Hogwarts Homecoming

Want your parents to get back to normal?

Hermione frowned. Mrs. Longbottom's question was really strange. How could Neville not want his parents to be healthy?

Subconsciously, Hermione looked at Professor Dumbledore, hoping to get some hints. However, Professor Dumbledore just stood there with his hands folded and remained silent, without giving her any hints.

Hermione had to use her own brain.

It was obvious that Professor Dumbledore had had an in-depth conversation with Mrs. Longbottom, and had given an evaluation of Professor Brain's treatment plan.

The plan is undoubtedly useful. Otherwise, Mrs. Longbottom wouldn't say that. It's just... risky?

Yes, this should be the truth. Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Neville with worry.

This is normal. It is impossible to treat such a world-wide intractable disease without taking some risks.

After spending this time together, Hermione knew that Mrs. Longbottom was a resolute old witch, and the danger that made her hesitate and silence Dumbledore was probably not that simple.

Neville stared at his grandma blankly, and a mysterious clarity came to his mind, allowing him, like Hermione, to see through the essence of his grandma's strange problem.

He instinctively wanted to refuse. If he wanted to be treated, his parents would encounter unpredictable dangers. This danger must be very dangerous, otherwise, grandma and Professor Dumbledore would not reveal it even though they already have successful cases. No hesitation.

Without treatment, at least he would still be a human being with a father and mother - so Neville thought.

However, looking at his grandma who was showing her age by the door frame, Neville opened his mouth, and a wave of emotion was blocked in his throat, preventing him from expressing his thoughts immediately.

Grandma always told him that his parents became what they are now because they fought against evil, and he should be proud of their bravery. However, the pain in her heart must be the same as his own, or even more intense.

The figures of his parents lying on the bed appeared in front of Neville's eyes again.

Every time he saw them for a while, Neville could feel that time was passing coldly in their decaying bodies, and those terrible nightmares had been tormenting them in their dreams, making them miserable and making them age. The speed is visible to the naked eye.

Is living like this until death really what they want?

Neville's clenched fists trembled slightly, and his nails dug into his flesh.

If it were him, he would not want to live like this and would rather die happily.

You shouldn't. You shouldn't deprive them of the chance to recover because of your own cowardice, right?

“I want them to be healthy again!”

Gradually, Neville's breathing became steady and his eyes no longer dodge. He faced his grandmother's old face, which was carved by the wind and frost, and shouted like a warrior who never looked back.

Westminster, Mayfair.

No matter how you calculate everything, there will always be situations in life that you cannot foresee.

In the quiet park, on the side of the clean road, Amosta stood under a tall and straight ash tree with neatly pruned branches and leaves. He quietly stared at the end of the road, where he saw a vast building with a pure white exterior wall. Made of marble and inlaid with golden reliefs, even compared to the mansion of the famous Malfoy family in the wizarding world, it is not far behind the luxurious manor. This thought crossed my mind.

After taking Harry here last time, Amosta thought he would never come here again in his life, but unexpectedly, a letter brought him here again.

The letter was written by someone on the estate, but was not sent from this address.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Amosta began to "travel around the country". In order to prevent the orphanage from being unable to contact him in case of special emergency, he specially left a safe address in London. There is an owl he left there to deliver letters to him at any time.

The letter I received when I was at St. Mungo's came from this channel. However, the person who sent the letter was not someone from the orphanage, but the current manager of Blaine Manor, the butler named Lawrence.

Although the Blaine family was in decline, it obviously still had a certain amount of energy. Presumably, Lawrence found out about the orphanage through Muggle channels and the name 'Amosta Blaine'.

In the spring season, there is a sense of desolation in Blaine Manor.

There was a layer of ashes deposited on the huge fountain in the center of the courtyard. It seemed that it had been stopped for some time.

Although the maple branches on both sides of the stone path are luxuriant, they are overgrown and lack a bit of beauty. There is no heroic guard beside the grand iron gate like last time. But in the small room on the side of the iron gate, an elderly Muggle is taking a nap on the table.

Amosta did not disturb the soundly sleeping 'security man'. He came to the door quietly, his figure flashed for a moment, and then he entered the spacious courtyard.

There was not a single person to be seen in the huge courtyard. Only inside the villa, there were a few servants listlessly keeping the villa clean and tidy.

The furnishings in the mansion have not changed from the last time I came here. Those extravagant and luxurious decorations are all there and have not been sold off to maintain the manor. It can be seen that the old butler of the Blaine family really has feelings for the family. deep.

But none of this was worth Amosta's lingering. He appeared quietly in a room on the east side of the third floor without alerting anyone.

Looking at the door of the room, his expression was touched for the first time since arriving here.

When Mr. Blaine, who was related to him by blood, passed away, he left all the Blaine family property to him, but Amosta did not accept it. Instead, he suggested that the property should be transferred to Mr. Blaine according to his previous wishes. , donated to charity, and this mansion is the only thing Lawrence hopes to leave behind.

Lawrence begged Amosta to agree not to sell the ancestral home and donate it. Although it was a bit overreaching, Amosta agreed.

So in theory, Lawrence is already the owner of Blaine Manor.

However, the bedroom he lives in now is still the butler's room, not the master's room.

Whether he is a Muggle or a wizard, a person with integrity and faith is always respected.

Dude, Dude——

After a while, a weak, hoarse voice came from behind the door.

"Is it Sank?"

The voice said,

"Come in, you know I can't get out of bed and open the door for you right now."

Click——

Amosta turned the doorknob and walked in.

The room was small, but clean and tidy. Because there was only a dim lamp on the bedside table, the room seemed very dim.

Amosta glanced at the pill boxes on the bedside table, then turned his attention to Lawrence on the bed.

This old butler, who is always concerned about his image, has messy gray hair, dry and white lips, and deep eyeshadow under his closed eyes. Judging from the rising and falling rhythm of the quilt covering him, he is breathing hard. .

"Hu-hu--"

Lawrence gasped hoarsely, still not opening his eyes.

"I-I already said, Sank, I have no appetite right now. If I want to eat-eat something, I will tell you. Go and rest."

Amosta pursed his lips and walked over slowly. He looked condescendingly at Lawrence and the old butler who was a little thin and out of shape, and said gently,

"You wrote to tell me that you wanted to see me again before you died, but, Lawrence, I think you are still some way away from death."

The labored breathing stopped immediately, and Lawrence on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes.

In the darkness, he stared at the extremely familiar young face. In the next second, he got rid of the malaise and sat up, shouting in surprise,

"Master Blaine!" (End of this chapter)