I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The Cruciatus Curse fell, and John's body twitched violently.

The heart-wrenching feeling caused the blood to fade from his face, and the magic of his mind turned on.

"not enough."

John pretended to raise his wand, and sure enough, Neville used the Cruciatus Curse again.

The body twitched by pain, the wand loosened and fell.

John had no color at all, but there was still a mocking look in his eyes.

"It's you, everything is you!"

Neville was close to madness, and the Cruciatus Curse fell again and again, trying to return all the pain he had suffered to John.

Even though it was John, he couldn't help but blurt out a groan.

The power of the Cruciatus Curse was still increasing. His bones were like ants gnawing at him, and a sharp knife was inserted into his heart, ruthlessly gouging out the blood and flesh.

"That's it, Neville, that's all you can do?"

The magic of the mind continued to modulate, and John used words to stimulate Neville, making Neville lose his mind.

He had completely ignored that he was using the Unforgivable Curse, and the Cruciatus Curse time and time again seemed to make John die of pain.

His brain was in chaos, and John's consciousness became blurred.

He could no longer speak and could only scream meaninglessly.

Fortunately, the Silent Heart was arranged in advance, otherwise the sound would have spread out of the Shrieking Shack by now.

Percy was woken up in a daze.

His eyes saw Neville using his wand to use the Cruciatus Curse on John again and again.

He suddenly woke up and was about to stop Neville.

But as soon as the idea came to his mind, he saw John's painful and determined face.

He seemed to be saying, don't let my efforts go in vain.

"Damn it!"

Percy's nails dug into his palms, blood flowed from between his fingers, and his eyes were red.

He couldn't stop Neville, which would make John fall short.

Just after Neville used the Cruciatus Curse again, John completely lost consciousness.

A bloody thread appeared on him and the Longbottoms.

Under the guidance of blood, spiritual magic unlocks empathy.

Countless broken fragments were scattered in the space, like falling snow.

John saw it, it was countless memories belonging to the Longbottoms.

They are like torn photos, pieces that cannot be pieced together into one piece.

"The amount of work is huge." John couldn't help but rub his heart.

The pain continued there, making him paler every time.

"In other words, I will continue to accept the Cruciatus Curse until this place is repaired."

He couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was really afraid that he would be killed by Neville's Cruciatus Curse accidentally.

It's not impossible, after all, he threatened Neville's parents.

Picking up a fragment, it's a picture of Mr. Longbottom in his school uniform.

John continued his search, piecing together the scattered pieces.

He closed his eyes, and golden threads appeared on his fingertips.

Raising his hand, the fragments pulled by the thread flew together.

"Using blood can make it faster."

Thinking of this, he speeded up.

The Longbottoms were repairing each scene's memories.

outside world.

Navish was tired. He looked at John, who had fainted, with anger in his eyes.

Waving the wand in his hand, he said to himself: "John, this is all your fault. You forced me to do this."

"I'd rather everyone remember John Wick as a protector than let them know who you really are."

A feeling of sadness filled his heart. Neville couldn't imagine how sad it would be for the people in the Star Club to know that John was just using them.

In this case, let yourself bear the infamy.

Let it end.

He closed his eyes and seemed to finally make up his mind.

"Expelliarmus!"

When he was about to strike, his body was knocked away by a force.

Neville opened his eyes in disbelief and saw an intact Percy pointing his wand at him.

At this moment, his eyes were full of confusion.

"Percy, aren't you dead?"

As if he couldn't figure it all out, Neville saw Percy rummaging hastily through his small bag.

He took out two bottles of potions with Longbottom written on them, opened them and poured them into the Longbottoms.

After the potion was poured in, a faint halo appeared on the Longbottoms.

Neville stared at this scene blankly, as if his brain was running out of energy.

Percy was pacing back and forth over there, saying in an anxious voice: "Please, John, you must wake up!"

After giving John the potion with Wick written on it, Percy was like an irritable monkey, scratching his head and head anxiously.

The fluorescence on the Longbottoms became brighter and brighter, and a mist of light overflowed from their bodies.

In the light mist, scenes flashed by as if at double speed.

That was the life of Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom.

Neville finally reacted, he staggered up and came over.

"Percy, what is this?"

Percy looked at John unconscious and felt some resentment towards Neville. He shouted angrily: "Didn't you see that John is treating your parents?"

"B-but...he clearly said he wanted his parents to disappear forever."

"That's all just to stimulate you." Percy shook his head and said, "We have never hated you. We have to do this in order to make you cruel."

Neville collapsed and looked at his hands to see what he had done.

"No matter how targeted you are, your Stars Badge has not been taken away, right." Percy sighed.

Yes, the stars badge is still there.

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Neville stared blankly at the haze of light on his parents, and then at John, who was still unconscious.

He finally understood that this was all to help himself.

Regret washed over him, making it hard for him to breathe.

He punched the floor one after another, blood dripping from his fists.

"Don't do this, Neville." Percy couldn't stand it and stopped him from continuing to harm himself.

He stopped Neville and scolded: "Don't let John's efforts go to waste!"

Neville finally stopped. He knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

…

Just as John was thinking about how to repair all these fragments, a burst of white light raindrops relieved his urgent need.

"It's Percy."

Knowing that Percy had given the medicine to the Longbottoms, the fragments touched by the raindrops flew up. He reached out and put the fragments together, and they would be repaired after touching them together.

More and more debris flew up, and John was a little confused.

His heart continued to hurt and his eyelids felt heavy.

"It's because of the Cruciatus Curse."

He bit his lip to wake himself up.

As he continued to repair, a surge of power surged through his body.

It's a recovery potion that I prepared myself.

Power enters the body and makes John spiritual.

He picked up speed and the pieces joined together, gradually forming a giant family portrait.

They were a family of three, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom. In the lady's arms was a baby.

Neville Longbottom.

The rain fell again, and the fragments were moistened by the rain, and the gaps were repaired.

John raised his hand to collect the rainwater into his palm, forming a needle like a small snake.

The needle and thread threaded through each fragment, mending and sewing them together.

The patching is two thirds of the way through.

Debris continued to fall from the sky, and this time, the debris was black.

John touched the fragment, and the mad woman's wild laughter was accompanied by questions.

Mr. Longbottom's unyielding attitude ushered in the torture of the Cruciatus Curse.

The couple fell to the ground, and the crazy woman continued to torture them.

This is the memory of the Longbottoms being tortured by the Death Eaters.

John was about to piece it together, but found that he was being ostracized.

"No, I'm going to be kicked out."

He increased the strength of his spiritual magic and stabilized his body.

He immediately speeded up and repaired the falling fragments.

If they couldn't get out before the Longbottoms woke up, John's consciousness would probably be left here forever.

The space shook more and more violently, and the feeling of repulsion almost squeezed John's body out of shape.

He knew that the Longbottoms were about to wake up.

Gritting his teeth, he repaired the last tenth of the fragments.

The moment it was repaired, a burst of bright white light erupted throughout the space and engulfed John.

The Longbottoms woke up.

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Chapter 218 Awakening and Price

The Longbottoms woke up, with confusion in their eyes, as if they didn't know why they were here.

"Neville?"

Mr. Longbottom saw Neville, even though Neville was still young at the time of the incident.

But in his mind, he had the image of Neville visiting him every year, and his hazy state disappeared.