A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Ten minutes ago.

Neville returned to the ward blankly and saw his parents who were still sleeping peacefully on the bed, his heart softened.

"Dad...Mom..." he called softly.

He knew that he would not get a response, so he just opened the schoolbag and took out a clay doll from it, "This is Dad." He took out another doll, "This is Mom."

The third puppet, "This is me." The fourth puppet, "This is grandmother."

Neville put the four dolls together and looked at it with satisfaction.

In fact, there is a doll in his schoolbag, but he doesn't want to take it out now, nor does he seem to see it.

There were only these four dolls in his eyes. Looking at it, he smiled, and tears couldn't stop.

"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 eyes was a boy with a round face. He was Crying nose.

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

"Gnar? Is it Gnar?" She was touched somewhere in her heart, and strong emotions surged into her heart. She thought of the little baby in the cradle, calling him the same way.

Neville raised his head, there were still tears hanging on his face, which made his vision a little blurred. He wiped the tears with the back of his hand and blinked vigorously.

"Mom?" Neville felt that today's mother was different, and the gentleness in his eyes seemed to drown him.

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

"It's me, mother! You, have you recovered your memory?" Neville said dazedly. If the first half is a nightmare, then the second half is definitely a dream. He can't wait to experience it once a day.

Alice Longbottom looked at the ward and the clothes on her body, and 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 a single breath. This is what he has buried for a long time: "I have a good life. I have made many friends, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dean, Seamus. ... And the sea, and the professors also like me very much, although I am a little stupid and have a bad memory..."

Alice listened quietly, her fingers trembling constantly, and soon Frank Longbottom woke up too, he shook his groggy head, saw his wife at first sight, and then he saw a chatter, and again. Crying and laughing boy.

The wife became thin and pale, as if she had recovered from a serious illness, and the hair on her head had lost its luster. He thought distressedly.

A reserved message was touched. 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 had happened, including the fact that they were forced to ask about Voldemort's whereabouts by four Death Eaters twelve years ago, were tortured mad, lived in St. Mungo for treatment, and some major events that had happened over the years. .

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

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

"Dad?" Neville wiped his eyes. Not only was his mother healed, but his father was healed too? Isn't he really dreaming? He felt unreality again.

He pinched himself hard, it hurts, it hurts badly. But he was surrounded by a huge joy. This strong emotion filled all of him, leaving no place for the pain. He felt that he was about to be happy enough to explode.

Frank Longbottom smiled gently. He embraced his wife and stretched out his arms towards Neville: "Gnar..."

Neville rushed over and cried loudly. He didn't want to be patient. Instead, he shouted loudly as if showing off, constantly venting his inner joy, as if he had reached a certain limit——

boom!

The magic riot came.

...

Felix's mood was extremely complicated. He tried his best to design but it didn't work. Factors outside the plan contributed to the success of this event.

He quietly retreated.

The old lady Longbottom appeared at the door, staring at the scene inside, weeping with joy. "Frank, Alice, you guys... are so kind."

Felix looked at them from a distance, his expression turned very strange. He resisted the thought of fleeing, and moved a little bit to leave here, only to see Dumbledore's figure.

"Principal? Why are you here?"

Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone: "Dailys had a portrait of herself in St. Mungo, and she informed me, oh, I haven’t introduced it yet. Before Dalys Dewent became the principal of Hogwarts, she had Serve as St Mungo’s therapist."

Felix nodded silently. Every principal at Hogwarts was an elite wizard, and their portraits were 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: "Even though Dalys told me it was like the sky was falling down—forgive my wording, I think St. Mungo’s therapists have a sentimental heart. But I came at the right time, didn't I?"

"Are you going in, Dumbledore? The Longbottoms are already awake, you must have a lot to say to them?" Felix just wanted to leave here, quietly.

"No, Felix." Dumbledore blinked his azure blue eyes. "I won't be boring at this time. Today and the entire Christmas holiday belong to them. Instead, it's you, Felix— —"

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

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

"On the way here, I was thinking, if you fail, will you have another try? You are not a person who is easy to give up, young and vigorous, and full of fighting spirit-will you put your sight on Potter On? Or Weasley? Granger? Malfoy?"

"I do not know."

"Because you succeeded, this is one of the best endings I expected." Dumbledore said.

"you mean--"

"Longbottom activated the magic of inertia because of love, not because of hatred." Dumbledore said.

"I didn't see any difference."

"Felix~www.readwn.com~ Love is the greatest power, but few wizards understand this. Voldemort doesn't understand, so he was defeated by a baby in a swaddle."

"It sounds like you came here specifically to give me 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 guardianship will make you go further."

Dumbledore left soon, "I'm going to see Nick." He said. Felix suddenly remembered the gift he was holding in his hand: he took a gift box from the ring: "Principal Dumbledore, please pass it to Nick for me."

Dumbledore’s expression became more complicated, and he said sadly: "Nick is not in the mood for Christmas, including receiving gifts. Felix, find another time."

"What happened, is there anything I can do?" Felix asked, Nick had a lot less communication with him 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 were prepared for this, but when it happened, we couldn't help feeling sad. "