Ten minutes ago.

Neville returned to the ward with an expressionless face. Seeing his parents still sleeping quietly in bed, his heart softened.

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

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

The third doll, "This is me." The fourth doll, "This is Grandma."

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

In fact, there was another doll in his schoolbag, but he didn't want to take it out now, nor did he want to see it.

There were only these four dolls in his eyes. As he looked at them, he smiled and couldn't stop crying.

"Dad...Mom..." He said softly over and over again.

On the bed, Alice Longbottom's fingers moved slightly, as if she had woken up from a long sleep. She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a boy with a round face who was crying.

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

"Nar? Is that Nar?" Something in her heart was touched, and strong emotions surged in her heart. She thought of the little baby in the cradle, and she called him the same way.

Neville raised his head, tears still hanging on his face, which made his vision a little blurry. He wiped the tears with the back of his hand and blinked hard.

"Mom?" Neville felt that his mother was different today. The tenderness in her eyes seemed to drown him.

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

"It's me, Mom! You, you recovered your memory?" Neville said dizzyly. If the first half was a nightmare, then the second half was definitely a sweet dream. 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 could not stop flowing out. "You are the only one all these years..."

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

Alice listened quietly, her fingers kept shaking, and soon, Frank Longbottom woke up. He shook his groggy head and saw his wife at first, and then saw a nagging, crying and laughing boy. His

wife became thin and pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, and the hair on her head had lost its luster. He thought with heartache.

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 completely understood what happened, including that they were forced to ask Voldemort's whereabouts by four Death Eaters with the Cruciatus Curse twelve years ago, they were tortured to go crazy, lived in St. Mungo's for treatment, and some major events that happened in recent years.

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

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

"Dad?" Neville wiped his eyes. Not only did his mother recover, but his father also recovered? Was he really not dreaming? He felt unreal again.

He pinched himself hard, it hurt, it hurt so much. But he was surrounded by a huge joy. This strong emotion filled him up, leaving no room for pain. He felt that he was going to explode with happiness.

Frank Longbottom smiled gently, holding his wife and stretching 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!

The magic riot came.

...

Felix's mood was extremely complicated. His painstaking design did not work, but factors beyond the plan contributed to the success of this matter.

He quietly retreated.

Old Lady Longbottom appeared at the door, stared at the scene inside, and cried with joy. "Frank, Alice, you... are so nice."

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, and finally saw the figure of Dumbledore.

"Headmaster? Why are you here?"

Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone: "Dalis has her own portrait in St. Mungo's. She informed me. Oh, I haven't introduced it yet. Before Dalis Devonte became the headmaster of Hogwarts, she was also a healer at St. Mungo's."

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

Dumbledore looked around the ward with interest: "Although when Dalis told me, she said it was like the sky was falling - forgive my wording, I think the healers of St. Mungo's have a sentimental heart, but I came at the right time, didn't I?"

"Are you going in, Dumbledore? The Longbottoms have woken up, and I guess you have a lot to say to them?" Felix now just wanted to leave here and be alone.

"No, Felix." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, "I will not make trouble for myself at this time. Today and the entire Christmas holiday belong to them. Instead, you, Felix--"

"I am 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 a person who gives up easily, you are young and full of fighting spirit-will you set your sights on Potter? Or Weasley? Granger? Malfoy?" "

I won't."

"Because you succeeded, which is one of the best endings I expect." Dumbledore said.

"You mean--"

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

"I don't see any difference."

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

"It sounds like you came here specially 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 in love and protection will make you go further."

Dumbledore left quickly, "I'm going to visit Nick." He said. Felix suddenly remembered the gift he had 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 a little sadly: "Nick is not in the mood to celebrate Christmas now, including receiving gifts. Felix, find another time."

"What happened, is there anything I can do?" Felix asked. Nick has communicated with him less in the past month.

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