A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 248 The Power of Love
10 minutes ago.

Neville returned to the ward with a blank expression, seeing his parents sleeping peacefully on the bed, his heart softened.

"Dad...Mom..." He called softly.

He knew he wouldn't get a response, so he just opened his schoolbag and took out a clay doll, "This is Dad." He took out another doll, "This is Mom."

The third figure, "This is me." The fourth figure, "This is grandma."

Neville put the four dolls together and looked at them with satisfaction.

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

He only had these four puppets in his eyes. Looking at them, he smiled, tears streaming down his face.

"Dad... Mom..." 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 boy with a round face. Cry.

She also saw the clay doll by the table and heard the boy calling softly.

"Gnar? Is it Gnar?" Somewhere inside her was touched, a strong emotion welled up inside her.She thought of the little baby in the cradle, calling him that way herself.

Neville looked up, tears were still hanging on his face, which made his vision a bit blurred, he wiped the tears with the back of his hand, and blinked vigorously.

"Mom?" Neville felt that today's mother was different, and the tenderness in her eyes seemed to overwhelm him.

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

"It's me, Mom! You, you recovered your memory?" Neville said dazedly, if the first half was a nightmare, then the second half is definitely a dream, and he wished he could experience it every day.

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

"I live with my grandmother!" Neville said in one breath, which he had buried for a long time: "I have a good life, I have made many friends, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dean, Seamus ...and Hai, and the professors also like me very much, although I am a bit stupid and my memory is not very good..."

Alice listened quietly, her fingers trembling, and soon Frank Longbottom woke up too. He shook his drowsy head, saw his wife for the first time, and then saw a chattering, Crying and laughing boy.

The wife became thin and pale, as if recovering from a serious illness, and the hair on her head also lost its luster.he thought distressedly.

A reserved message was triggered, and he saw a young man with black hair and blue eyes talking to him: "Mr. Longbottom, I need to introduce myself..."

Half a minute later, he fully understood what had happened, including the four Death Eaters who used the Cruciatus Curse to question Voldemort's whereabouts 12 years ago, were tortured insanely, lived in St. Mungo's for treatment, and some major events that had happened in these years.

He said softly, "Alice, is this Neville?" He looked at Neville, who looked very much like his mother.

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

"Dad?" Neville wiped his eyes. Not only did his mother heal, but his father also healed?Isn't it really a dream? He felt unreal again.

He pinched himself hard, and it hurt, terribly.But he was surrounded by a surge of joy, an intense emotion that filled him, leaving no place for the pain, and he felt like he was going to explode with happiness.

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

Neville rushed over and burst into tears. He didn't want to bear it. Instead, he shouted loudly as if showing off, constantly venting his inner joy, as if he had reached a certain limit——

boom!
The magic riot has come.

……

Felix's mood was extremely complicated. He tried his best to design it but it didn't work, and factors beyond the plan contributed to the success of this matter.

He backed out quietly.

Old Mrs. Longbottom appeared at the door, staring at the scene inside, weeping with joy. "Frank, Alice, you... are so kind."

Felix looked at them from a distance, his expression became very strange.He resisted the idea of ​​running away, and moved away from here little by little, only to see Dumbledore's figure.

"Principal? Why are you here?"

Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone: "Dalice has her own portrait in St. Mungo's, she informed me, oh, I haven't introduced it yet, before Dairis Deventer became the headmaster of Hogwarts, she also once Served as St. Mungo's healer."

Felix nodded silently. Every headmaster at Hogwarts was an elite wizard, and their portraits were 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 great interest: "Although when Dai Lisi told me, she felt like the sky was falling in her mouth—forgive my wording, I think St. Mungo's healers have a sentimental heart, But I came just in time, didn't I?"

"Are you going in, Dumbledore? The Longbottoms are already awake, so you must have a lot to say to them?" Felix just wanted to leave here and be alone.

"No, Felix." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, "I'm not going to make fun of myself at this time, today and the whole Christmas holiday belong to them. Instead, you, Felix— —”

"I'm a little worried about you," said Dumbledore.

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

"On the way here, I was thinking, if you fail, will you try again? You are not someone who gives up easily, young and energetic, full of ambition-will you set your sights on Potter? On? Or Weasley? Granger? Malfoy?"

"I do not know."

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

"you mean--"

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

"I don't see any difference."

"Felix, love is the greatest power, but few wizards understand it. Voldemort didn't, so he was defeated by a baby in swaddling."

"Sounds like you came here to teach me," Felix said.

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

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

Dumbledore's expression became complicated, and he said sadly: "Nick is not in the mood for Christmas right now, including receiving presents. Felix, find another time."

"What's going on, is there anything I can do?" Felix asked, with whom Nick had communicated a lot less in the last month.

"Nick's wife, Perenal, is not in good health and may not be able to survive this winter." Dumbledore said: "We have prepared for this, but when it really happens, we still can't help being sad. "

(End of this chapter)