Back at the office, Hogwarts under the night sky seemed particularly quiet, and the forbidden forest in the distance was deeper than the night. Felix carefully looked at the eight-eyed giant spider in the large glass cover and recorded the latest data.

"Witch, when are you going to let me go back?" said the eight-eyed giant spider squeaked.

"It's almost done, wait for the experiment to be completed." Felix said perfunctorily.

...

After spending the next Friday teaching routine, the second weekend after school started, Felix was dressed neatly and came to Hogsmeade Village with time.

He deliberately passed through the main entrance of the school and saw the existence of dementors while on both sides of the cast iron gate.

This thing was even more evil than he thought. It seemed to be carrying a rolling cold wave on his body. As soon as he got closer, he would involuntarily stiffen his body and feel a rapid and terrible mood.

After Felix consciously operated the brain closure surgery, the influence of the dementors on him plummeted, and these cloaked monsters wearing ragged cloth strips seemed to have lost interest in him.

But he doubled his malice towards this creature and had a strong impulse to destroy.

Pushing open the door to Mrs. Paddiff’s teahouse, Felix came to this place, which was called a ‘dating place’ by Hogwarts students, to some extent, a hazy beauty.

The interior is filled with mist, the layout is broken and cramped, and all the ornaments inside are decorated with slightly tacky lace lace.

Felix doesn't like this decorative style very much, but it must be admitted that the owner creates a good atmosphere.

In addition to a few young pairs of male and female witches, he also found several individual guests enjoying refreshments, which made him feel relieved. He came to the counter and saw a smiling, chubby middle-aged witch.

"Madame Paddif?"

"It's me, my dear, what are you going to do?" said Mrs. Pardif, who was wearing a black bun.

"Check the appointment information for me, and Ms. Augusta Longbottom at ten o'clock."

Mrs. Padiff lowered her head and looked at the records that only she could understand, "It is true, she told me that at 10 o'clock in the morning, you were a quarter of an hour ahead of the booth next to the window."

"I know, give me a cup of coffee first. Which location is it?" Felix said.

"Just on your left, walk along the aisle, next to that small round table, there is a menu of lace bows."

Felix sat in his seat and looked at the gray window. His index finger pointed at it on it. The glass was dizzy and the area was as big as a palm, so he could clearly see outside.

He thought about his thoughts silently. During his conversation with Lupin on Thursday night, he accidentally discovered the traces of Harry and the other two, so he deliberately guided Lupin to tell the story of his pro-era era.

‘I don’t know if Harry can bear it, but the cruel truth is better than the false stability. Whether it is decadence or rising up, it is your own choice, and you can’t blame others at all.’

About seven or eight minutes later, he saw an old woman holding a big red handbag appearing on the street corner.

As soon as she entered the door, she asked Paddif loudly, if anyone had come, Mrs. Paddif pointed at his position and said a few words, then the old woman strode over.

Felix stood up and shook her hands, "Hello, Mrs. Longbottom."

"You are good, Professor Happ, we have met once in the summer." Mrs. Longbottom stretched out a dry, eagle-like hand, then she took off her tall hat with an old-fashioned specimen pattern, placed it together with a red handbag, and sat opposite him.

Mrs. Pardif brought a cup of black tea, "As your habit, Mrs. Longbottom."

"Oh, Paddiff, you're still so considerate," said Mrs. Longbottom, looking at the coffee in front of Felix and suggesting him: "The black tea here is good, I like it very much, you can try it."

"There will be a chance, ma'am," Felix said.

After some greetings, the two got to the point. Felix said: "Madam, you should have received my letter. Neville's wand seems to have inherited from his father and is not easy to use."

Mrs. Longbottom stirred the black and red tea with a small spoon, "You are right, child."

Felix paused and said tentatively: "Maybe I don't understand the tradition of the Longbotton family, maybe..."

"No, no." Mrs. Longbottom pursed her lips tightly, "It was the child of Neville who insisted."

Felix was a little disbelief with the slightly slow reaction, introverted and cowardly little round face?

He looked at her calmly, silently silently.

Mrs. Longbottom thought, "This is not a shame. My son and daughter-in-law were tortured by Voldemort's men. They lived in St. Mungo Hospital all year round. Neville grew up with me. Before going to school, I took him to St. Mungo to visit his parents every other week..."

"Wait, you mean, his parents are still alive?"

"Of course!" said Mrs. Longbottom proudly, "they were tortured by the four Death Eaters scum, and used the pilogue... few people can survive, but they are good, Frank and Alice, I must say, they are good!"

Her voice rumbled, attracting many people's attention.

"Diamond Curse..." Felix repeated gently.

"It is this spell, one of the unforgivable spells, which can make you live worse than death." Mrs. Longbottom said: "Frank and Alice are the most courageous people I have ever met. They didn't reveal a word. I am proud of them, but I am a little regretful... Even though Voldemort is dead, I still remember Frank said that he would celebrate the victory."

She held up the black tea cup and covered her face.

After two or three minutes, she calmed down. Except for her eyes a little red, the expression on her face seemed even more proud, "We've off topic and wasted your time, Professor Haypu."

"It's nothing, I admire those who are determined," Felix said.

"Thank you. Where did we talk about it, wand? Oh yes, wand."

"About Neville was four or five years old, he came back from the hospital, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and turned out his father's wand. It was hidden by me. The core of the wand was unicorn hair, and he was particularly loyal."

"I thought he was on a whim and went with him. But he had been holding it since then. When school started, I wanted to buy a wand with him, but he refused to die, saying that he wanted to carry his father's wand."

"Didn't you persuade him, ma'am?"

"I tried it. This kid is usually quite cowardly, but he is particularly persistent in this matter. Moreover, before school started, he successfully released a simple spell with the wand. Judging from his previous performance, it was a miracle... I agreed."

Felix thought for a while and suggested that she said, "Maybe you can buy another wand. As for Neville's father's one, let it be used as a spare wand."

Mrs. Longbottom said with a stern expression: "I don't think changing a magic wand will help him. The report card he got back this summer vacation made me feel ashamed! I didn't inherit the talent of his parents at all. I once suspected that he was a squin. It was not until an accident that he showed his magical talent."

Felix said gently: "But as you said, he is not a genius at all. Some influences will bring huge changes, let alone a magic wand?"

He took out a stack of parchment from the ring, "This is a manifestation of Neville's learning of the mantra in duel class, which he recorded himself. The data above are unexpectedly honest and also give me a clearer understanding of his situation."

"From the data, Neville learns a spell three to five times slower than ordinary people. It is hard to say whether it is due to a wand..."

Mrs. Longbottom looked carefully and flipped over one by one. In addition to Neville's handwriting, there were another person's drawings and summary words. After a while, she raised her head, "You convinced me, Professor Hayp, Neville is really his greatest luck to meet you."
Chapter completed!