Chapter 318 The Sword of Marvolo and Saint Mungo
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"It's like you've never been hurt."
The Longbottoms need a review.
They went to St. Mungo's for a follow-up, and the therapist examined him and said with emotion: "This is nothing short of a miracle, Longbottom."
"No one ever recovers from that."
Even permanent magic damage can be healed, and the healer almost wants to learn from that person.
Mr. Longbottom is also very fortunate that he and his wife can return to normal in his lifetime.
They even now feel that they are dreaming. If this is a dream, then it must be a very beautiful dream.
Mr. Longbottom held his wife's hand tightly, and his wife smiled very sweetly.
"Neville?"
Neville accompanied his parents. Here, he met Harry and others who were visiting the injured Mr. Weasley.
Hermione looked at the Longbottoms in surprise, and Neville introduced, "This is my parents."
"Hello, Mr. Longbottom, Mrs. Longbottom." Hermione said hastily.
Ron and Harry looked at them, especially Harry.
He learned from Moody about the tragedy of the Longbottoms.
But now the two look no different from normal people.
It's not like being tortured at all.
Neville's face was full of happiness, which made Harry envious.
At this moment, Harry felt a slight pain on his forehead. He touched the scar and frowned.
Hermione noticed this scene and quickly asked, "What's the matter, Harry, your scar hurts again?"
"Harry Potter." Mr. Longbottom looked at Harry complicatedly.
They used to be members of the Order of the Phoenix, even the main force.
After Voldemort's fall, they were tortured by the Death Eaters. Before that, they knew Harry's existence.
"You look a lot like your father." Mr. Longbottom said with emotion.
Harry looked at the cloth-wrapped strip on one side, where he saw a faint glow.
"What's that?" He asked in pain.
Neville was taken aback for a moment, followed his gaze, and his face changed.
He quickly stepped forward and opened the cloth strip, revealing something that surprised everyone.
"The Sword of Gryffindor." Harry recognized what it was.
On the sword at this moment, the red gemstone was shining brightly.
Harry let out a gasp, his scar hurting even more.
"Get that thing off!" Ron yelled.
Neville hastily drew his sword out.
Strangely, after taking it out for a while, the red light on the sword dimmed.
Neville looked around, and when he took it back in, Harry's scar stopped hurting and the sword didn't light.
"what happened?"
Even Neville was confused. He tested it several times, but the result was still the same.
He didn't notice that when he took out the sword, a pair of eyes were fixed on them.
Then, the owner of the eyes walked away quickly with panicked steps.
Harry wondered why the sword of Gryffindor made his scar ache.
He hesitated for a while, then asked, "Neville, can you lend me that sword?"
Neville thought for a moment, then handed Harry the sword.
With Neville watching, Harry picked up the sword, and the scar didn't hurt, and the gem didn't light up.
Both of them have doubts.
Harry held the sword, and a strange thought came to his mind.
"This is not the sword of Gryffindor."
Although the appearance looks the same, he just has a feeling that this sword is not genuine.
Neville also confirmed his conjecture, saying, "This sword is called Marvolo's Sword."
"Marvolo?" Harry felt the name sound familiar.
He didn't think about it, after returning the sword to Neville, the two chatted about recent events.
Mr. Longbottom was worried about Mr. Weasley being attacked. Harry asked, "Mr. Longbottom, don't you plan to continue being an Auror?"
Mr. Longbottom used to be an Auror, the best kind, and the idol of many Aurors.
After the treatment, Mr Longbottom showed no intention of returning to work.
In fact, Harry wanted to ask if he would return to the Order of the Phoenix, but since no one else in the Order of the Phoenix had made a statement, he didn't say anything.
Mr. Longbottom pondered for a while, thinking of his son telling himself many times not to return to the Order of the Phoenix, he said: "We are not as good as before."
They have been ill for too long, and their physical fitness is not as good as before.
Harry felt a little pity. Judging from Moody's words, the Longbottoms were very powerful.
He wondered if the rest of the Order knew about the Longbottoms' recovery.
After checking their health, the Longbottoms are ready to say goodbye.
Neville didn't see it when he walked out of the hospital, and the sword flickered.
The Longbottoms needed to get to know the world again, so Neville took them to Knockturn Alley.
Mr. Longbottom said in disbelief: "After Voldemort's downfall, this place is still full of Death Eaters and dark wizards. I never thought it would become so good."
"It's a pity that the overturned garden is being repaired today. You should really see it." Neville said with great regret.
...
The advantage of having magic is that no matter how badly it is damaged, it can be repaired quickly.
In less than half a day, the overturned garden has been restored.
John is in the Silver Hand Manor, and he needs to face the old Batty who is asking questions.
"Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand, you should have told me."
Old Barty had received news at the Ministry of Magic about what had happened in the Overturned Gardens and the devastation after the great battle.
Instead of involving the Aurors, he came to Silverhand Manor to find Johnny Silverhand.
It was about the Death Eaters, and he felt that he shouldn't be so reckless.
At least after the Ministry of Magic intervenes, it might be possible to catch them all in one go.
Wearing a silver mask, John looked at the angry old Batty, walked over and chuckled, "Old Batty, I think we should celebrate."
"Celebrate?" Old Barty laughed angrily, "Celebrate that you just had a fight with Death Eaters?"
"No, no, no," John pressed Old Batty's shoulders, pressed him on the seat, snapped his fingers and flew two wine glasses, "We should celebrate what we have gained after this incident."
"Harvest?" Old Barty thought about it, could it be that Johnny Silver Hand caught the Death Eater again?
Pour the mellow wine into the wine glass, and John handed it to Batty, saying meaningfully: "Through this incident, your son will become less rebellious."
Old Batty's expression changed, "What does this have to do with him?"
"The Death Eaters are here for your son." John sat on the chair, shaking the red wine glass, and through the swaying liquid, he saw the change in old Barty's expression.
Like wine, his expression kept rising and falling.
Old Batty said in a deep voice, "How is he?"
Since taking office, Batty Sr. has tried hard not to think about that son.
In his opinion, it would be nice if this son could live in a certain corner of the world, and he never expected to restore the relationship between father and son.
He had personally seen little Batty's resentment towards him, and there was almost no room for change.
If it is possible to save father and son...
Old Batty didn't dare to think about it, he snorted coldly: "That unworthy son, he is still charged with the felony of torturing Longbottom Auror!"
Seeing that old Batty was still talking hard, John sat up straight and said with deep meaning: "Have you ever thought that your son is not lying."
"What?" Old Batty was surprised.
John put down his glass, "He didn't torture the Longbottoms, he was just a poor guy passing by."
"A... poor wretch who begged his father to believe in him."
Old Batty's glass fell, and the shattered wine glass spilled wine on his trouser legs.
Old Batty looked dazed, and muttered to himself: "Impossible, he's right there, and they're there to catch him."
"Maybe you don't believe me," John said, looking at old Batty, "but you need to believe the other two."
"Who?" Barty Sr. asked.
John said a word.
"The Longbottoms."
"Impossible, they already..." Old Batty subconsciously retorted.
"They've recovered," John said to old Batty in disbelief, "and out of the hospital. You can go to St. Mungo's to check."
The news came as a bolt from the blue.
Old Batty even lost his facial expression management. He stood up and sat down.
After repeating it several times, John said, "Old Batty, it's not suitable to talk about today, you can go to St. Mungo's to check."
He could see that Batty Sr. was fidgeting.
After John spoke, Old Batty walked out of the study immediately.
He needed to find out one thing, whether the Longbottoms had recovered, and whether his son was involved in that case that night.
If, as Johnny Yinshou said, Little Barty was wronged, then how should he face the child whose soul has been taken for more than ten years.
Tell him, was it because of my official career that I hurriedly separated from him, or did I tell him that I rescued him because of my father's love?
He didn't dare to think about it, at least not now.
He left in a hurry and almost stepped on the carriage when he got on the carriage.
The embarrassed appearance does not look like the Minister of Magic.
...
The Longbottoms need a review.
They went to St. Mungo's for a follow-up, and the therapist examined him and said with emotion: "This is nothing short of a miracle, Longbottom."
"No one ever recovers from that."
Even permanent magic damage can be healed, and the healer almost wants to learn from that person.
Mr. Longbottom is also very fortunate that he and his wife can return to normal in his lifetime.
They even now feel that they are dreaming. If this is a dream, then it must be a very beautiful dream.
Mr. Longbottom held his wife's hand tightly, and his wife smiled very sweetly.
"Neville?"
Neville accompanied his parents. Here, he met Harry and others who were visiting the injured Mr. Weasley.
Hermione looked at the Longbottoms in surprise, and Neville introduced, "This is my parents."
"Hello, Mr. Longbottom, Mrs. Longbottom." Hermione said hastily.
Ron and Harry looked at them, especially Harry.
He learned from Moody about the tragedy of the Longbottoms.
But now the two look no different from normal people.
It's not like being tortured at all.
Neville's face was full of happiness, which made Harry envious.
At this moment, Harry felt a slight pain on his forehead. He touched the scar and frowned.
Hermione noticed this scene and quickly asked, "What's the matter, Harry, your scar hurts again?"
"Harry Potter." Mr. Longbottom looked at Harry complicatedly.
They used to be members of the Order of the Phoenix, even the main force.
After Voldemort's fall, they were tortured by the Death Eaters. Before that, they knew Harry's existence.
"You look a lot like your father." Mr. Longbottom said with emotion.
Harry looked at the cloth-wrapped strip on one side, where he saw a faint glow.
"What's that?" He asked in pain.
Neville was taken aback for a moment, followed his gaze, and his face changed.
He quickly stepped forward and opened the cloth strip, revealing something that surprised everyone.
"The Sword of Gryffindor." Harry recognized what it was.
On the sword at this moment, the red gemstone was shining brightly.
Harry let out a gasp, his scar hurting even more.
"Get that thing off!" Ron yelled.
Neville hastily drew his sword out.
Strangely, after taking it out for a while, the red light on the sword dimmed.
Neville looked around, and when he took it back in, Harry's scar stopped hurting and the sword didn't light.
"what happened?"
Even Neville was confused. He tested it several times, but the result was still the same.
He didn't notice that when he took out the sword, a pair of eyes were fixed on them.
Then, the owner of the eyes walked away quickly with panicked steps.
Harry wondered why the sword of Gryffindor made his scar ache.
He hesitated for a while, then asked, "Neville, can you lend me that sword?"
Neville thought for a moment, then handed Harry the sword.
With Neville watching, Harry picked up the sword, and the scar didn't hurt, and the gem didn't light up.
Both of them have doubts.
Harry held the sword, and a strange thought came to his mind.
"This is not the sword of Gryffindor."
Although the appearance looks the same, he just has a feeling that this sword is not genuine.
Neville also confirmed his conjecture, saying, "This sword is called Marvolo's Sword."
"Marvolo?" Harry felt the name sound familiar.
He didn't think about it, after returning the sword to Neville, the two chatted about recent events.
Mr. Longbottom was worried about Mr. Weasley being attacked. Harry asked, "Mr. Longbottom, don't you plan to continue being an Auror?"
Mr. Longbottom used to be an Auror, the best kind, and the idol of many Aurors.
After the treatment, Mr Longbottom showed no intention of returning to work.
In fact, Harry wanted to ask if he would return to the Order of the Phoenix, but since no one else in the Order of the Phoenix had made a statement, he didn't say anything.
Mr. Longbottom pondered for a while, thinking of his son telling himself many times not to return to the Order of the Phoenix, he said: "We are not as good as before."
They have been ill for too long, and their physical fitness is not as good as before.
Harry felt a little pity. Judging from Moody's words, the Longbottoms were very powerful.
He wondered if the rest of the Order knew about the Longbottoms' recovery.
After checking their health, the Longbottoms are ready to say goodbye.
Neville didn't see it when he walked out of the hospital, and the sword flickered.
The Longbottoms needed to get to know the world again, so Neville took them to Knockturn Alley.
Mr. Longbottom said in disbelief: "After Voldemort's downfall, this place is still full of Death Eaters and dark wizards. I never thought it would become so good."
"It's a pity that the overturned garden is being repaired today. You should really see it." Neville said with great regret.
...
The advantage of having magic is that no matter how badly it is damaged, it can be repaired quickly.
In less than half a day, the overturned garden has been restored.
John is in the Silver Hand Manor, and he needs to face the old Batty who is asking questions.
"Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand, you should have told me."
Old Barty had received news at the Ministry of Magic about what had happened in the Overturned Gardens and the devastation after the great battle.
Instead of involving the Aurors, he came to Silverhand Manor to find Johnny Silverhand.
It was about the Death Eaters, and he felt that he shouldn't be so reckless.
At least after the Ministry of Magic intervenes, it might be possible to catch them all in one go.
Wearing a silver mask, John looked at the angry old Batty, walked over and chuckled, "Old Batty, I think we should celebrate."
"Celebrate?" Old Barty laughed angrily, "Celebrate that you just had a fight with Death Eaters?"
"No, no, no," John pressed Old Batty's shoulders, pressed him on the seat, snapped his fingers and flew two wine glasses, "We should celebrate what we have gained after this incident."
"Harvest?" Old Barty thought about it, could it be that Johnny Silver Hand caught the Death Eater again?
Pour the mellow wine into the wine glass, and John handed it to Batty, saying meaningfully: "Through this incident, your son will become less rebellious."
Old Batty's expression changed, "What does this have to do with him?"
"The Death Eaters are here for your son." John sat on the chair, shaking the red wine glass, and through the swaying liquid, he saw the change in old Barty's expression.
Like wine, his expression kept rising and falling.
Old Batty said in a deep voice, "How is he?"
Since taking office, Batty Sr. has tried hard not to think about that son.
In his opinion, it would be nice if this son could live in a certain corner of the world, and he never expected to restore the relationship between father and son.
He had personally seen little Batty's resentment towards him, and there was almost no room for change.
If it is possible to save father and son...
Old Batty didn't dare to think about it, he snorted coldly: "That unworthy son, he is still charged with the felony of torturing Longbottom Auror!"
Seeing that old Batty was still talking hard, John sat up straight and said with deep meaning: "Have you ever thought that your son is not lying."
"What?" Old Batty was surprised.
John put down his glass, "He didn't torture the Longbottoms, he was just a poor guy passing by."
"A... poor wretch who begged his father to believe in him."
Old Batty's glass fell, and the shattered wine glass spilled wine on his trouser legs.
Old Batty looked dazed, and muttered to himself: "Impossible, he's right there, and they're there to catch him."
"Maybe you don't believe me," John said, looking at old Batty, "but you need to believe the other two."
"Who?" Barty Sr. asked.
John said a word.
"The Longbottoms."
"Impossible, they already..." Old Batty subconsciously retorted.
"They've recovered," John said to old Batty in disbelief, "and out of the hospital. You can go to St. Mungo's to check."
The news came as a bolt from the blue.
Old Batty even lost his facial expression management. He stood up and sat down.
After repeating it several times, John said, "Old Batty, it's not suitable to talk about today, you can go to St. Mungo's to check."
He could see that Batty Sr. was fidgeting.
After John spoke, Old Batty walked out of the study immediately.
He needed to find out one thing, whether the Longbottoms had recovered, and whether his son was involved in that case that night.
If, as Johnny Yinshou said, Little Barty was wronged, then how should he face the child whose soul has been taken for more than ten years.
Tell him, was it because of my official career that I hurriedly separated from him, or did I tell him that I rescued him because of my father's love?
He didn't dare to think about it, at least not now.
He left in a hurry and almost stepped on the carriage when he got on the carriage.
The embarrassed appearance does not look like the Minister of Magic.
...
