I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Before the red color representing anger fell on his body, John suddenly turned around and pressed his hand on Mr. Longbottom's.

"Different minds and dreams."

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

The heart-wrenching feeling made the blood on his face fade, and the spiritual magic was activated.

"not enough."

John pretended to raise his wand, and sure enough, Neville cast Cruciatus again.

The body twitched in pain, and the wand let go and fell.

John had no blood 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 one after another, trying to return all the pain he had suffered to John.

Even John couldn't help but blurted out a muffled groan.

The Cruciatus Curse's power is still increasing, his bones are like ants gnawing, his heart is pierced by a sharp knife, and the bloody flesh is fiercely gouged out.

"Is that all, Neville, is that all you can do?"

The psychic magic is constantly tuning in, and John stimulates Neville with words, causing Neville to lose his mind.

He had completely disregarded that he was using the Unforgivable Curse, and repeated the Cruciatus Curse again and again, as if to make John die of pain.

The brain was in a mess, and John's consciousness became blurred.

He could no longer speak, and could only scream meaninglessly.

Fortunately, the heart of silence was arranged in advance, otherwise the sound should have come out of the screaming shack by this time.

Percy was awakened, and he was in a daze.

The eyes saw that Neville was using the wand to cast the Cruciatus Curse on John again and again.

He came to his senses all of a sudden, and was about to stop Neville.

But as soon as the idea appeared, he saw John's painful and determined face.

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

"Damn!"

Percy's fingernails dug into the palm of his hand, blood flowed from his fingers, and his eyes were red.

He wouldn't be able to stop Neville, which would have cost John nothing.

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

A bloody thread appeared on him and the Longbottom couple.

Under the guidance of blood, spiritual magic opens empathy.

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

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

They are like photographs that have been torn apart and cannot be pieced together.

"The project is huge." John couldn't help rubbing his heart.

There was constant pain there, making him paler each time.

"That is to say, I will continue to accept the Cruciatus Curse until this place is repaired."

He couldn't help smiling wryly, he was really afraid that he would accidentally be drilled to death by Neville's Cruciatus Curse.

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

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

John continued searching, piecing together the scattered pieces.

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

With a gesture of raising his hand, the fragments pulled by the silk thread flew together.

"Using blood can be faster."

Thinking of this, he speeded up.

The memories of the Longbottoms are being repaired scene by scene.

outside world.

Navish was tired, he looked at John who had passed out, and there was hostility in his eyes.

Waving the wand in his hand, he said to himself: "John, you are the one who forced me to do all of this."

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

A sense of sadness welled up in his heart, and Neville couldn't imagine how sad it would be for the people in the Star Society to know that John was just using them.

That being the case, let yourself bear the infamy.

Let it all end.

He closed his eyes, seemingly finally making up his mind.

"Expelliarmus! (expelliarmus)"

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

Neville opened his eyes in disbelief to see the intact Percy pointing his wand at him.

At this moment, his eyes were full of confusion.

"Percy, aren't you dead?"

As if unable to figure it all out, Neville saw Percy rummaging through the bag in a hurry.

He took out two bottles of potion marked Longbottom, opened the potion and poured it into the Longbottom couple.

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

Neville stared blankly at this scene, as if his brain was not enough.

Percy paced 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 scratched his ears and cheeks like an irritable monkey.

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

Inside the haze, scenes flashed as if at double speed.

That was the life of the Longbottoms.

Neville finally came to his senses, he staggered to his feet and came here.

"Percy, is this?"

Seeing that John was unconscious, Percy also felt some resentment towards Neville, and said angrily, "Didn't you see that John is treating your parents!"

"But, but... He clearly said that he wanted to make Mom and Dad disappear forever."

"That's all to stimulate you." Percy shook his head and said, "We never hated you, and we had to do this to make you cruel." 彡彡訁凊

Neville collapsed, looking at his hands, what the hell he had done.

"No matter how targeted you are, your stellar badge hasn't been confiscated, has it?" Percy sighed.

Yeah, the stellar badge is still there.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and Neville stared blankly at the haze on his parents, and then at John who was still unconscious.

He finally understood that all this was to help himself.

Regret swept through his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He punched the floor with one fist after another, and blood dripped from his fist.

"Come on, Neville." Percy couldn't take it anymore, and stopped him from continuing to hurt himself.

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

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

. . .

Just when John was thinking about how to repair all these fragments, a burst of raindrops emitting white light solved the urgent need.

"It's Percy."

Knowing that Percy had given the Longbottoms some medicine, the fragments touched by the raindrops flew up, and he stretched out his hand to gather the fragments together, and they would be repaired when they touched together.

More and more debris flew up, and John was in a hurry.

His heart continued to ache, and his eyelids felt heavy.

"It's because of the Cruciatus Curse."

He bit his lip to wake himself up.

Continuing to repair, his body surged with strength.

It is a recovery potion prepared by myself.

The power goes into the body, making John spiritual.

He picked up the speed, and the pieces joined together, gradually converging into a huge family portrait.

It was a family of three, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, and there was a baby in Mrs.'s arms.

Neville Longbottom.

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

John raised his hand to draw the rainwater into his palm, forming needles like little snakes.

The needle and thread shuttled through each piece, patching and stitching the pieces together.

Tinkering is done two-thirds of the way through.

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

John touched the shard, and the crazy woman's wild laughter was accompanied by questioning questions.

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

The couple fell to the ground, and the mad woman kept torturing them.

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

John is about to piece it together, only to find himself being ostracized.

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

He increased the strength of his spiritual magic to stabilize his figure.

Immediately speed up, repairing the fallen fragments one by one.

If they can't get out before the Longbottoms wake up, then John's consciousness is likely to be left here forever.

The shaking of this space turned out to be more severe, and the sense of repulsion almost squeezed and deformed John's body.

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 restored, a burst of bright white light erupted from the entire space and engulfed John.

The Longbottoms woke up.

. . .