A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

ten minutes ago.

Neville returned to the ward with a blank face, and his heart softened when he saw his parents still sleeping peacefully in bed.

"Dad... Mom..." he called softly.

He knew there would be no response, so he just opened the bag and took out a clay doll, "This is Dad." He took out another doll, "This is Mom."

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

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

In fact, there is a puppet in his bag, but he doesn't want to take it out now, and it doesn't look like he sees it.

There were only these four puppets in his eyes. Looking at them, he smiled, and the tears couldn't stop coming out.

"Dad... Mom..." he whispered over and over again.

On the hospital bed, Alice Longbottom moved her fingers slightly, as if she had woken up from a long sleep. She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a round-faced boy who was cry.

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

"Nar? Is it Gnar?" Somewhere in her heart was touched, and strong emotions flooded into her heart. She remembered the little baby in the cradle, and she called him that too.

Neville looked up, his face still dripping with tears, which blurred his vision a little, and he wiped the tears with the back of his hands and blinked hard.

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

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

"It's me, Mom! You, have you recovered your memory?" Neville said dazedly, if the first half was a nightmare, the second half was definitely a sweet dream, and he wanted to 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 all these years..."

"I live with my grandmother!" Neville said in one breath, the words he had buried for a long time: "I'm doing well, I've made a lot of friends, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dean, Seamus ... and Hai, and the professors also like me very much, although I'm a bit stupid and my memory is not very good..."

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

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

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

Half a minute later, he fully understood what had happened, including the fact that they had been tortured by four Death Eaters twelve years ago to ask Voldemort's whereabouts with the Cruciatus, tortured mad, living in St Mungo's for treatment, and some of the big things that had happened over the years. .

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

"He's our Gnar," Alice said of Neville's nickname.

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

He pinched himself hard, it hurt, it hurt badly. But he was surrounded by a great joy, a strong emotion that filled him, leaving no room for the pain, and he felt like he was going to explode with happiness.

Frank Longbottom smiled softly. He embraced his wife and stretched his arms towards Neville: "Nar..."

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

boom!

Magical violence has come.

...

Felix's mood was extremely complicated. He tried so hard to design but it didn't work, and unplanned factors contributed to the success of this event.

He quietly backed out.

Mrs. Longbottom appeared at the door, stared at the scene inside, and wept with joy. "Frank, Alice, you are... so kind."

Felix looked at them from a distance, his expression becoming very strange. He resisted the thought of fleeing, 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: "Daris has her own portrait in St. Mungo's, she informed me, oh, I haven't introduced it yet, before Dalys Derwent became the headmaster of Hogwarts, she also Serving as St Mungo's therapist."

Felix nodded silently. Every headmaster at Hogwarts was an elite wizard, and their portraits were hung in more than one place. In theory, all Hogwarts portraits are Dumbledore's eyes and ears.

Dumbledore looked at the ward with interest: "Although Dalice said it was like the sky was falling when she told me - forgive my wording, I think St Mungo's therapists have a sentimental heart, But I came just in time, didn't I?"

"Are you going in, Dumbledore? The Longbottoms have woken up, you must have a lot to say to them?" Felix just wanted to get out of here and be alone now.

"No, Felix." Dumbledore blinked his azure blue eyes. "I won't make fun of myself at this time. Today, and the whole Christmas holiday, belongs to them. Instead, you, Felix— —”

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

"Worried 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 one to give in easily, young and vigorous - will you put your eyes on Potter? On him? Or Weasley? Granger? Malfoy?"

"I do not know."

"Because you succeeded, this is one of the best endings I've ever hoped for," Dumbledore said.

"you mean--"

"Longbottom activated the magic of his inertia because of love, not because of hatred," Dumbledore said.

"I don't see a difference."

"Felix, love is the greatest power, but few wizards know it, and Voldemort doesn't, so he was defeated by a swaddle baby."

"It sounds like you came here specifically to teach me a lesson," Felix said.

"Felix, I just think that 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 quickly. "I'm going to see Nick," he said. Felix suddenly remembered the gift in his hand: he took out a gift box from the ring: "Headmaster Dumbledore, please help me pass it to Nick."

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

"What happened, is there anything I can do?" asked Felix, with Nick having a lot less communication with him in the last month.

"Nick's wife, Perenal, is not in good health and may not survive this winter." Dumbledore said: "We were prepared for this, but when it really happened, we couldn't help but feel sad. "