"What the hell do you want? I told you that any treatment has risks!" said the man's voice.

"But you promised me confidently! What did you say at that time? Everything is normal - as a result, Frank and Alice have been in a coma for two weeks and are still coughing up blood." said grandmother's voice.

"What can I do? You think from my perspective. The experts in the newspaper are holding my sore feet. I must get the test data quickly-"

"Test data? Those are two lives! They are my son and daughter-in-law, or the parents of Neville's child! Felix Hepp, you are Neville's teacher!"

Neville's heart seemed to be soaked in cold water, without any temperature, and his stomach kept churning. His fists couldn't help but clenched.

The bad man said, "I hope everything goes well, but everything is inevitable. Think about it carefully, they have just changed from moving corpses to motionless corpses, no difference is it?"

Neville's eyes turned red and his teeth creaked. How dare he say that to his parents... How dare he!

But grandmother's sad voice came: "I beg you, confirm again, you have done it, only you know the best..."

The vicious man said, "Sorry, because I know the most, I don't want to waste my time."

Grandma's voice became tough: "I was wrong, I shouldn't beg you. I will tell you what you did-"

The man sneered: "Madam, I want to remind you that your son and daughter-in-law were sentenced to death by St. Mungo. I just had the idea of ​​giving it a try. If it succeeds, there will be a lot of people who will thank me."

"Is that?" Grandma's voice said sarcastically: "You care about reputation, this is your weakness, but soon the public will see your true face and you will lose everything."

The man's voice became hesitant: "If you say this... it's right. Fame is a good wine and an attractive poison. I am always attracted by its fragrance. So, how should I deal with you?"

"All forgetting is empty? It's so simple. I came up with a better idea. To be honest, you have been pestering me for so long, which makes me quite annoyed. There are some spells I've wanted to try... I'm so slashing my heart!"

"No, no..." Neville widened his eyes, his joints turned white, and his face was full of fear. He heard the sound of his grandmother lying on the ground with a "bang" and moaned "ho~ho~" because of the pain.

"No!"

Anger destroyed all his sanity, and the door of the room suddenly exploded.

He saw two people in the ward. The man showed a surprised expression on his face. His hand stretched out his magic wand and stopped in the air. An old woman fell to the ground, and her pointed hat fell to the ground with a lifeless look.

"Grandmother!" Neville ran over and tried to lift her head, but she immediately showed a painful expression. He stopped at a loss, looking at the culprit in front of him, and his wand pointed at her: "Stop quickly! Professor."

"Stop?" The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see his expression, "Why?"

Navi looked at him incredibly, his whole body was surrounded by a huge absurdity, making him feel the truth, as if he was dreaming, "What are you talking about? You, you are a professor... Why do you use that spell?"

"Diamond?" said the man's voice, and Navi trembled for a moment, and the man laughed softly: "Are you still forget it? Or... the other two unforgivable curses?"

He said calmly, as if in class: "Navi, I have a deep connection with the Unforgivable Mantra. When I was in school, I learned these three mantras - the Heart-Diapping Mantra, the Soul-Snatching Mantra, and the Life-Surveying Mantra."

"I have always wanted to find someone to try, but my heart is too soft. Now I think about it, what kind of spell can't be killed? Qingshui and the spring can do it."

Neville looked at him tremblingly, as if he had recognized his face for the first time.

"Don't look at me like this, learn to respect professors, right?" the man said.

"You are not my professor!" Neville roared, took out his wand from his pocket and pointed it at him, but the next second, his wand was pulled away.

"Silent disarming curse, I'll teach you, Neville. Maybe you can try to get angry?"

Neville immediately pulled out a second wand from behind - he had been carrying two wands, father's, and his own. The angry emotions made him silently use a coma curse, but was blocked by a wave of his hand, and the man said, "It's too weak, Neville. You're not angry enough-"

A thin layer of magic barrier flew towards Neville and directly knocked him away.

Neville got up from the ground and looked at him unyieldingly.

"I don't like your eyes...so, you're so stolen! stolen!"

Grandma screamed in pain, Neville's eyes widened in horror, and she tried her best to block her. The expected pain did not appear. He didn't have time to tell. He had to do something to delay time? Yes, delay time!

He was going to watch the man get caught, just like the Death Eaters.

Neville used his brain hard, and his mind had never turned so quickly: "I trust you so much...I regard you as a role model..."

He recited the most familiar thing recently, regardless of the fact that it was a small story, and the story itself originated from this man-

"Nar is a clumsy man. This clumsy was told by others, and over time, he himself thought so.

Nar likes to fiddle with soil dolls. He has a natural sensitivity to different types of soil characteristics. He likes to watch black, red, brown, white, gray, and various colors of soil form little by little in his hands, turning into exquisite and cute shapes.

This kind of love is not stressful, and when Nal is sad, it can bring him comfort.

His parents are very busy and don’t accompany him very much. Even the most important Christmas is just a hurry to meet him. His biggest wish is that they can spend more time with him."

Neville recited regardless of the matter until he found that the wand opposite him had been put down. Grandma's deep voice came from beside him: "Forget it, Mr. Happ, forget it..."

Neville watched her grandmother get up from the ground and the professor walked out of the shadow.

More than ten minutes later—

Neville was so arrogant that Mrs. Longbottom coaxed him, and Felix looked at him awkwardly, "Neville—"

Neville turned his face and looked at him, holding the corner of his clothes tightly in his hand.

"Why do you lie to me?" he said angrily.

"This is part of the plan," said Mrs. Longbottom, "for-"

"Precaution me, Mrs. Longbottom." Felix said, looking at Neville: "This stems from a ridiculous idea when I was in school. I have experienced several magic riots, which have brought me great benefits. I had imagined whether it could artificially promote magic riots..."

"But I've never seen an instance in anyone else until a few months ago, in Diagon Alley, I met Porter."

"Harry?" Neville asked suddenly.

"Yes, he experienced a very painful thing at that time, so a magic riot broke out. I convinced him to test it with me... Until I found you again, I guess your magic activity was not high when you were young. In other words, it was too lazy, which made you very difficult to learn magic..."

"The same is true for you, aren't you?" Neville said stiffly.

"What's the same?" Felix looked at him.

"The one you said, the magic riot." Neville said, his calm at this moment: "It sounds like it needs to be greatly stimulated, and you just tried to anger me again and again. So I ask you, are you the same?"

Felix looked at him calmly, "You are right, so do I."

Neville stood up with a stern face, "So, what Aunt Mellim said was also arranged by you? Everything is acting?"

"No, Neville—" said the old lady Longbottom.

Neville looked at Felix stubbornly: "I want you to tell me in person."

"I didn't make this arrangement, but-" Felix said: "I was right next to me when they talked."

Neville suddenly said, "I'm going back to the ward, be alone and be quiet for a while." He picked up the schoolbag on the ground, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

The room fell into death.

After a long time, Felix admitted: "The moment he exploded the door, I thought we had succeeded."

Mrs. Longbottom said tiredly, "Maybe it shouldn't be from the beginning..." She pursed her lips, "I used to ask too much of him. I hope that the child can become an Auror like his father, but in fact, it's good to be ordinary."

"I don't think so, ma'am. Dumbledore once warned me not to play with people's hearts," Felix said. "But who can escape the control of people's hearts? I don't agree with this failure. We almost succeeded, if we could do better-"

Mrs. Longbottom looked at him and said hesitantly: "Mr. Happ?"

"I didn't think there was something wrong with my thinking. From the initial design to--" Felix suddenly stopped, his eyes protruded, and he turned his head incredibly to look at the air on one side, and his vision seemed to penetrate the space. Then, he ran out of the room, turned around the corner, and stared at a ward at the end of the corridor on the other side.

Felix knocked on his forehead. From the black and white perspective, a powerful and gentle magic tide spread out from it. The pure white light was without any impurities, constantly impacting his inherent concepts.

"Is this - what's wrong?" said the old lady Longbottom in panic.

Felix did not answer. He walked step by step toward the ward where Longbottoms were and opened the door. He saw Neville rushing into the arms of a woman and crying loudly. A man with a gentle expression was holding the woman and Neville. They could not hide their tiredness and were still wearing sick clothes, but the love in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Various scattered small ornaments in the room floated in the air, making a "buzzing" sound. Several patients in the bed next to them were bathed in the warm light, becoming the best footnote to answer Felix's questions.
Chapter completed!