Chapter 607 Child, My Child

Anton has been to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds a few times.

As an Auror intern, he can take the fast track exclusive to the hospital. Although he has completely resigned from the Auror office now, the name of potion master is still very popular in this 'healer'-based institution. .

What's more, he is the director of the 'Animagus Research and Training Office'. At the Ministry of Magic level, this office cooperates with the hospital, although it has not yet started.

The wizarding world is really too small, and many institutions do not exist alone. The Extraordinary Pharmacists Association takes an international approach, and pure-blood families occupy important seats. St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries is different from that of the Ministry of Magic. The cooperation is extremely close.

Like the "Apparition Testing Center" of the Department of Magical Transportation, doctors are usually dispatched by the hospital. This is a channel for therapists to earn extra money, and the channel for the testing center's potions is the hospital.

Now the "Werewolf Animagus Training Center" will become a similar partner.

Everyone earns money together, and the Animagus Research and Training Office will become a platform for Anton to contact many forces.

Anton and Neville first went to the dean's office to discuss the content, and got a hospital badge, which can get the priority service of the hospital.

—a cross made of bones and a wand.

The long-term ward of the hospital is different from the temporary ward. More personal items are placed here, and it is more spacious, with a total of 5 beds.

The beds were separated by curtains, and the therapist, a fat woman with a filigree garland on her head, was delivering Christmas presents from their families to each patient.

The hospital bed near the door was empty, and on the bed beyond was a sallow-faced, sad-faced wizard, staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself, seemingly unaware of everything around him .

Inside is a witch with a hairy face. "Your, Agnes," the therapist greeted the hairy-faced woman cheerfully, handing her a small pile of Christmas presents, "look, hasn't it been forgotten? Your son sent an owl to say he's coming tonight Look at you, it's nice, isn't it?"

Agnes barked loudly a few times.

Anton pursed his lips, and he could tell at a glance that this person was a sequela of failing to practice Animagus, and he lived in the ward for a long time...

Entering from the ward, Neville opened the curtain on the left and went in. There were two hospital beds here, and relatives who had received the news in advance were already guarding here.

Neville's grandmother, uncle and aunt.

Seeing the person coming, Neville's grandma nodded to Anton and hugged Neville tightly. Her eyes were red, obviously she had just cried.

Anton pursed his lips, greeted Neville's uncle, and looked at the two people in the ward.

Neville's father was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, with a childlike pure expression on his face, his hands folded between his cheeks and the pillow, his cheeks pulsating, as if dreaming of something delicious.

There is a sign on the bed of the hospital bed, which says 'Frank Longbottom Cruciatus injury. '

Another bed had a sign that read 'Alice Longbottom, Cruciatus damage'.

This is Neville's mother, but she is not on the hospital bed. She is wearing a nightgown and standing unsteadily in front of the small table against the wall, carefully counting the candies in the glass jar with pale and thin fingers .

She turned her head, and she could vaguely see a face shape and big eyes similar to Neville's, but at the moment she looked thin and haggard, the sunken eye sockets made her eyes look extra large, and her hair became all gray.

She was frightened by so many people at first, she curled her body back in some fear, but when she saw Neville suddenly, a look of joy appeared on her face, and she turned around quickly to find something on the small table.

"Alice..." Neville's grandmother called out, but the woman ignored her.

"Alice!" she called again. "Your son Neville has come to see you!"

Seeing that Neville's mother seemed unaware, Neville's grandma blinked sadly, not letting the tears fall from her eyes, she turned her head vigorously, looked at Neville, at the eldest son and his wife, Looking at Anton, "My two sons and daughter-in-law are heroes, and they did this to defeat the mysterious."

"This is something to be proud of. They are worthy of their status as Aurors, and they sacrificed their health and sanity for the peace of the wizarding world."

At this moment, Neville's mother came over timidly, looked at Neville's round face with a hint of intimacy, and gestured towards Neville.

She appeared unable to speak, or had forgotten the ability to speak.

In the end, she was a little frustrated with her ability to express herself. She raised her hand in front of Neville, spread out her palm, and inside was a piece of wrapping paper for Chubao Super Bubblegum, and then smirked at Neville.

Neville wiped away his tears, his lips trembling to suppress the emotion of crying, and carefully picked up the colorful wrapping paper from his mother.

His mother suddenly smiled.

"I really don't know what you're doing with this candy wrapper." Grandma Neville sighed, "Throw it in the trash, she gave you enough to cover your bedroom, right?"

Neville, who always obeyed his grandmother's orders, just shook his head stubbornly, and carefully put the candy wrapper in his pocket.

He pulled out his wand and turned to look at Anton.

"Don't worry, I will help you." Anton gently raised his hand, the snuff box floated out of his pocket, and an old photo flew out of it, fell on a plate, and landed on the floor of the ward.

This was brought by Neville from home, and it contained photos of Neville's grandparents, parents, uncle and his wife.

At this moment, the photo seemed to be set on fire, and countless smoke came out.

Smoke soared into the sky, fluttering in mid-air, covering the entire area on the side of the ward's curtain.

"Twisted Cage!"

"The Wail of the Banshee!"

"a ray of sunshine!"

"Call God to protect you!"

Anton waved his wand quickly, one after another spells quickly hit the photos on the plate on the ground, and the lightning of the spells spread upward as the smoke filled.

Suddenly, everyone present felt that their eyes went dark, and they appeared in a dark and wide place. Looking up, huge planets appeared in the sky that seemed far away and seemed near.

Anton nodded to Neville, "Don't worry about casting it, you can do it, and I'll watch it for you."

Neville nodded with a serious face, and gently held his mother's palm.

It was so cold and weak.

Neville's mother looked at everything in front of her curiously, and suddenly raised her hand to point to a dark corner in the distance, gesticulating something quickly.

"Twisted Cage!"

Neville waved his wand, and a purple-red light gushed out from his wand, spreading forward, illuminating the dark corners.

The picture here is particularly weird, as if everything has become distorted and weightless, and there is an obvious collapsed and sunken place in the corner, tightly squeezed in all directions.

As the purple-red magic light blew, everything twisted wherever it passed.

It was as if the elevator opened the door, and the shell lifted the cover, and a translucent figure appeared in front of him. It was Neville's mother, Alice Longbottom.

"Mom..." Neville called softly, holding his mother's hand, "Come with me, I will take you to find your lost self."

Anton watched all this with interest.

His left eye glowed with azure blue light, gazing into the depths of the soul of 'Alice Longbottom', there were countless torn black threads of the soul floating on a memory planet.

These broken black lines of the soul seem to be attracted by a certain force at this moment, and they are stretching out bit by bit, extending towards a certain place in the boundless void.

Dumbledore was right, everyone observes the world in a different way, and what they see is completely different.

In Anton's eyes, the "memory, emotion, and will" of the id constitute the memory planet, which is connected with the body to produce the "way of thinking" and together build the "complete soul".

But in Neville's eyes, all this has become different and more intuitive.

This kind of scene is a bit like the local folk custom that Anton has heard of in his previous life - calling the soul.

It is about the frightened child, who is out of his body and behaves stupidly, so the adults use various rituals (different folk customs in different places), accompanied by calling the child's name, to let the child's soul return to the body.

"This method is a little bit similar."

Anton raised his eyebrows, watching Neville holding his mother's walk and walking on a distorted plane everywhere, as if he had lost his sense of direction, struggling with all kinds of twisted mountains and depressions.

Neville and his mother finally climbed to a high and raised 'mountain', looked at the mother in a sunken cave that was about to be twisted and closed from a distance, waved their wands, "A ray of sunshine!"

hum~

The silver light sprinkled down, shining along his feet all the way to the phantom of his mother.

Neville waved his wand again, "Twisting the cage!"

"Ah~" The mother behind him screamed, and saw the distorted plane around him surging again, and the mountain peaks under their feet moved quickly towards the sunken side.

Neville obviously couldn't hold on anymore, his complexion became a little pale, and the wand in his hand was shaking rapidly, as if it was about to leave his hand.

"Just a little left, just a little left..."

Gritting his teeth and muttering in a low voice, he took his mother's hand and jumped straight ahead. Unfortunately, they didn't jump into the depression, and fell towards the curved surface of the high and raised mountain.

"Twisted Cage!"

At this moment, Anton waved the wand in his hand, and the twisting of the entire space intensified.

He had to do this, 'Twisting Cage' is the transformation of the Cruciatus Curse, strictly speaking, this kind of soul-transforming spell is harmful to the soul, and the soul of 'Alice Longbottom' is so It is fragile and cannot support long-term spellcasting at all.

The curved surface twisted and deformed rapidly, and a steep slope rose behind Neville and his mother to catch them.

Then, like sliding down a slide, they quickly slid all the way towards the depression.

Boom~

With a bounce, Neville was thrown into the air, separated from his mother's hand, and fell to the ground with a snap.

He looked up in a panic, only to see his mother just in front of Xu Ying.

The power of the spell was fading rapidly, and the original shape of the sunken soul was recovering bit by bit, enveloping Neville's mother's body and soul.

"Mother……"

Neville murmured under his breath.

Suddenly, a strange buzzing sound appeared in everyone's ears, and everyone felt a violent shaking.

As if a crumpled piece of paper suddenly stretched and straightened, it unfolded completely.

Boom~

The soul in the body returned to its place, and the burst of life force squeezed out all the foreign souls.

Just for a moment, everyone's eyes blinked, and they had regained their vision in the hospital ward.

Alice Longbottom blinked blankly, looked down at the boy holding her hand, and asked hesitantly, "You...are you Neville?"

"Mother!"

Neville burst into tears and threw himself into his mother's arms. The emotions he had suppressed for many years burst out and turned into tears, falling down his cheeks.

Alice Longbottom touched the back of Neville's head tremblingly, "My child, my child..."