Hogwarts Homecoming

Wow!

With a wave of the magic wand, the beams, rubble, and brick walls that collapsed in the yard flew up into the sky as if going back in time. They quickly repaired themselves amidst the sounds of clicking and clicking. In the blink of an eye, an exquisite building was transformed. The two-story building has returned to its original state.

As the strands of the Milky Way were gradually peeled off from his temples, Delis' eyes of resentment and fear became blank. Finally, he tilted his head and passed out.

The bright moonlight was obscured by a rushing cloud, and the earth was suddenly bathed in darkness. On the balcony of the yard next door, the Muggle family admiring the moonlight muttered something dissatisfied, got up, picked up their stools, and walked back into the house.

When their backs disappeared from sight, Amosta turned his wrist and raised his wand, letting the unconscious Delis float back to his bedroom, and then removed the barrier.

The fresh cool breeze that poured into the yard diluted the smoke particles that filled the air. Amosta took a deep breath to dissipate the gloom and murderous aura lingering around him. After looking at the glass bottle with silver light in his palm, The figure disappeared in the slight air wave.

"In trouble, Amosta?"

Coincidentally, when Amosta appeared in front of the dusty glass display window of the red brick department store on the street where the entrance to St. Mungo's was located, Dumbledore, who was about to pass through the glass, seemed to be aware of it and turned his head to look. Looking at a deserted street in the middle of the night, there was a lamppost standing on the side of the street. He stepped back, and the next second, Amosta walked out from behind the lamppost.

"Your perception of changes in magic is admirable, Headmaster Dumbledore."

After a polite exclamation, Amosta smiled and walked towards Dumbledore, who had his hands on his abdomen.

The vertical lines between Dumbledore's eyebrows showed a trace of fatigue, and the clear pupils behind the half-moon glasses were not as blue as before. Obviously, the two days of traveling had also consumed a lot of energy on his part, but Dumbledore, wearing a travel cloak, Still smiling politely,

"I'm sorry that an old man still has such a strong curiosity, but what makes you go to war, Amosta?"

Amosta patted the dust on his shoulder and came to Dumbledore's side.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Principal Dumbledore, this is a secret and I can't tell you yet."

"temporary?"

Dumbledore showed a certain curiosity.

"temporary."

Amosta responded to Dumbledore's probing eyes, pursed his lips slightly and said.

Dumbledore chuckled,

"I bet, Amosta, if you write a book like Professor Lockhart, you will be more successful than him. You know how to arouse the curiosity of readers."

"It's a chore to sit in front of a desk all day making up stories. I'd rather go out and walk more."

Amosta said cheerfully, making an inviting gesture and letting Dumbledore take the lead through the hospital entrance.

St. Mungo's seems peaceful tonight. The fat blond witch at the information desk in the lobby on the first floor is sleeping soundly on the table in front of her, while the former principal of Hogwarts, Ms. Delis Derwent It's not in the photo frame on the front of the hall. I don't know where he went to visit, or whether he returned to Dumbledore's office.

Climbing up the stairs, Dumbledore and Amostar passed through the double doors on the fifth floor and entered a narrow corridor with portraits of famous therapists hanging on both sides.

"So, how's your collection of Alice and Frank's memories going, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Amosta asked casually as he passed a ward where there were sounds of helpless cries.

"Are you sure that Augusta will agree to treat her son and daughter-in-law, Amosta?" Dumbledore asked in the same casual tone.

"If it were herself, she might hesitate, but she definitely wants her grandson to enjoy the care and love of her parents."

For some reason, Amosta's tone was awkward, but his expression quickly returned to normal.

"You are right, Mr. Longbottom definitely wants his family to be reunited."

Dumbledore blew his nose and looked a little sad.

"Memories. Very good, Amosta. Augusta contributed memories of Frank's childhood. Alice. Oh, her parents have passed away, but I found a Muggle who watched her grow up. Neighbor, 'please' tell me what he knows about Alice's past,

When Minerva, Filius, Pomona and Hagrid heard about this, they were more than happy to give me their impressions of Alice and Frank. I also found their roommates at the time. Of course, I myself also provided some stories about their time at school and the Order of the Phoenix, as well as Sirius and their relatives who were familiar with the Longbottoms, especially Neville's uncle and aunt, who had been taking care of them at St. Mungo's Hospital. Care workers.

I didn't bother to convince them at all. When they heard the news, they enthusiastically told me everything they knew, and begged me and you to treat Frank and Alice. "

Dumbledore smiled and said,

"The only thing I need to convince them is to wait for the good news at home, otherwise you will see the homes of relatives of the Longbottom family and friends of the Longbottoms filling up St. Mungo's Magical Hospital."

"Touching,"

Amosta whispered,

"The sacrifice of the Longbottoms has not been forgotten."

Perhaps he was satisfied with Amosta's statement, or perhaps he was pleased that Amosta did not appear to be under great pressure after hearing all this. Dumbledore spoke in a brisk tone.

"Yes. They provide memories of Frank and Alice at various stages of their lives. Of course, we will never know how much they experienced during their growth, but I believe that what I have collected is relatively complete. "

Now, they came to the ward of Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, and the two of them saw the situation in the ward through the observation window on the ward door.

The Longbottoms were in their respective beds, and their only son, Neville, was sleeping soundly on the edge of his mother's bed.

Several lounge chairs were placed in the remaining space in the room, and Mrs. Longbottom, Sirius, Tonks, and even Hermione were all crowded into this ward.

"I thought Miss Granger would be eager to return to Hogwarts to meet her two best friends."

Amosta said a little surprised.

"Obviously, she's also waiting for good news."

Dumbledore smiled. The fatigue caused by running around for the past two days quickly faded from his face. Now, he looked as energetic as usual.

"So?"

Dumbledore looked at Amosta,

"When are you going to start, Amosta?"

"As you wish, Headmaster Dumbledore,"

Amosta smiled gently,

"We'll start now. If everything goes well, they will be able to see a completely different Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom when they wake up tomorrow morning. I'm looking forward to Neville's surprised expression."

"Oh, that's really exciting."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

Quietly, Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom floated up from the hospital bed without making any sound.

"We need a ward. Well,"

Amosta pondered,

"Just go to Hermione's hospital room."

The nurses and therapists who occasionally visited the ward in the corridor had already seen this scene, and some of the portraits in the frames on the walls were also peeking at it. However, under Dumbledore's signal, they all remained calm and only looked forward to it with expressions of great anticipation. His eyes watched them walk into a dark ward.

Dumbledore waved his wand to make the only hospital bed in the room double. Then, he looked around solemnly. The magic integrated into the wall caused the wall to ripple as softly as water waves, and finally returned to calm. , this ward has been completely isolated, and no one can easily break through it.

Seeing Amosta taking off his coat and adjusting his sleeves and shirt collar, Dumbledore also took off his traveling cloak and shook out the loose cuffs of his robe under the cloak.

"Then, tell me the detailed steps, Amosta."

Dumbledore said with a slightly expectant tone.