A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 246: The power of love

Ten minutes ago.

Neville returned to the ward with a blank expression on his face, 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 puppet, "This is me." The fourth puppet, "This is grandma."

Neville put the four puppets 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, and tears couldn't stop streaming out.

"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 , he was crying.

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

"Gnar? Is it Gnar?" Somewhere in her heart was touched, and strong emotions came to her heart. She thought of the little baby in the cradle, calling him that way herself.

Neville raised his head, there were still tears 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 his mother was different today, and the tenderness in her eyes seemed to overwhelm him.

"Is it 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 was definitely a dream, and he wished he could experience it every day.

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

"I live with my grandmother!" Neville said in one breath, which was what he had buried for a long time: "I have a good life, I have made many friends, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dean , Seamo... 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 kept trembling, and soon Frank Longbottom also woke up, he shook his drowsy head, saw his wife for the first time, and then saw a Xu Xu Nagging, 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..."

After half a minute, he fully understood what had happened, including the four Death Eaters who used the Cruciatus Curse to question Voldemort's whereabouts twelve years ago, were tortured madly, lived in St. Mungo's for treatment, and what happened over the years some major events.

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, it hurt, it hurt badly. 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, but 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 away 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 notified me, oh, I haven't introduced it yet, before Dairis Deventer became the headmaster of Hogwarts, She also worked as a therapist 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 the portraits of Hogwarts are Dumbledore's eyes and ears.

Dumbledore looked at the ward with interest: "Although when Dai Lisi told me, she said it was like the sky was falling-forgive my wording, I think St. Mungo's healers have a sentimental heart 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 won't make fun of myself at this time, today and the whole Christmas holiday belong to them. Instead, you, Fei Lix—"

"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 fighting spirit-will you put your eyes on On Potter? Or Weasley? Granger? Malfoy?"

"I won't."

"Because you succeeded, this is 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 a difference."

"Felix~IndoMTL.com~Love is the greatest power, but few wizards understand this truth, Voldemort does not, 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 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 now, including receiving gifts. Felix, find another time."

"What happened, is there anything I can do?" Felix asked, and Nick had communicated with him a lot less in the past 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 bear it." Stay sad."