"What do you want? I told you that any treatment has risks!" the man's voice said.

"But you promised me solemnly! What did you say at the time? Everything was normal - but Frank and Alice have been in a coma for two weeks and are coughing up blood." The grandmother's voice said.

"What can I do? Put yourself in my shoes. Those experts in the newspapers are holding on to my weakness. I must hurry to get the test data -" "

Test data? That's two lives! They are my son and daughter-in-law, and the parents of Neville's child! Felix Hep, you are Neville's teacher!"

Neville's heart seemed to be soaked in cold water, without any temperature, and his stomach kept churning. He couldn't help but clench his fists.

The evil man said: "I also hope that everything goes well, but there are always accidents. Think about it carefully, they just changed from a moving corpse to a motionless corpse. There is not much difference, right?"

Neville's eyes turned red, and his teeth creaked. How dare he say this about his parents... How dare he!

But the grandmother's sad voice came: "I beg you, please confirm again, you are the one who caused this, you are the only one who knows it best..."

The vicious man said, "Sorry, precisely because you know it best, I don't want to waste time."

The grandmother's voice became tough: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have begged you, I will tell the truth and expose your actions-"

The man sneered: "Madam, I want to remind you that your son and daughter-in-law have been sentenced to death by St. Mungo's. I just want to give it a try. If I succeed, there will be a lot of people thanking me."

"Really?" The grandmother's voice said sarcastically: "You care about reputation, which is your weakness, but soon the public will see your true face and you will lose everything."

The man's voice became hesitant: "If you say that... it's not wrong, reputation is fine wine, but also a tempting poison. I am always attracted by its fragrance. So, how should I deal with you?"

"Oblivion? Too simple, I have a better idea. To be honest, you have been pestering me for so long that I am quite annoyed. There are some spells I have wanted to try for a long time... Heart and Bone!"

"No, no..." Neville's eyes widened, his knuckles turned pale, and his face was full of fear. He heard the sound of his grandmother falling to the ground with a "bang", and she groaned in pain.

"No!"

Anger overwhelmed all his rationality, and the door of the room exploded.

He saw two people in the ward. The man had a surprised expression on his face, and his hand with the wand extended stopped in mid-air. An old woman fell to the ground, and her pointed hat fell lifelessly to the ground.

"Grandma!" Neville ran over and tried to hold up his grandmother's head, but she immediately showed a painful expression. He stopped at a loss, looking at the culprit of everything in front of him, his wand still pointed at her: "Stop! Professor."

"Stop?" The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression. "Why?"

Neville looked at him in disbelief, and the whole person was surrounded by a huge absurdity, which made him feel unreal, as if he was dreaming. "What are you talking about? You, you are a professor... Why did you use that spell?"

"The Cruciatus Curse?" The man's voice said, Neville trembled, and the man laughed softly: "Or Obliviate? Or... The other two Unforgivable Curses?"

He said calmly, as if he was in class: "Neville, I have a deep connection with the Unforgivable Curses. When I was in school, I learned these three spells-the Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Killing Curse."

"I have always wanted to find someone to try it, but I am too soft-hearted. Now think about it, what spell can't kill people? Clear water and springs can do it."

Neville looked at him tremblingly, as if he recognized his face for the first time.

"Don't look at me like that. You have to learn to respect the professor, right?" The man said.

"You are not my professor!" Neville yelled, pulling out his wand from his pocket and pointing it at him, but the next second, his wand was pulled away.

"Silent Disarming Spell, I taught you, Neville. Maybe you can try to be more angry?"

Neville immediately took out a second wand from his back - he always carried two wands, his father's and his own. The anger made him silently cast a Stunning Spell, but was blocked by a wave of his hand. The man said: "Too weak, Neville. You are not angry enough-"

A thin layer of magic barrier flew towards Neville and knocked him away directly.

Neville got up from the ground and looked at him unyieldingly.

"I don't like the look in your eyes... So, Cruciatus! Cruciatus!"

The grandmother screamed in pain, Neville's eyes widened in horror, and he tried his best to block her. The expected pain did not appear, and he had no time to distinguish. He had to do something, delay time? That's right, delay time!

He wanted to watch this man being caught, just like those Death Eaters.

Neville tried his best to think, his mind had never worked so fast before: "I believe in you so much... I regard you as a role model..."

He recited the most familiar thing recently regardless of anything, which was a short story, and the story itself came from this man -

"Nar is a clumsy person. This clumsiness was told to him by others, and over time, he himself thought so.

Nar likes to play with clay dolls. He has a natural sensitivity to the characteristics of different types of clay. He likes to watch black, red, brown, white, gray, and various colors of clay take shape in his hands little by little, and become delicate and lovely shapes.

This kind of love is not stressful, but can bring him comfort when Nar is sad.

His parents are very busy and don't spend much time with him. Even on the most important Christmas, they only see each other briefly. His biggest wish is that they can spend more time with him."

Neville recited regardless of anything until he found that the wand opposite him was put down, and his grandmother's low voice came from beside him: "Forget it, Mr. Hep, forget it..."

Neville stared blankly at his grandmother getting up from the ground, and the professor walked out from the shadows.

Ten minutes later -

Neville was sulking alone, while old Lady Longbottom coaxed him. Felix looked at him awkwardly, "Neville -"

Neville turned his head away from him, holding the corner of his clothes tightly in his hand.

"Why did you lie to me?" he said angrily.

"This is part of the plan," said old Lady Longbottom, "to -"

"Let me tell you, Mrs. Longbottom." Felix said, looking at Neville: "This stems from a ridiculous idea I had when I was in school. I have experienced several magical riots, which have brought me great benefits. I once imagined whether it is possible to artificially promote magical riots..." "

But I have never seen examples in other people until a few months ago, when I met Potter in Diagon Alley."

"Harry?" Neville asked suddenly.

"Yes, he experienced something very painful at the time, so a magical riot broke out. I persuaded him to test with me... Until I found you, I guessed that your magic activity was not high when you were young. In other words, you were too lazy, so it made it very difficult for you to learn magic..."

"You are the same, right?" Neville said stiffly.

"What's the same?" Felix looked at him.

"The one you mentioned, the magic riot." Neville said, he was terribly calm at this time: "It sounds like it needs a huge stimulus. You just tried to irritate me again and again. So I ask you, are you the same?"

Felix looked at him calmly, "You are right, me too."

Neville stood up with a stern face, "So, what Aunt Meliam said was also arranged by you? Everything is acting?"

"No, Neville--" said old lady Longbottom.

Neville looked at Felix stubbornly: "I want you to tell me in person."

"I didn't make this arrangement, but--" Felix said: "When they were discussing, I was next to them."

Neville suddenly said, "I'm going back to the ward and be alone for a while." He picked up the schoolbag on the ground, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

The room fell into a dead silence.

After a long time, Felix confessed: "The moment he blew the door open, I thought we succeeded."

Old Lady Longbottom said tiredly: "Perhaps we shouldn't have done it from the beginning..." She pursed her lips, "I had too high expectations of him in the past. I hope that child can become an Auror like his father, but in fact, it's good to be ordinary."

"I don't think so, ma'am. Dumbledore once warned me not to play with people's hearts." Felix said: "But who can escape the control of the human heart? I don't approve of this failure. We almost succeeded. If we could do better-"

Old Lady Longbottom looked at him and said hesitantly: "Mr. Hep?"

"I don't think there is anything wrong with my thinking. From the initial design to-" Felix suddenly stopped, his eyes bulged, and he turned his head to look at the air on one side incredulously, his sight seemed to penetrate the space. Then, he ran out of the room suddenly, turned around the corner, and stared at a ward at the end of the corridor on the other side.

Felix tapped his forehead. In the black and white perspective, a strong and gentle tide of magic spread from inside. The pure white light without a trace of impurities constantly impacted his inherent concepts.

"What is this?" Old Lady Longbottom followed behind and said in a panic.

Felix did not answer. He walked step by step to the ward where the Longbottoms were. He opened the door and saw Neville crying in the arms of a woman. A man with a gentle expression was holding the woman and Neville. They could not hide their tiredness and were still wearing hospital clothes, but the love in their eyes was about to overflow.

Various scattered small ornaments in the room floated in the air, making a "buzzing" sound. Several patients in the beds next to them were bathed in warm light, which became the best footnote to answer Felix's questions.

"Magic riot..." He said word by word.