Chinese students at Hogwarts

Chapter 198 Neville Longbottom!

In the ward, Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu straightened up, looked at each other, and nodded firmly.

Zhang Xiao asked hurriedly: "Mom and dad, how are you?"

Zhang Chengdao shook his head, his expression a little solemn:

"It's Soul Leaving Syndrome, that's right. The previous diary was a Soul Leaving Syndrome, which would only lead to changes in temperament. Your friend's parents are Soul Leaving Syndrome.

It’s just that there’s still something I can’t figure out.”

They spoke in Chinese, which Mrs. Longbottom and Neville could not understand, but they could understand the movements.

Mrs. Longbottom saw Zhang Chengdao shaking his head, his back seemed to be hunched a little, and he murmured tiredly:

"Nothing, nothing. I have given up hope a long time ago. Even Dumbledore is helpless. He has already seen it."

Zhang Xiao was stunned for a moment and asked hurriedly:

"Dad, why can't you figure it out?"

"It's very strange. I know it's Soul Leaving Syndrome. It should be that a soul has been lost. It stands to reason that after such a long time, the soul that was not properly protected should have been wiped out.

But I did some divination, and although I couldn’t get particularly accurate information, I should be able to figure out whether the soul was there and when it was gone. "

Zhang Chengdao touched his chin and frowned tightly. Li Qingshu glanced at the confused Neville and the sad Mrs. Longbottom, and leaned against her husband.

"Change to English."

"Oh" Zhang Chengdao agreed, pondered for a long time, and then said:

"The strange thing is that the hexagram shows that the soul is still there. If you can find the soul and send it back, it will be simple.

But if you can see what happened at that time, you might be able to see some clues, which is the art of backtracking."

Zhang Chengdao looked at Neville with a heavy expression on his face:

"I just took a look. Your friend's memory has been modified. The technique of recall cannot be used, and the two souls of this heroic couple cannot bear it."

memory? Zhang Xiao suddenly fell into disappointment.

Of course he knew that Neville's memory had been modified. Neville, who was more than one year old, witnessed his parents being tortured. Although the child did not remember anything, seeing his parents being tortured and screaming still caused great harm to him.

In the end, he had to use the Forgetting Curse on Neville, which barely eliminated the negative impact of this incident on him.

It's been 10 years now, where can I find Neville's memory?

"Are you talking about that tragic night that year?"

An old voice suddenly interrupted. Mrs. Longbottom walked over, pursed her lips, reached into her bag, and took out a small crystal bottle with a mercury-like liquid flowing inside.

"This is Neville's memory at that time, pulled out by Dumbledore."

Mrs. Longbottom was silent for a moment and said tremblingly:

"He said just let this memory disappear, but I refused.

I said, 'As long as this memory is there, whoever doubts Neville's parents, then let him talk to this heavy memory! ’

As long as the memory lasts, Frank and Alice will never be forgotten!

Although I don’t know if you can, but it doesn’t matter, just look at the evil things those people have done.”

Neville stared blankly at the small crystal bottle. He had never known there was such a thing. He pointed at the small bottle and wanted to say something, but Mrs. Longbottom seemed to have expected it.

"Neville, Dumbledore told me not to show you anything that might cause you some unpleasant things."

Zhang Xiao's previously depressed mood finally returned a little. He really, really wanted to help Neville heal his parents.

Now that I have the memory, all I need is the pensieve!

"I'm here to write to Professor Dumbledore and ask to borrow his pensieve!"

Zhang Xiao immediately rolled up his sleeves and was about to take out something.

"Pensieve?" Zhang Chengdao stopped his son's movements and asked:

"That little bottle is pure memory?"

"Um"

"That's easy. Take out your golden book and jade book." Zhang Chengdao patted his son on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Golden Book and Jade Book? Can the Golden Book and Jade Book also be used as a pensieve?

Zhang Xiao took out the big booklet from the Qiankun bag in confusion and handed it to his mother.

Li Qingshu wrote a few strange characters on the cover of the book, and the whole book suddenly lit up with a hazy golden light. She also explained to Zhang Xiao:

“The Golden Book and the Jade Book can originally build the environment based on your memory.

Of course, there is no problem in reading the memory, but we have never had this method of accurately extracting a small part of the memory. Magic is magical.

If Taoism wants to attack memory, it usually starts with the soul. "

She took the small bottle handed over by Mrs. Longbottom and gently dripped the silver memory inside onto the white jade pages of the Golden Book and Jade Book.

The book began to tremble, and Zhang Chengdao let out a breath, pulled his son and wife, and gently pointed his finger on the page.

A completely different feeling from before came through. Zhang Xiao felt that he had become light and airy, surrounded by strong wind and sobbing. Fortunately, his father and mother were holding him.

Just like a piece of white paper, you start to outline the lines, and then gradually fill it with colors, turning into a photo with clear colors, and finally everything comes alive.

Zhang Xiao found himself in a children's room, surrounded by some children's toys, and a round-faced baby was standing in front of him.

He sat in the railing, holding on to the railing, crying for his parents.

Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu were standing in front of him, watching quietly.

There were obviously a few uninvited guests in the room, and several people in black robes stood nearby in twos and threes.

A woman with a pale face and sunken eyes was stepping on Frank and Alice. The woman with a nervous smile could vaguely see her beautiful face.

It's a pity that her twisted and crazy smile makes her look ugly.

"Ahhh Frank, Alice, warrior of the Order of the Phoenix"

Frank fell to the ground, his wand playing with another Death Eater's hand.

"Bellatrix Lestrange! I won't tell you anything!"

Bella curled her lips, raised her chin, and gently slid the wand on Frank's face.

"Dumbledore really put a lot of thought into it. He even modified your memory, and Veritaserum can't tell you anything."

"Heart-breaking!" A tall, arrogant-looking young wizard suddenly pointed at Frank and shouted loudly.

Heart-rending screams filled the entire room as Frank twitched and struggled desperately in pain.

Blood dripped down his cheek from the burst eye socket.

Neville was frightened by his father's screams. His crying became more intense and he stretched out his hand towards Frank, trying to grab something.

"What a beautiful scream! It's more intoxicating than the most beautiful music!

Little Barty, your Cruciatus Curse level has improved again! "

Bella closed her eyes and made a gesture of enjoyment, waving her hands in the air as if she was conducting some grand orchestra.

Alice shed tears and squirmed hard on the ground, trying to get closer to her husband.

Barty Crouch Jr. bowed to Bella gracefully:

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Bella. I think that under the torture of the Cruciatus Curse, even the memory magic can be broken through, allowing this pair to..."

He looked at Alice and Frank, his handsome face full of malice:

"This pair of pure-blooded traitors, fighting against the great Dark Lord's rubbish, may be able to think of something!"

"You're right so what are we waiting for?"

"Eviscerate! Eviscerate!"

The continuous screams and the crazy laughter of the Death Eaters were recalled in the room. Neville's cries became more and more shrill, and he even began to convulse for a short time.

The Longbottoms had completely lost their human appearance, with the skin on their faces torn apart by muscle spasms caused by too much pain.

Blood mixed with tears and saliva smeared on his face.

Bella closed her eyes and enjoyed it, but she didn't know why the scream disappeared. She opened her eyes angrily, only to find that the Cruciatus Curse was still continuing.

But the Longbottoms didn't know what kind of will that transcended pain to restrain their screams.

Even if the teeth are bitten to pieces, even if the nails have sunk deeply into the flesh.

But they were silent.

Bella followed their gazes and saw Neville who was sobbing on the bed.

This annoying little brat?

Maybe this is the real weakness of this pair of smelly and hard Longbottoms?

Bella staggered to the crib and revealed a smile:

"Hello, you little loser who keeps crying?"

She grabbed Neville by the neck and threw him in front of the Franks.

Alice rubbed her face on the floor, and a heartbreaking smile appeared on her painfully twisted face:

"Neville, don't be afraid. Uncle and aunt are playing with mom and dad.

Good Neville"