Half an hour later, Felix and Mrs. Longbottom stood in front of an old-fashioned red brick department store. The plaque showed its name as 'Tao Tao Limited'. It looked dilapidated and deserted, and a large sign "Closed for Renovation" was hung on the dusty door.

Felix was looking through the window at the several tattered plastic mannequins in front of him. One of them was the ugliest. She had crooked movements, eyelashes stuck to her face, and was wearing a green nylon skirt.

"I guess this place has never been open?" he said in a positive tone.

"What nonsense, the Ministry of Magic has spent a lot of time to find a suitable place." Mrs. Longbottom said absent-mindedly, her hands tangled together, constantly rubbing the thin rope of the big red bag in her hands, "Are you really sure, Professor Hep? I have experienced too many disappointments over the years."

"I can't give a definite answer, ma'am. This is a temporary compensation measure I thought of. After all, my request may seem... not so humane." Felix said.

Old Lady Longbottom pursed her lips and said, "The magic riot you mentioned... are you sure there is no danger?"

"Is the magic riot of young wizards during their growth dangerous?" Felix asked back.

Old Lady Longbottom said with a serious expression, "You asked about my blind spot. My experience tells me that every young wizard will go through this step. If they don't, it's worrying. But artificially creating a magic riot..." She shook her head, as if she found it incredible.

Felix explained, "Madam, it may be that my physique is special. I have experienced more than one magical riot. Although this process is very uncomfortable, I have also benefited from it.

In fact, I realized its value very early and put forward possible guesses. But this experience belongs only to me, and there is no other evidence. Until this summer vacation, I finally came into contact with a very rare example."

Mrs. Longbottom pursed her lips, "If you can cure... No, I won't ask for more, but I need Dumbledore to be present. I believe in him."

Felix raised the corners of his mouth, "No problem, madam."

Old Mrs. Longbottom said to the particularly ugly dummy, "I am here to visit Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom." The dummy nodded slightly and waved at them.

The two then walked through the glass window and entered St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Felix found himself in a waiting room. He looked around with interest: a dozen wizards and witches were sitting on wobbly wooden chairs, and two therapists in green robes were recording their symptoms.

In the front left is the information desk. A woman with golden hair is standing behind her. There is a long line in front of her. Behind the woman is the symbol of St. Mungo's, a pattern of crossed wands and bones.

The surrounding walls are covered with portraits of healers and some labels.

At this moment, a middle-aged wizard showed his right hand to the healer. A black kettle was bitten on it tightly. Dark green blood oozed from the wound. He shouted angrily -

"Can't you see - curse, I am cursed - a birthday gift sent to me anonymously - don't let me know who it is! Ouch - this stupid kettle -" He kept shaking his arms.

"Don't move, you're shaking me so much that I can't see clearly." The young healer holding the clipboard looked carefully for a moment, "You're going to the fifth floor, the Charmed Injury Department."

Felix read the signs: Artifact Accident Department - First Floor (Crucible Explosion, Wand Misfire, Broom Collision, etc.);

Biological Injury Department - Second Floor (Stings, Burns, Embryos, etc.);

Strange Bacteria Infection Department - Third Floor (Dragon Pox, Vanishing Disease, Lymphatic Fungal Infection, etc.);

Potion and Plant Poisoning Department - Fourth Floor (Rash, Nausea, Uncontrollable Laughter, etc.);

Charmed Injury Department - Fifth Floor (Indestructible Charms, Wrongly Used Charms, etc.);

Tea Room and Shop - Sixth Floor.

"We're going to the fifth floor," Mrs. Longbottom told him, and they walked up a crooked staircase to the fifth-floor landing, passing some double-door wards until they saw a long room - the doors here were all locked.

A therapist with a gold and silver wreath on her head came out of the closed ward and greeted with a smile: "Mrs. Longbottom, are you here to visit your family? I'll take you in."

"Thank you, Meliam."

Meliam, the therapist, chanted "Alaho Open" and led them into the room, past several beds, and to the innermost one - there were two beds closed with flower curtains.

She opened the curtain and said happily: "Frank, Alice, your mother is here to see you again."

It was the first time Felix saw the Longbottom couple. Both of them were wearing pajamas, their faces were thin and haggard, and half of their hair was gray. Neville's father sat blankly at the head of the bed, as if he could sit like this forever, and his eyes occasionally rolled; Neville's mother's reaction was more obvious. She held a snack bag in her hand and read it carefully.

The two did not react at all to the therapist's words.

"She was actually just looking at the pattern on it," the therapist said, "most of her memories are gone, you should understand."

"Meriam..." said old lady Longbottom, "can you give us some time?"

"No problem." She closed the curtain and left.

Old lady Longbottom walked to the bed, took Neville's mother's hand, and stroked her dry hair. "This is also one of the sequelae of the Cruciatus Curse. They age faster than ordinary people. I am worried that they will go before me..."

"If you don't mind, ma'am?" Felix asked softly.

"What, oh, of course, what do you need me to do?" Old lady Longbottom asked nervously.

"Nothing..." Felix snapped his fingers lightly, and suddenly the world spun, and everything in the room was distorted, and the colors and shapes were entangled together, like some kind of abstract painting.

But soon, everything returned to normal. No, not normal. Felix had a serious expression. He tried to pull Neville's father into the thinking room. He did it partially.

In the half of the space that belonged to him, there was no problem at all. But in the other half, there was nothing. There was only a broken world: in his sight, there was a peaceful black like the starry sky, darker than the thickest ink. Large pieces of memories were suspended in the air. They were fragmented, like a curtain that was torn completely.

Felix stood at the edge of the room, looking at this extremely weird scene. From time to time, the hazy fluorescence flashed sporadic pictures, men and women -

a baby with a small round face, old lady Longbottom, a few vicious faces, Dumbledore, an ugly man with fake eyes, Lupin, a man who looked like a grown-up Potter...

The most common person was a woman with a round, friendly face. She looked very young and her eyes were very gentle. Even though her appearance had changed, Felix recognized her at a glance - Alice Longbottom, sitting on the hospital bed next to him.