From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Mrs. Longbottom hurriedly took the glasses and fumbled several times before putting them on her ears. Then she looked at Alice lying on the bed.

Mrs. Longbottom's heart was in her throat. She saw Alice's injured soul, which was different from Calvin's healthy light golden soul. Alice's soul was dark green, only emitting a faint light, and it looked like it was being used by someone. It was cut open with scissors and then put back together. There were many irregular gaps and scars.

She looked at Frank again. Frank's soul was more seriously injured than his wife's. His entire soul was like a map of the Holy Roman Empire, with countless soul fragments stitched together into one ugly soul.

Old Mrs. Longbottom found another mirror and looked at her own soul in the mirror. It was a complete piece, and the light it emitted was weaker than Calvin's, but much better than Alice's.

She found another patient in the ward with severe amnesia caused by the Forgetting Curse, and found that her soul was also intact, but there was a large stain on it that was constantly eroding her soul.

Mrs. Longbottom slowly walked back to Calvin, put the Thestral glasses in his hand, and said calmly: "So you can't save them?" The old lady's tone was full of despair after the ashes burned.

Calvin pursed his lips and said, "Not necessarily...Ms. Longbottom."

"What," Mrs. Longbottom raised her head suddenly, "but I saw that their souls were ruined like that. Unless Merlin is alive, I think they may stay like this for their entire lives."

"Madam, I may not be able to do it now," Calvin thought carefully about his words, "but I think I may not be able to do it in the future."

"Then how long do I have to wait?" Mrs. Longbottom pulled Calvin's sleeve. Now, she was no longer the tough witch, but a loving mother, anxiously looking forward to her son's return.

"Three months, half a year at most." Calvin said. He was not comforting or deceiving the poor old lady, but seriously estimating the time it would take for him to improve his magic power.

Calvin pulled out a piece of parchment, sat on an empty bed and wrote while saying: "During this period, you can make some preparations in advance: collect all the experiences of the two of them. For example, Frank, you can provide him with information about when he was not in school. Experience, you can ask his teachers and classmates about things during school, and colleagues during work. Alice is also prepared. In short, the more detailed the better."

"Can I ask why?" Mrs. Longbottom asked worriedly, "To be honest, I have been lied to too many times over the years."

Calvin nodded. He understood the old lady's concerns, took out a scroll, shook it, and led Mrs. Longbottom in.

Mrs. Longbottom just felt dazed for a while. When she woke up again, she saw a unique scene. There were three scenes of home, school, and Ministry of Magic in front of her, all running continuously.

"This is the important memory I collected of Bertha Jorkins," Calvin explained. "Look, the witch is Bertha. I brought Bertha into the painting and experienced it over and over again on behalf of the painted Bertha. His own important experiences to awaken her memory.”

"This involves not only magic, but also Muggle psychology. You can understand it as Muggle memory magic." Calvin waved his hands and gestured.

"Of course, Frank and Alice's situation is much more serious than Bertha's, and my treatment of them is likely to involve their souls..." Calvin hesitated, but still told the truth.

"Involving souls?" Mrs. Longbottom bit her tongue. "Professor Capet, do you also conduct research on souls? As far as I know, only dark wizards can do such research."

Calvin patiently advised: "Don't worry, all my research on souls was conducted under Dumbledore's nose."

Mrs. Longbottom said hesitantly: "You have to let me think."

Calvin took Mrs. Longbottom out of the world in the painting. The old lady sat by the bed and thought for a while and said, "I want to ask Principal Dumbledore."

"Of course, he has the right to know, and I don't intend to hide it from him," Calvin said. "In fact, I also have some things I want to ask him."

After coming out of St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic, Mrs. Longbottom asked: "Professor Capet, it sounds like you have a high opinion of the child Neville. Can I hear your opinion of him?"

"Ah, yes, this kid Neville can be said to be one of the more talented kids in their generation," Calvin praised Neville without hesitation.

"Although the misfortune he encountered in his childhood made him seem slower than other children of his age, a proverb I learned while traveling in the East is very suitable to describe him: he is a late bloomer."

"You may have heard Professor McGonagall say that his grades were not very good. Indeed, the Oblivion Curse affected his studies in Transfiguration, Charms and Potions classes, but he was still able to achieve excellent results in Herbology classes. And I discovered that he also has extraordinary talent in dueling."

"Duel?" Mrs. Longbottom gasped, "This child got into a fight at school?"

Calvin smiled and said: "Madam, it may be difficult for you to expect Gryffindor to live an ordinary student life. Neville has shown no less courage than his classmates."

Mrs. Longbottom nodded thoughtfully: "That's true. Frank fights a lot in school, but I'm afraid he won't be able to beat others."

"Don't worry, ma'am. I taught him a few tricks, at least he won't be bullied." Calvin said with a smile and handed over a crystal ball, "This was a conflict between Neville and a Slytherin student. Condition."

Mrs. Longbottom looked at Neville in the crystal ball using his fists to make nosebleeds from two tall Slytherin students. She returned the crystal ball to Calvin with a complicated expression and said, "I think Neville is the one who met you when he met you." The greatest luck.”

"Really? Another parent said the same thing."

The two of them apparated to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walked all the way into the castle.

"It really hasn't changed at all here." Mrs. Longbottom looked at all this with nostalgia.

"Did you go to school here too?" Calvin asked.

"What the hell, there are very few wizards who haven't studied at Hogwarts," Mrs. Longbottom said with a chuckle. "Minerva and I were classmates back then, and she often laughed at me because I failed the Charms class. She also He once boasted that he would definitely sit in the principal’s office in the future and treat me to tea in the principal’s office, but I have been waiting for this cup of tea for almost 50 years.”

"Then you may have to wait a few more years, Augusta," Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, "but Professor Dumbledore will invite you to tea soon, come with me."