Ten minutes ago.

Neville returned to the ward expressionlessly and saw his parents sleeping quietly 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 from it, "This is Dad." He took out another doll, "This is Mom."

The third doll, “This is me.” The fourth doll, “This is grandmother.”

Neville placed the four dolls together and looked at them with satisfaction.

Actually, there is a doll in his schoolbag, but he doesn't want to take it out now, and it doesn't seem like he sees it.

There were only these four dolls in his eyes. As he looked at them, he smiled and couldn't stop tears from happening.

"Dad...Mom..." he whispered over and over again.

On the hospital bed, Alice Longbotton's fingers moved slightly, as if she had woken up from a long sleep. She opened her eyes. The first thing she saw in her eyes was a boy with a round face, who was crying.

She also saw the clay figure beside the table and heard the boy's soft call.

"Nar? Is it Nar?" Somewhere inside her was touched, and a strong feeling surged into her heart. She remembered the little baby in the cradle, and she also called him like this.

Neville raised his head, tears still draped on his face, which blurred his vision. He wiped the tears with the back of his hand and blinked hard.

"Mom?" Neville felt that today's mother was different, and the gentleness in her eyes seemed to be about to overwhelm him.

"Is it my Nar?" Alice Longbottom said excitedly.

"It's me, mom! You, have you recovered your memory?" Neville said dizzyly. If the first half was a nightmare, then the second half was definitely a beautiful dream. He wished he could experience it once a day.

Alice Longbottom looked at the ward and the clothes on her body, and understood something in her heart. Her tears couldn't stop gushing out, "Are you the only one in these years..."

"I live with my grandmother!" Neville said in one breath, which was what he buried for a long time: "I've lived a good life and met many friends, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dean, Seamo... and the sea, and the professors also liked me very much, although I'm a little stupid and have a bad memory..."

Alice listened quietly, her fingers trembling, and soon, Frank Longbotton woke up, shook his groggy head, saw his wife for the first time, and then saw a boy who was chattering, crying and laughing.

His wife became thinner and pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, and the hair on her head also lost its luster. He thought with pain.

A reserved message was touched, and he saw a young man with black hair and blue eyes talking to him: "Mr. Longbottom, I need to introduce myself..."

Half a minute later, he fully understood what happened, including their twelve years ago when they were forced by four Death Eaters to question Voldemort's whereabouts with a heart-wrenching curse, tortured, living in Saint Mungo for treatment, and some of the major events that have happened over the years.

He whispered, "Alice, is this Neville?" He looked at Neville, looking very much like his mother.

"He is our Nar." Alice said Neville's nickname.

"Dad?" Neville wiped his eyes. Not only did his mother recover, but his father recovered too. Isn't he really dreaming, he felt the sense of inreality again.

He pinched himself hard, and it hurt so much. But he was surrounded by a huge joy, and this strong emotion filled him with everything, leaving no place for the pain, and he felt that he was so happy that he exploded.

Frank Longbotton smiled gently, and he held his wife and stretched out his arm towards Neville: "Nar..."

Neville rushed over and burst into tears. He didn't want to endure it, but instead shouted loudly like showing off, constantly venting his inner joy, as if he had reached a certain limit.

boom!

The magic riot has arrived.

...

Felix's mood was extremely complicated. He tried his best to design but failed. The factors outside the plan contributed to the success of this matter.

He quietly retreated.

Old Lady Longbottom appeared at the door, stared at the scene inside, and cried with joy. "Frank, Alice, you... are so good."

Felix looked at them from afar, his expression became very strange. He resisted the idea of ​​running away in panic and moved away from here little by little, and finally saw Dumbledore's figure.

"Principal? Why are you here?"

Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone: "Dalice has her own portrait in St. Mungo, which she informed me, oh, I have not introduced it yet. She also served as the therapist for St. Mungo before Devint became the principal of Hogwarts."

Felix nodded silently. Every principal of Hogwarts was an elite wizard, and their portraits were hung in more than one place. Theoretically, all portraits of Hogwarts were Dumbledore's eyes and ears.

Dumbledore looked at the ward with interest: "Although when Dalis told me, she was like the sky was about to fall - forgive me for speaking, I think the therapists at St. Mungo all had a sentimental heart, but I was here at the right time, right?"

"Are you going in? Dumbledore Longbottoms has woken up. I guess you have a lot to say to them?" Felix just wants to leave here and be alone.

"No, Felix." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, "I won't be bored at this time. Today, and the whole Christmas holiday belong to them. Instead, you, Felix--"

"I'm a little worried about you," Dumbledore said.

"Worry about me?" Felix looked at him in surprise.

"On the way I came, I was wondering, if you fail, will there be a next attempt? You are not a person who can easily admit defeat, young and vigorous, and will you look at Porter? Or Weasley Granger Malfoy?"

"I won't."

"Because you succeeded, this is one of the best endings I'm looking forward to," Dumbledore said.

"You mean-"

"Longbaton activates his own magic of laziness because of love, not because of hatred." Dumbledore said.

"I didn't see any difference."

"Felix, love is the greatest power, but few wizards understand this truth, Voldemort doesn't, so he was defeated by a baby in a swagger."

"It sounds like you're here to teach me a class," Felix said.

"Felix, I just think you will understand the power of love," Dumbledore said. "Hate may make you stronger, but the belief in love and protection will make you go further."

Dumbledore left quickly, "I'm going to visit Nick." He said. Felix suddenly remembered the gift he was pressing in his hand: he took out a gift box from the ring: "Principal Dumbledore, please give it to Nick for me."

Dumbledore's expression became complicated, and he said sadly: "Nick is not in the mood to celebrate Christmas now, including receiving gifts. Felix, find another time."

"What happened, what can I do?" Felix asked, Nick's communication with him in the past month was much less.
Chapter completed!