Chapter 218 Awakening and the Price
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The Longbottoms woke up, their eyes were a little confused, as if they didn't know how they appeared here.
"Neville?"
Mr. Longbottom saw Neville, even though Neville was still young in the year of the accident.
But in his mind, there was the appearance of Neville visiting him every year, and the dazed state disappeared.
He called softly, cautiously.
Afraid that I am just dreaming, if I speak louder, this dream will be shattered.
Neville looked at them in disbelief. He imagined that one day, his parents would wake up and call him by his name like they were doing now.
Tears welled up in his eyes, "Mom and Dad."
Mrs. Longbottom also recovered, and they got up from the collapsed bed.
A hand slipped limply from Mr. Longbottom's wrist.
This scene made Neville stop in his tracks.
"John!"
Percy rushed forward, trying to wake John up.
The Longbottoms looked at John who was lying on the ground, and the appearance of this young man appeared in their minds.
"It's him?"
He and his wife looked at each other, and while they were in a daze, they heard a voice pulling them.
And the owner of the voice is John.
Madam Longbottom's heart ached, and she asked worriedly, "What's wrong with him?"
Neville's face turned pale, and he said, "John cured you."
But... something happened to John.
Mr. Longbottom didn't know what happened, but he knew that it took a lot of effort for his son and friend to heal himself.
In his memory, the scholars and doctors in the hospital came many times, but they were helpless about their situation.
Even Dumbledore couldn't help it.
Right now, John couldn't sleep well, and the joy of reuniting the family of three was not so obvious.
Neville looked like Mr. Longbottom, but his personality was like his mother.
Mrs. Longbottom was weeping with reproach. They couldn't help.
Percy took out all kinds of potions in a panic, his hand shook, and the potions fell to the ground.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
He kept cursing, which was completely different from the usual Percy image.
Kneeling and groping indiscriminately, he picked up bottles of potions.
"John, wake up."
Bottles of potions were drank, these were left over from John's premonition that something would happen.
With the bottom of the last bottle of potion, John still didn't wake up.
Percy's heart sank and he fell to the ground, completely lost.
Neville couldn't help it, and he wailed loudly, the mournful atmosphere haunting the Shrieking Shack.
Mr. Longbottom was still calmer. He held his wife's hand tightly and said, "This is Hogwarts, right? We can ask Dumbledore for help."
This sentence made the two people seem to see hope, and Percy was about to call someone.
"and many more."
A weak voice sounded, and Percy was taken aback for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating.
He looked back, John had already opened his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Don't look for Dumbledore, take me back."
"John, you're awake." Neville rushed forward, clutching John's shoulders with both hands, and said guiltily, "It's all me, it's all me."
"None of your business, Neville." John gasped. Since when did Neville become so strong, he smiled weakly, "We're friends, aren't we?"
Looking at Percy, John took a deep breath and said, "Percy, take the Longbottoms to Hogsmeade, where someone will escort the Longbottoms away. Don't disturb anyone."
Percy's worried look never disappeared, and he nodded when he heard this.
Ask the Longbottom couple who woke up to go, and explain the situation to them.
John didn't want to see Dumbledore, especially not in this state.
"Neville, take me to the Chamber of Secrets, be careful."
Neville nodded vigorously, and carefully carried John on his back.
The Whomping Willow passage is narrow, and you need to bend down to walk forward with a person on your back.
When they returned to the castle, Neville did not disturb the others.
He went into the secret room and put John down.
"Go back." Seeing that Neville didn't intend to go back, John waved his hand and said, "Don't arouse suspicion."
"I'll wait for you here." Neville said firmly, fearing that something would happen to John after he left.
John didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and signaled that he was fine. If the Gryffindors found out that Neville was not there, it might be a real problem.
After repeated urging, Neville was finally driven away.
The door of the secret room closed, and John stood up while holding the table.
"Neville is really a killer."
The pain in his body made him unable to breathe again. Although there was no harm to his body, the feeling was very uncomfortable.
"I almost got lost there, but fortunately I marked it in advance."
John glanced at the silver ring on his right hand. A barb pierced his finger, and the pain kept coming.
Thanks to this connection, John finds his way out of that white light.
After checking his physical condition, he couldn't help but frown. This time, he didn't cause the loss of soul, but it is inevitable to be weak for a period of time.
I clicked the armrest of the chair, and the whole chair fell backwards, quickly turning into a comfortable big bed.
The subtle influence of mind magic is more terrifying than the Imperius Curse. It can change a person's habits unconsciously.
After John lay down, many memories flooded his mind.
It was about the torture of the Longbottoms, that crazy Death Eater, a name popped into his head.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
"They tortured the Longbottoms, but Barty Jr. doesn't seem to be there."
That painful memory was the reason why the Longbottoms were like this, and because John had the longest contact with him, he also got the content of the memory.
Barty Jr. was sentenced, one of the charges was torturing the Aurors Longbottom and his wife.
Although Batty Jr. defended, Batty Sr. did not believe it.
"Maybe it's just a bad luck, but who cares?"
Rubbing the sore brows, John digested the memories in his mind.
Lestrange is one of the 28 sacred clans, and this lineage is dying.
Nothing good happened to them, and the rest of the family was squatting in Azkaban.
"Death Eaters, since you are loyal, it is very necessary to avoid this trouble."
From what Frank Longbottom could remember, the people of Lestrange were extremely loyal to Voldemort.
Even after Voldemort's downfall, he would still go to capture the Longbottoms regardless of the danger, trying to find out about Voldemort's whereabouts by torture.
John knew that Voldemort would be resurrected, so if these loyalists came out, it would definitely be a problem.
That being the case, John is ready to strike first.
"After Old Batty takes over, let him directly order the death eaters to be executed."
A sternness flashed in his eyes, and John thought of the information on the 28 sacred families he had collected, the Lestrange family.
This family originated in France, and now only the British branch remains.
Some families keep their property hidden in their homes, but many more have Gringotts.
Presumably the same is true for Lestrange. The wealth accumulated over the years will be ashes in Gringotts, so it is better to take advantage of himself.
"Even if you can come out, I don't think you can do anything if you don't have money."
Before that, John had to find a way to get something from the descendants of the Lestrange family.
This was not difficult for John. Pierce was the head of the Auror office, and it was not difficult to visit Azkaban.
Putting his mind on Wrights Ranger, John couldn't sleep because of the pain.
It hurt so bad all night.
The next day, the door to the secret room of the Stars Club was opened.
Daphne rushed in first, followed by Heinrich, and then Cedric and the others.
A large group of people came in, and a smile appeared on John's pale face.
There were tears in Daphne's eyes, and her hand was tightly grasping the hem of John's clothes.
"Can't die."
Reassuring Daphne, John looked up.
Neville was here too, and Daphne stared at him angrily.
"Okay." John stood up and staggered, he said with a smile: "Neville, you know that you need to pay for your actions, right?"
Neville shook his body, raised his head, and said seriously, "John, no matter what the price is, I'm willing to accept it."
"Very good," John picked up the two wands brought back by Heinrich and walked towards Neville. Neville had already made up his mind that even if John wanted to kill himself, he would not avoid it.
While everyone was watching, John placed both wands in Neville's hands.
"Remember to take good care of these two wands."
After all, John patted Neville on the shoulder.
Finished?
Neville couldn't believe it, and he yelled, "John, I did something wrong!"
John chuckled and said, "Then your price is to clean the Star Club every month from now on."
He said lightly: "This price is heavy enough, my friend."
As soon as the word "friend" came out, Neville's eyes turned red.
He tried hard not to make a fool of himself, his body trembling slightly.
Seeing that John was fine, the rest of the Star Club members also walked towards Neville.
They patted Neville on the shoulder, but none of them blamed.
When Malfoy passed by Neville's side, he let out a strange cry, "Neville, are you crying?"
Neville turned his head and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Malfoy grinned and said, "Have you forgotten what John said, the Star Club shares everything because we are friends."
. . .
"Neville?"
Mr. Longbottom saw Neville, even though Neville was still young in the year of the accident.
But in his mind, there was the appearance of Neville visiting him every year, and the dazed state disappeared.
He called softly, cautiously.
Afraid that I am just dreaming, if I speak louder, this dream will be shattered.
Neville looked at them in disbelief. He imagined that one day, his parents would wake up and call him by his name like they were doing now.
Tears welled up in his eyes, "Mom and Dad."
Mrs. Longbottom also recovered, and they got up from the collapsed bed.
A hand slipped limply from Mr. Longbottom's wrist.
This scene made Neville stop in his tracks.
"John!"
Percy rushed forward, trying to wake John up.
The Longbottoms looked at John who was lying on the ground, and the appearance of this young man appeared in their minds.
"It's him?"
He and his wife looked at each other, and while they were in a daze, they heard a voice pulling them.
And the owner of the voice is John.
Madam Longbottom's heart ached, and she asked worriedly, "What's wrong with him?"
Neville's face turned pale, and he said, "John cured you."
But... something happened to John.
Mr. Longbottom didn't know what happened, but he knew that it took a lot of effort for his son and friend to heal himself.
In his memory, the scholars and doctors in the hospital came many times, but they were helpless about their situation.
Even Dumbledore couldn't help it.
Right now, John couldn't sleep well, and the joy of reuniting the family of three was not so obvious.
Neville looked like Mr. Longbottom, but his personality was like his mother.
Mrs. Longbottom was weeping with reproach. They couldn't help.
Percy took out all kinds of potions in a panic, his hand shook, and the potions fell to the ground.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
He kept cursing, which was completely different from the usual Percy image.
Kneeling and groping indiscriminately, he picked up bottles of potions.
"John, wake up."
Bottles of potions were drank, these were left over from John's premonition that something would happen.
With the bottom of the last bottle of potion, John still didn't wake up.
Percy's heart sank and he fell to the ground, completely lost.
Neville couldn't help it, and he wailed loudly, the mournful atmosphere haunting the Shrieking Shack.
Mr. Longbottom was still calmer. He held his wife's hand tightly and said, "This is Hogwarts, right? We can ask Dumbledore for help."
This sentence made the two people seem to see hope, and Percy was about to call someone.
"and many more."
A weak voice sounded, and Percy was taken aback for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating.
He looked back, John had already opened his eyes, and said with difficulty: "Don't look for Dumbledore, take me back."
"John, you're awake." Neville rushed forward, clutching John's shoulders with both hands, and said guiltily, "It's all me, it's all me."
"None of your business, Neville." John gasped. Since when did Neville become so strong, he smiled weakly, "We're friends, aren't we?"
Looking at Percy, John took a deep breath and said, "Percy, take the Longbottoms to Hogsmeade, where someone will escort the Longbottoms away. Don't disturb anyone."
Percy's worried look never disappeared, and he nodded when he heard this.
Ask the Longbottom couple who woke up to go, and explain the situation to them.
John didn't want to see Dumbledore, especially not in this state.
"Neville, take me to the Chamber of Secrets, be careful."
Neville nodded vigorously, and carefully carried John on his back.
The Whomping Willow passage is narrow, and you need to bend down to walk forward with a person on your back.
When they returned to the castle, Neville did not disturb the others.
He went into the secret room and put John down.
"Go back." Seeing that Neville didn't intend to go back, John waved his hand and said, "Don't arouse suspicion."
"I'll wait for you here." Neville said firmly, fearing that something would happen to John after he left.
John didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and signaled that he was fine. If the Gryffindors found out that Neville was not there, it might be a real problem.
After repeated urging, Neville was finally driven away.
The door of the secret room closed, and John stood up while holding the table.
"Neville is really a killer."
The pain in his body made him unable to breathe again. Although there was no harm to his body, the feeling was very uncomfortable.
"I almost got lost there, but fortunately I marked it in advance."
John glanced at the silver ring on his right hand. A barb pierced his finger, and the pain kept coming.
Thanks to this connection, John finds his way out of that white light.
After checking his physical condition, he couldn't help but frown. This time, he didn't cause the loss of soul, but it is inevitable to be weak for a period of time.
I clicked the armrest of the chair, and the whole chair fell backwards, quickly turning into a comfortable big bed.
The subtle influence of mind magic is more terrifying than the Imperius Curse. It can change a person's habits unconsciously.
After John lay down, many memories flooded his mind.
It was about the torture of the Longbottoms, that crazy Death Eater, a name popped into his head.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
"They tortured the Longbottoms, but Barty Jr. doesn't seem to be there."
That painful memory was the reason why the Longbottoms were like this, and because John had the longest contact with him, he also got the content of the memory.
Barty Jr. was sentenced, one of the charges was torturing the Aurors Longbottom and his wife.
Although Batty Jr. defended, Batty Sr. did not believe it.
"Maybe it's just a bad luck, but who cares?"
Rubbing the sore brows, John digested the memories in his mind.
Lestrange is one of the 28 sacred clans, and this lineage is dying.
Nothing good happened to them, and the rest of the family was squatting in Azkaban.
"Death Eaters, since you are loyal, it is very necessary to avoid this trouble."
From what Frank Longbottom could remember, the people of Lestrange were extremely loyal to Voldemort.
Even after Voldemort's downfall, he would still go to capture the Longbottoms regardless of the danger, trying to find out about Voldemort's whereabouts by torture.
John knew that Voldemort would be resurrected, so if these loyalists came out, it would definitely be a problem.
That being the case, John is ready to strike first.
"After Old Batty takes over, let him directly order the death eaters to be executed."
A sternness flashed in his eyes, and John thought of the information on the 28 sacred families he had collected, the Lestrange family.
This family originated in France, and now only the British branch remains.
Some families keep their property hidden in their homes, but many more have Gringotts.
Presumably the same is true for Lestrange. The wealth accumulated over the years will be ashes in Gringotts, so it is better to take advantage of himself.
"Even if you can come out, I don't think you can do anything if you don't have money."
Before that, John had to find a way to get something from the descendants of the Lestrange family.
This was not difficult for John. Pierce was the head of the Auror office, and it was not difficult to visit Azkaban.
Putting his mind on Wrights Ranger, John couldn't sleep because of the pain.
It hurt so bad all night.
The next day, the door to the secret room of the Stars Club was opened.
Daphne rushed in first, followed by Heinrich, and then Cedric and the others.
A large group of people came in, and a smile appeared on John's pale face.
There were tears in Daphne's eyes, and her hand was tightly grasping the hem of John's clothes.
"Can't die."
Reassuring Daphne, John looked up.
Neville was here too, and Daphne stared at him angrily.
"Okay." John stood up and staggered, he said with a smile: "Neville, you know that you need to pay for your actions, right?"
Neville shook his body, raised his head, and said seriously, "John, no matter what the price is, I'm willing to accept it."
"Very good," John picked up the two wands brought back by Heinrich and walked towards Neville. Neville had already made up his mind that even if John wanted to kill himself, he would not avoid it.
While everyone was watching, John placed both wands in Neville's hands.
"Remember to take good care of these two wands."
After all, John patted Neville on the shoulder.
Finished?
Neville couldn't believe it, and he yelled, "John, I did something wrong!"
John chuckled and said, "Then your price is to clean the Star Club every month from now on."
He said lightly: "This price is heavy enough, my friend."
As soon as the word "friend" came out, Neville's eyes turned red.
He tried hard not to make a fool of himself, his body trembling slightly.
Seeing that John was fine, the rest of the Star Club members also walked towards Neville.
They patted Neville on the shoulder, but none of them blamed.
When Malfoy passed by Neville's side, he let out a strange cry, "Neville, are you crying?"
Neville turned his head and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Malfoy grinned and said, "Have you forgotten what John said, the Star Club shares everything because we are friends."
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