hurts, it hurts badly. But he was surrounded by a huge joy. This strong emotion filled all of him and left no place for the pain. He felt that he was going to be happy enough to explode.

Frank Longbottom smiled gently. He embraced his wife and stretched out his arms towards Neville: "Nal..."

Neville leaped over and cried loudly. He I didn't want to be patient, but shouted loudly as if showing off, continuously venting my inner joy, as if reaching a certain limit——

bang!

The magic power riot came.

……

Felix's mood is extremely complicated. He tried his best to design but it didn't work. Factors outside the plan contributed to the success of this event.

He quietly retreated.

Longbottom old man appeared at the door, staring at the scene inside, crying with joy. "Frank, Alice, you guys... really very good."

Felix looked at them from a distance, his expression turned very strange. He resisted the thought of fleeing, and moved a little bit to leave here, only to see Dumbledore's silhouette.

"headmaster? Why are you here?"

Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone: "Dalys has her own portrait at St. Mungo's, she informed me, oh, I still There is no introduction. Before Dairis Dewent became the headmaster of Hogwarts, she also served as the healer of St. Mungo's."

Felix Obscurus nodded, every headmaster of Hogwarts is an elite wizard, their Portrait is hung in more than one place. In theory, all the portraits of Hogwarts are Dumbledore's eyes and ears.

Dumbledore looked at the ward with interest: "Even though Dalys told me, she said it was like the sky was falling down-forgive my wording, I think St. Mungo's healers have one. Sentimental, but I’m here at the right time, isn’t it?"

"Are you going in, Dumbledore? The Longbottoms are already awake, presumably you have a lot to say to them?" Felix only now I want to leave here, alone.

"No, Felix." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes. "I won't be boring at this time. Today and the entire Christmas holiday belong to them. Instead, it's you, Felix. ——"

"I am a little worried about you." Dumbledore said.

"Worry about me?" Felix looked at him in surprise.

"On the way here, I was thinking, if you fail, will there be another attempt? You are not a person who is easy to give in, young and vigorous, and full of fighting spirit-you will not Will I put my sight on Potter? Or Weasley? Granger? Malfoy?"

"I won't."

"Because you succeeded, this is the best I expected One of the endings." Dumbledore said.

"You mean—"

"Longbottom activated its inert magic power because of love, not because of hatred." Dumbledore said.

"I didn’t see any difference."

"Felix, love is the greatest power, but few wizards understand this truth, Voldemort doesn’t, so he was A swaddled baby defeated."

"It sounds like you came here to give me a lesson." Felix said.

"Felix, I just think you will understand the power of love." Dumbledore said, "Hate may make you stronger, but the belief in love and protection will make you go further."

Dumbledore left soon, "I'm going to visit Nick," he said. Felix suddenly remembered the gift he was holding in his hand: he took out a gift box from the ring: "Headmaster Dumbledore, please pass it to Nick for me."

Dumbledore's expression became complicated, and he was a little sad. Said: "Nick is not in the mood to spend Christmas, including receiving gifts. Felix, please find another time."

"What happened, is there anything I can do?" Felix asked, Nick recently There was a lot less communication with him in a month.

"Nick’s wife, Perenal, is not in good health and may not be able to survive this winter." Dumbledore said, "We were prepared for this, but when things really happen, we will Can't help feeling sad."