Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

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Hardy's face was slightly solemn, "Ms. Longbottom, how do you see Neville Longbottom being cast with the Forgetting Curse?"

"I have to remind you that casting the Forgetting Curse on wizards indiscriminately is a crime." Hardy raised his voice, "I'm afraid you don't know the side effects of the Forgetting Curse."

"Oh, my God, what side effects can the Oblivion Curse have?" Augusta didn't care.

She picked up a glass of milk, "Honestly, Professor, if you knew what happened, you might be glad Neville forgot something."

Beside the fireplace, Augusta's face reflected the firelight, looking a little strange, "Frank, Neville's father, is an Auror."

"He was hugely popular in the wizarding world and fought hard against Lord Voldemort and his followers in 1970."

She continued, "I'm proud of him, and his wife, Alice, is pretty good for an Auror."

Augusta leaned forward slightly, staring at Hardy closely, "But, guess where they are now?"

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illness." Hardy replied, "The information shows that they currently have some mental problems."

In the room, there was a sudden ear-piercing laugh, like a cat scratching the windowpane with its paws.

"Ha, some?" Augusta drew the word "some" very long, "If you went to the hospital and met them, you wouldn't think so."

"They're crazy, they're insane, they show no signs of normalcy at all."

In front of Hardy, this old and stern old witch had a painful expression on her face.

"And all of this stems from those damn Death Eaters!"

On the small table, the milk glass burst suddenly, and the scalding hot milk spilled on the old woolen carpet.

"After You-Know-Who fell, yes, in 1981, they were captured by Bellatrix Lestrange and other Death Eaters, and they were constantly tortured by the Cruciatus Curse."

With withered hands firmly clutching the armrests of the rocking chair, Augusta said in a desolate voice, "Then, both of them went crazy. At that time, Neville was crying day and night, and it upset me."

"but--"

Augusta, who was originally emotional, suddenly became relieved, "Thank God, Neville has forgotten everything, and the whole world has returned to peace."

After hearing the tragic experience of the Longbottoms, Hardy's eyes flickered and he fell silent.

Although so far, Augusta has not disclosed who actually cast the Forgetting Curse on Neville when he was a child.

But judging from the current clues, it is very likely that it is herself.

It may have been a relief for everyone at the time to let Neville forget the image of his parents being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

"Oh, sorry, Professor, I scared you just now." Augusta, who gradually regained his composure, became lazy again.

"To be honest, Professor, there is really no need for you to make this home visit. That kid Neville has not been very smart since he was a child, and our family doesn't expect him to achieve anything."

Crouching in the rocking chair covered with knitted blankets, Augusta started talking about Neville's childhood again.

From the other party's language, Hardy felt that they, the Longbottom family, had always looked down on Neville.

At one time, his lack of magical talent caused many members of the family to think that he was not qualified to study at Hogwarts.

Once, Neville's uncle let him fall out of a window, but he bounced back without doing any harm.

This made his family very happy, and finally there would be no Squibs in the family.

So later, Neville went to Hogwarts to study.

"I know a little bit about Neville's performance in school. It's just average." Augusta said, "His memory is too bad, so Professor, do you think this is the aftereffect of the Forgetting Curse?"

Shaking his head, "Please, don't waste too much energy on him. If he can grow up safely and without causing any trouble, I will be thankful."

After finishing this home visit, Hardy walked alone on the only street in the small town of Weybridge, with the cold wind howling.

As a child who came through such an environment, it was really not easy for Neville Longbottom to maintain his current honesty and simplicity.

But this also means that he has suffered more than other children since he was a child.

"Neville Longbottom's experience will not be much better than that of Harry Potter." Hardy murmured.

He thought of the last conversation he had with Augusta when he left.

"Sorry, I don't think Neville Longbottom's achievements in this life have come to an end. I can see a certain potential in him."

"Really? Professor, do you use this kind of rhetoric for every student's guardian?"

Augusta smacked her lips, as if silently laughing at Hardy, "I'll just take it as a joke today, a very funny and hilarious joke."

The purple-colored roof slowly retreated on both sides of Hardy, and the gray withered leaves whirled feebly in the air.

Just when Hardy was about to walk out of the small town of Weybridge, a lonely single-family building suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Confused?" Hardy was keenly aware of the magic fluctuation not far away.

He saw an old black car parked at the door of the small building.

A young man was sweating profusely carrying things into the car.

"Braden!" Hardy yelled as he walked over.

The young man in a black windbreaker raised his head, with an expression of disbelief immediately on his face.

"Oh my God, look who's here? Special advisor to our Auror office!"

Braden Smith shoved what was in his hands into the back of the car and walked towards Hardy with open arms.

Patting the other party's back vigorously, Hardy smiled and said, "I didn't agree to the invitation of your minister and the chief of staff."

Braden blinked and said, "That was the right choice!"

He looked around and whispered, "Do you remember what I told you before? About salary."

"Some time ago, the Ministry of Magic finally sent us a large sum of Galleons," Braden sighed, "but guess what? It was our one-year salary advanced in advance."

"Too little—" he drooped his head, "this is definitely not a good deal."

Hardy showed an expression of "sure enough", and was glad again in his heart that he did not take the olive branch from Cornelius Fudge at that time.

He didn't like working for the Ministry of Magic.

"What are you doing here? I haven't heard that you bought a small house here." Hardy walked to the old black car.

Through the opened car door, he saw that the seat inside was stuffed with a thick pile of case documents.

"Hey, buddy, don't make fun of me." Braden showed a embarrassed expression.

He raised his head and looked at the building in front of him, and said, "This is the place where the Auror Office stored case materials a long time ago. Let me think about it, it must have been more than 100 years ago."

"Rufus Scrimgeour asked me to bring these old files back to the Ministry. If he hadn't reminded me, the entire Ministry of Magic might have forgotten about this place."

"By the way, why are you here?" Braden finally remembered to ask Hardy after complaining about his work.

"A student home visit." Hardy shrugged helplessly.

Braden nodded appreciatively, "You are really a competent professor, wait for me a moment."

After chatting with Hardy for a few words, Braden continued to walk into the small building in front of him to get the remaining information.

Hardy took out an old file in the car and read it, which recorded some past events that happened in old London.

"Fantastic Beasts Escape", "Little Wizard Gets Lost", "Using Magic in front of Muggles"...

Many cases are trivial and innocuous, but they have been recorded in a thick book.

The only relatively big thing is that in 1898, a train derailed on the London Underground and the carriage caught fire and exploded.

Because it involved the death of five wizards, the Ministry of Magic conducted a simple investigation in accordance with regulations.

In the end, the whole case was hastily closed with the Muggle conductor driving illegally.

(End of this chapter)