Half an hour later, Felix and Mrs. Longbottom stood in front of an old red brick department store, and the plaque showed its name 'Taotao Co., Ltd.', which looked deserted and deserted, with a large sign "closed business and decoration" hanging on the dusty door.

Felix was looking through the window at the several torn plastic dummies in front of him. One of them was the ugliest. Her movements were crooked, her eyelashes stuck to her face, and she was wearing a green nylon dress.

"I guess this place has never been opened?" he said in a sure tone.

"What stupid things are you saying, the Ministry of Magic has spent a lot of thoughts to find a suitable place." Old Mrs. Longbottom said absent-mindedly. Her hands were tangled together and she kept rubbing the strings in her red pockets. "Are you really sure, Professor Haypu? I have experienced too many disappointments over the years."

"I can't give a positive answer, ma'am. This is a compensation measure that I thought of temporarily, after all, my request may seem...not that close to humanity," Felix said.

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

"Is the magic riots growing up in the little wizards dangerous?" Felix asked back.

Mrs. Longbottom said with a serious expression: "You asked about my blind spots in knowledge. My experience tells me that every little wizard will go through this step, which is not a worry. But artificially created magic riot..." She shook her head, as if she felt incredible.

Felix explained: "Madam, maybe because I have a special physique. I have experienced more than one magic riot. Although this process is very uncomfortable, I have benefited from it.

In fact, I realized its value very early and made possible guesses. However, this experience belongs to me personally and has 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 him."

Felix curled up his lips, "No problem, madam."

Mrs. Longbottom said to the particularly ugly dummy: "I'll come to visit Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom." The dummy nodded slightly and waved to them.

The two of them immediately walked through the window glass and entered the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital.

Felix found himself in a waiting room and looked around with interest: a dozen male and female witches sat on shaking wooden chairs, two therapists in green robes documenting their symptoms.

On the front of the left is the inquiry desk, a blond-haired woman stood behind, and in front of her was a long line. Behind the woman was the sign of Saint Mungo, with crossed wands and bone patterns.

The surrounding walls were covered with portraits of the therapist and some tags.

At this moment, a middle-aged witch showed his right hand to the therapist, and a black kettle bit it tightly, and dark green blood oozed out from the wound. He yelled angrily—

"Can't you see it--cursed, I'm 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 so shaking that I can't see clearly." The young therapist holding the writing board looked carefully for a moment, "You're going to the fifth floor of the Curse Injury Department."

Felix read the sign: Usage Accident Section - First Floor (crucible explosion, wand fire, broom collision, etc.);

Biological Injury Department - Second Floor (stings, burns, pricks, etc.);

Strange pathogenic infection department - third floor (infectious diseases such as dragon acne, disappearance, lymphoid fungitis, etc.);

Pharmaceutical and Plant Poisoning Family - Fourth Floor (Rash, Gastric, Breathing, etc.);

Curse Damage Section - Fifth Floor (cannot remove spells, wrong spells, etc.);

Tea room and shop - sixth floor.

"We're going to the fifth floor," Mrs. Longbottom said to him, and they walked up a crooked staircase to the fifth floor platform, passing through some double door wards until they saw a long room—the doors were locked.

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

"Thank you, Mellim."

The therapist Melianm, who recited "Araho's Cave Open", took them into the room, crossed several beds, and walked to the innermost - there were two beds enclosed with flower curtains.

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

It was the first time that Felix saw the Longbatons. Both were wearing pajamas, with thin and haggard faces and half of their hair. Neville's father sat blankly at the head of the bed, as if he could sit like this until the end of the day, his eyes may turn; Neville's mother's reaction was more obvious, and she was holding a snack bag in her hand and reading it carefully.

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

"She was actually just looking at the pattern on it," said the therapist. "Most of the memories have disappeared, you should understand."

"Melim..." said the old lady Longbottom, "Can you give us some time?"

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

Mrs. Longbottom walked to the bed, grabbed Neville's mother's hand, and stroked the dry hair on her head. "This is also one of the sequelae of the heart-wrenching curse. It aging faster than ordinary people. I am worried that they will walk in front of me..."

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

"What, oh, of course, what do I need to do?" asked the old woman Longbottom nervously.

"Nothing is needed..." Felix snapped his fingers gently, and suddenly it was spinning. Everything in the room was twisting, and colors and shapes were entangled, like some kind of abstract painting.

But soon, everything returned to normal, no, not normal, Felix's expression was serious, and he tried to pull Neville's father into the thinking hut, and he did partly-

There was no problem in half of his space, but the other half was empty and there was only a broken world: in his sight was a dark black like the starry sky of the universe, darker than the thickest ink, and large pieces of memories were hanging in the air, they were broken, like curtains that were torn to pieces.

Felix stood at the edge of the room, looking at this weird scene, the misty fluorescence flashed from time to time, with men and women-

A baby with a small round face, Mrs. Longbottom, a few fierce faces, Dumbledore, an ugly man with fake eyes, Lupin, looks very much like the man who grew up Porter...
Chapter completed!