Chapter 245： Magic Riot

"What do you want? I told you that any treatment is risky!" said the man's voice.

"But you vowed to me! What did you say at the time? Everything was normal-as a result, Frank and Alice had been in a coma for two weeks and were still coughing up blood." The grandmother's voice said.

"What can I do? You think about it from my perspective. The experts in the newspaper are holding on to my painful foot. I have to get the test data quickly—"

"Experimental data? Those are two lives! Are they my son and daughter-in-law, or the parents of Neville's child! Felix Haipu, you are Neville's teacher!"

Neville's heart seemed to have been soaked in cold water, without any temperature, and his stomach kept churning. His fist couldn't help being clenched.

The nasty man said, "I also hope everything goes well, but everything is unavoidable. Thinking about it carefully, they just changed from a moving corpse to a motionless corpse. There is little difference, isn't it?"

Neville's eyes turned red and his teeth creaked. How dare he say that to his parents... how dare he!

But my grandmother’s sad voice came: "I beg you, please make sure that you did it all, and only you know the best..."

The vicious man said, "Sorry, because I know it best, so I don't want to waste time."

Grandma's voice became tough: "I was wrong, I shouldn't beg you, I will tell the story and expose what you did—"

The man sneered: "Madam, I want to remind you that your son and daughter-in-law were sentenced to death by Saint Mungo. I just wanted to give it a try. If it succeeds, many people will thank me. of."

"Really?" Grandma's voice said sarcastically, "You care about reputation. This is your weakness, but soon the public will see your true face and you will lose everything."

The man's voice became hesitant: "It's not wrong to say that... reputation is a good wine and a seductive poison. I am always attracted by its fragrance. So, how can I deal with you?"

"Forgetting nothing? It's too simple. I thought of a better idea. To be honest, you entangled me for so long, and I was quite bored. There are some spells that I wanted to try for a long time...

"No, no..." Neville's eyes widened, his joints were white, and his face was full of fear. He heard the sound of his grandmother falling to the ground with a "bang", and groaned "Ho~Ho~" because of pain.

"Do not!"

The anger destroyed all his sanity, and the door of the room exploded.

He saw the two people in the ward. The man had a surprised expression on his face. The hand holding out his wand stopped in the air. An old woman fell to the ground, and the pointed hat fell lifelessly on the ground.

"Grandma!" Neville ran over, trying to lift her grandmother's head, but she immediately showed an expression of pain. He stopped at a loss, looking at all the culprits in front of him, his wand still pointed at her: "Stop! Professor."

"Stop?" The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression. "Why?"

Neville looked at him incredulously. The whole person was surrounded by a huge absurdity, making him unable to feel real, as if he was dreaming, "What are you talking about? You, you are a professor... Why do you use That spell?"

"Heart Drilling Curse?" the man's voice said, Neville trembled, and the man laughed lowly: "Or is it all forgotten? Or... the other two unforgivable curses?"

He said calmly, as if it were in class: "Neville, I still have a deep connection with the Unforgivable Curse. When I was in school, I learned these three spells-the Heart Drilling Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Killing Curse. curse."

"I've always wanted to find someone to try, but my heart is too soft, now think about it, what spell can't kill people? Clear water like a spring will do."

Neville looked at him tremblingly, seeming to recognize him for the first time.

"Don't look at me like that, learn to respect the professor, don't you?" the man said.

"You are not my professor!" Neville roared, and took his wand from his pocket to aim at him, but the next second, his wand was taken away.

"Silent Disarming Curse, I taught you, Neville. Maybe you can try to be more angry?"

Neville immediately pulled out the second wand from behind—he had been carrying two wands, his father's, and his own. The anger made him silently cast a coma spell, but he was blocked by a wave of his hand, and the man said, "Too weak, Neville. You are not angry enough—"

A thin layer of magical barrier flew towards Neville, directly knocking him into flight.

Neville got up from the ground and looked at him unyieldingly.

"I don't like the look in your eyes...so, cut my heart! Cut my heart!"

The grandmother let out a cry of pain, Neville's eyes widened in horror, and desperately stood in front of her. The expected pain did not appear. He had no time to distinguish. What must he do to delay time? Yes, procrastinate!

He wanted to watch this man get caught, just like those Death Eaters.

Neville used his brain vigorously. His mind had never turned so fast: "I believe you so much...I see you as a role model..."

Regardless of him, he recited the most familiar thing recently. It was a short story, and the story itself originated from this man——

"Gnar is a clumsy person. This clumsiness was told to him by others, and over time, he himself thought so.

Gnar likes to play with clay dolls. He is naturally sensitive to the characteristics of different types of clay. He likes to look at black, red, brown, white, and gray. The clay of various colors is formed in his hands and becomes delicate and cute. Styling.

This kind of affection has no pressure, but it can bring comfort to Gnar when he is sad.

His parents are very busy and don't usually accompany him much. Even the most important Christmas is just to meet him in a hurry. His biggest wish is that they can spend more time with him. "

Neville recites it without hesitation until he finds that the wand on the opposite side has been put down, and his grandmother's low voice comes next to him: "Forget it, Mr. Haipu, forget it..."

Neville watched blankly as his grandmother got up from the ground, and the professor walked out of the shadows.

After ten minutes-

Neville was sulking all by himself, the old lady Longbottom coaxed him, Felix looked at him awkwardly, "Neville--"

Neville turned away from looking at him, clinging to the corners of his clothes.

"Why lie to me?" he said angrily.

"This is part of the plan," said the old lady Longbottom, "it was for—"

"Let me talk about it, Mrs. Longbottom." Felix started, and he looked at Neville: "This is due to a ridiculous idea when I was in school. I have experienced several magical riots, which brought me In order to achieve a huge benefit, I once imagined whether it could artificially cause a magical riot..."

"But I have never seen an instance in anyone else, until a few months ago, in Diagon Alley, I met Potter."

"Harry?" Neville asked suddenly.

"Yes, he experienced a very painful thing at the time, so a magical riot broke out. I persuaded him to test with me...Until I found you again, I guess you were not very active in magic when you were young, in other words— —The inertia is too strong, so it makes you very difficult to learn magic..."

"It's the same with you, isn't it?" Neville said stiffly.

"What's the same?" Felix looked at him.

"The one you said, the magic riot." Neville said, he was terribly calm at this time: "It sounds like a huge stimulus. You just tried to irritate me again and again. So I ask you, are you the same?"

Felix looked at him calmly, "You are right, and so am I."

Neville stood up sternly, "So, what Aunt Meilinmu said was also your arrangement? Everything is acting?"

"No, Neville--" the old lady Longbottom said.

Neville looked at Felix stubbornly: "I want you to tell me in person."

"I didn't make this arrangement, but—" Felix said, "I was there when they were talking."

Neville said suddenly, "I'm going back to the ward. I'll be quiet for a while." He picked up the schoolbag on the floor, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

There was deathly silence in the room.

After a long time, Felikstein said: "The moment he blasted the door open, I thought we were successful."

The old lady Longbottom said tiredly, "Perhaps it shouldn't be..." She pursed her lips, "I used to be too demanding of him. I hope that child can become an Auror like his father. But in fact, it's good to be normal."

"I don't think so, ma'am. Dumbledore warned me not to play with people's hearts." Felix said: "But who can escape the control of people's hearts? I don't approve of this failure. We almost succeeded. , If you can do better—"

The old lady Longbottom looked at him and said hesitantly: "Mr. Haipu?"

"I didn't think there was a problem with my thinkingFrom the initial design to—" Felix stopped suddenly, his eyes protruding, and he turned his head inconceivably to the air on the side. , The line of sight seems to penetrate the space. Then, he ran out of the room suddenly, turned the corner, and stared at a ward at the end of the corridor on the other side.

Felix knocked on his forehead, and from the black and white perspective, a powerful and soft magic wave spread from it, the pure white light without a trace of impurities, constantly impacting his inherent ideas.

"This is--what's wrong?" The old lady Longbottom followed and said in a flustered manner.

Felix didn’t answer. He walked step by step to the ward where the Longbottoms were and opened the door. He saw Neville leaping into a woman’s arms and crying. A man with a soft expression was holding the woman and Neville, they couldn't hide their tiredness, they were still wearing medical clothes, but the love in their eyes was about to overflow.

Various scattered small ornaments in the room floated in the air, making a "buzzing" sound. Several patients on the next bed were bathed in warm light, which became the best footnote to answer Felix's questions.

"Magic riot..." he said word by word.