Chapter 460 Treatment
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Neville knew that his parents had suffered deep pain, but he didn't know that this pain had always been with them.
He had also experienced the Cruciatus Curse. Although it was Draco who cast it, the pain still made him tremble just thinking about it.
But now, if I fail to cure them, I will let them suffer the same pain again...
Thinking of this, Neville closed his eyes in pain and said in a hoarse voice: "I want..."
"I think the Longbottoms would definitely not mind exchanging great pain for missing their children."
Tweel bent down to pick up the lunch box from the ground and gently placed it in Neville's hand.
"At least they can know that their children are working tirelessly to save them."
Neville opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Tver, his absent-minded eyes gradually gained focus, and finally became brighter and brighter.
Seeing this, Meriam Straw had no choice but to turn to Mrs. Longbottom for help, hoping that she could dissuade Neville.
"Ms. Augusta..."
"I agree!" Mrs. Longbottom said without hesitation.
"Neville has been preparing for this for more than a year. Even during the holidays, he has to carry a box of books home."
"To be honest, this is the first time I've seen him work so hard, and I don't want him to give up trying just because of the possibility of failure."
"What's more, my son and daughter-in-law cannot be defeated easily. I firmly believe this!"
"Okay, now that you say so," Straw sighed, "but I will watch from the sidelines. If anything happens, I will stop him."
"Thank you, Meliam. Frank and Alice will be very touched if they know what you have done for them." A hint of gratitude flashed in Ms. Augusta's eyes.
There are not many patients in this ward. The Longbottoms are the two who have lived here the longest, and Ms. Meliam has been taking care of them tirelessly.
Even more effort than any relative!
"This is what I should do, Augusta. After all, they are like this for the peace of the magical world."
Meliam seemed to think of the tragedy of the last war, and her voice couldn't help but lowered.
Lucius felt a little restless after hearing this. After all, he was once a Death Eater and the leader of the Death Eaters in the last war...
"Well, if you are ready, can you start the treatment as soon as possible? After all, I heard that there is a magic potion that cannot be left on for a long time..." He reminded with some embarrassment.
Neither Meliam nor Ms. Augusta gave him a good look, but they didn't say anything. Instead, they looked at Neville, as if asking for his opinion.
"I'm ready. Uncle Malfoy is right, we can't waste time."
Neville nodded firmly, looked at everyone in the ward, and then stopped at Draco.
"Draco, I need your help."
"I've been waiting for this, mate." Draco grinned happily.
Draco quickly followed Neville as he walked towards the Longbottoms, and then said in his ear: "Actually, I don't think there is any possibility of us failing."
"Thank you, but could you please prepare the potion? I don't understand those things very well yet."
Neville responded with a smile, and then slowed down as he approached his parents.
He took a deep breath, ignored everyone standing behind him curiously, and came to his father first.
As for Draco, after receiving Neville's request, he hurriedly took out some bottles and cans from his pocket and muttered: "It doesn't matter, I am responsible for this part anyway."
"These are used to strengthen the soul, these are used to protect memories, and these are used to relieve pain. So first of all, you must take the medicine that strengthens the soul. To be honest, only Professor Snape has this kind of potion. If it weren't for me..."
"Thank you."
Neville ignored his nervous nagging and took the bottle in his hand, but when he unscrewed the bottle, his slightly trembling hands revealed his restless heart.
Mrs. Longbottom sat numbly on the hospital bed.
Her face is now thin and haggard, her eyes are extremely big, her hair is white, messy and dry.
Her dull eyes were fixed on Neville's face without moving. Only when Neville handed the potion bottle to her lips, she raised her head slightly and swallowed it without any doubt.
"Now!" Draco screamed softly, clenching his hands into fists in excitement.
Without his reminder, Neville had already nimbly pulled out the wand, as if he had practiced it a thousand times, and gently touched the tip of the wand to the center of his mother's forehead.
It was as if a pebble had been thrown into a stagnant lake, and a ripple spread slowly around the place pointed by the wand, peaceful but powerful.
But in Alice Longbottom's mind, it was like a stormy sea!
Neville's magic entered his mother's mind along with his perception, but what he saw was a huge, chaotic soul!
These souls seemed to be people twisted by extreme pain, and these people constituted the soul of his mother!
If you look at it concretely, Neville's magic power is that of an ordinary kid, and what he has to face is a whole piece of Lego——
What Neville has to do is to reorganize and plan the fragments and put them back together into their original appearance!
Even though he was prepared, Neville was still shocked when he "saw" this scene.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked quickly as he watched Neville's body tremble with his eyes closed.
"Potion..."
Neville did not open his eyes, but whispered instructions in a trembling voice, and if Draco hadn't been so close, he wouldn't have been able to hear clearly.
Draco quickly raised the potion to protect his memory, but thinking that Neville could not escape from his current state, he had to remove the stopper himself and gently put it to Mrs. Longbottom's mouth.
"Draco...has never been so gentle to me..." Narcissa whispered with a complicated look on her face.
Lucius wanted to say something more, but she gave him a look - "You too." - and was speechless.
With the help of the potion, Neville seemed to have a blueprint. Although he still needed to put it together within a limited time, it was undoubtedly much simpler.
So he didn't dare to delay, and quickly controlled his magic power, trying to pull his mother's soul back on track.
"what--"
When her soul was touched, Mrs. Longbottom suddenly let out a shrill scream, which caught her off guard. Tweel's ears hurt from the scream.
Not to mention Neville, who opened his eyes suddenly and looked at his mother in panic, whose expression was twisted in pain.
"What should I do...as soon as I touch the soul..."
As soon as his hand loosened, he could hardly maintain the posture of holding the wand.
But the next second, a pair of big hands held his hand tightly and held it firmly.
"Don't be nervous, you are the only soul among them who does not resist." Tver comforted softly as if hugging Neville.
He had also experienced the Cruciatus Curse. Although it was Draco who cast it, the pain still made him tremble just thinking about it.
But now, if I fail to cure them, I will let them suffer the same pain again...
Thinking of this, Neville closed his eyes in pain and said in a hoarse voice: "I want..."
"I think the Longbottoms would definitely not mind exchanging great pain for missing their children."
Tweel bent down to pick up the lunch box from the ground and gently placed it in Neville's hand.
"At least they can know that their children are working tirelessly to save them."
Neville opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Tver, his absent-minded eyes gradually gained focus, and finally became brighter and brighter.
Seeing this, Meriam Straw had no choice but to turn to Mrs. Longbottom for help, hoping that she could dissuade Neville.
"Ms. Augusta..."
"I agree!" Mrs. Longbottom said without hesitation.
"Neville has been preparing for this for more than a year. Even during the holidays, he has to carry a box of books home."
"To be honest, this is the first time I've seen him work so hard, and I don't want him to give up trying just because of the possibility of failure."
"What's more, my son and daughter-in-law cannot be defeated easily. I firmly believe this!"
"Okay, now that you say so," Straw sighed, "but I will watch from the sidelines. If anything happens, I will stop him."
"Thank you, Meliam. Frank and Alice will be very touched if they know what you have done for them." A hint of gratitude flashed in Ms. Augusta's eyes.
There are not many patients in this ward. The Longbottoms are the two who have lived here the longest, and Ms. Meliam has been taking care of them tirelessly.
Even more effort than any relative!
"This is what I should do, Augusta. After all, they are like this for the peace of the magical world."
Meliam seemed to think of the tragedy of the last war, and her voice couldn't help but lowered.
Lucius felt a little restless after hearing this. After all, he was once a Death Eater and the leader of the Death Eaters in the last war...
"Well, if you are ready, can you start the treatment as soon as possible? After all, I heard that there is a magic potion that cannot be left on for a long time..." He reminded with some embarrassment.
Neither Meliam nor Ms. Augusta gave him a good look, but they didn't say anything. Instead, they looked at Neville, as if asking for his opinion.
"I'm ready. Uncle Malfoy is right, we can't waste time."
Neville nodded firmly, looked at everyone in the ward, and then stopped at Draco.
"Draco, I need your help."
"I've been waiting for this, mate." Draco grinned happily.
Draco quickly followed Neville as he walked towards the Longbottoms, and then said in his ear: "Actually, I don't think there is any possibility of us failing."
"Thank you, but could you please prepare the potion? I don't understand those things very well yet."
Neville responded with a smile, and then slowed down as he approached his parents.
He took a deep breath, ignored everyone standing behind him curiously, and came to his father first.
As for Draco, after receiving Neville's request, he hurriedly took out some bottles and cans from his pocket and muttered: "It doesn't matter, I am responsible for this part anyway."
"These are used to strengthen the soul, these are used to protect memories, and these are used to relieve pain. So first of all, you must take the medicine that strengthens the soul. To be honest, only Professor Snape has this kind of potion. If it weren't for me..."
"Thank you."
Neville ignored his nervous nagging and took the bottle in his hand, but when he unscrewed the bottle, his slightly trembling hands revealed his restless heart.
Mrs. Longbottom sat numbly on the hospital bed.
Her face is now thin and haggard, her eyes are extremely big, her hair is white, messy and dry.
Her dull eyes were fixed on Neville's face without moving. Only when Neville handed the potion bottle to her lips, she raised her head slightly and swallowed it without any doubt.
"Now!" Draco screamed softly, clenching his hands into fists in excitement.
Without his reminder, Neville had already nimbly pulled out the wand, as if he had practiced it a thousand times, and gently touched the tip of the wand to the center of his mother's forehead.
It was as if a pebble had been thrown into a stagnant lake, and a ripple spread slowly around the place pointed by the wand, peaceful but powerful.
But in Alice Longbottom's mind, it was like a stormy sea!
Neville's magic entered his mother's mind along with his perception, but what he saw was a huge, chaotic soul!
These souls seemed to be people twisted by extreme pain, and these people constituted the soul of his mother!
If you look at it concretely, Neville's magic power is that of an ordinary kid, and what he has to face is a whole piece of Lego——
What Neville has to do is to reorganize and plan the fragments and put them back together into their original appearance!
Even though he was prepared, Neville was still shocked when he "saw" this scene.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked quickly as he watched Neville's body tremble with his eyes closed.
"Potion..."
Neville did not open his eyes, but whispered instructions in a trembling voice, and if Draco hadn't been so close, he wouldn't have been able to hear clearly.
Draco quickly raised the potion to protect his memory, but thinking that Neville could not escape from his current state, he had to remove the stopper himself and gently put it to Mrs. Longbottom's mouth.
"Draco...has never been so gentle to me..." Narcissa whispered with a complicated look on her face.
Lucius wanted to say something more, but she gave him a look - "You too." - and was speechless.
With the help of the potion, Neville seemed to have a blueprint. Although he still needed to put it together within a limited time, it was undoubtedly much simpler.
So he didn't dare to delay, and quickly controlled his magic power, trying to pull his mother's soul back on track.
"what--"
When her soul was touched, Mrs. Longbottom suddenly let out a shrill scream, which caught her off guard. Tweel's ears hurt from the scream.
Not to mention Neville, who opened his eyes suddenly and looked at his mother in panic, whose expression was twisted in pain.
"What should I do...as soon as I touch the soul..."
As soon as his hand loosened, he could hardly maintain the posture of holding the wand.
But the next second, a pair of big hands held his hand tightly and held it firmly.
"Don't be nervous, you are the only soul among them who does not resist." Tver comforted softly as if hugging Neville.
