Chapter 197 Neville Longbottom!

No. 1 Longbottom!

In the ward, Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu straightened up, looked at each other, and nodded firmly.

Zhang Xiao asked hurriedly: "Mom, dad, how are you?"

Zhang Chengdao shook his head, his expression a little solemn:

"It's Soul Leaving Syndrome, that's right. The previous diary was a Soul Leaving Syndrome, which would only lead to changes in temperament. Your friend's parents are Soul Leaving Syndrome.

It’s just that there’s still something I can’t figure out.”

They spoke in Chinese, which Mrs. Longbottom and Neville could not understand, but they could understand the movements.

Mrs. Longbottom saw Zhang Chengdao shaking his head, his back seemed to be hunched a little, and he murmured tiredly:

"Nothing, nothing, I have given up hope a long time ago. Even Dumbledore is helpless. He has already seen it."

Zhang Xiao was stunned for a moment and asked hurriedly:

"Dad, why can't you figure it out?"

"It's very strange. I know it's Soul Leaving Syndrome. It should be that a soul has been lost. It stands to reason that after such a long time, the soul that was not properly protected should have been wiped out.

But I did some calculations, and although I couldn’t get particularly accurate information, I should be able to figure out whether the soul was there and when it was gone. "

Zhang Chengdao touched his chin and frowned tightly. Li Qingshu glanced at the confused Neville and the sad Mrs. Longbottom, and leaned against her husband.

"Change to English."

"Oh" Zhang Chengdao agreed, pondered for a long time, and then said:

"The strange thing is that the hexagram shows that the soul is still there. If you can find the soul and send it back, it will be simple.

But if you can see what happened at that time, you might be able to see some clues, which is the art of backtracking."

Zhang Chengdao looked at Neville with a heavy expression on his face:

"I just took a look. Your friend's memory has been modified. The technique of recall cannot be used, and the two souls of this heroic couple cannot bear it."

memory? Zhang Xiao suddenly fell into disappointment.

Of course he knew that Neville's memory had been modified. Neville, who was more than one year old, witnessed his parents being tortured. Although the child did not remember anything, seeing his parents being tortured and screaming still caused great harm to him.

In the end, he had to use the Forgetting Curse on Neville, which barely eliminated the negative impact of this incident on him.

It's been 10 years now, where can I find Neville's memory?

"Are you talking about that tragic night that year?"

An old voice suddenly interrupted. Mrs. Longbottom walked over, pursed her lips, reached into her bag, and took out a small crystal bottle with a mercury-like liquid flowing inside.

"This is Neville's memory at that time, pulled out by Dumbledore."

Mrs. Longbottom was silent for a moment and said tremblingly:

"He said just let this memory disappear, but I refused.

I said, 'As long as this memory remains, whoever doubts Neville's parents, then let him talk to this heavy memory! ’

As long as the memory lasts, Frank and Alice will never be forgotten!

Although I don’t know if you can, but it doesn’t matter, just look at the evil things those people have done.”

Neville stared blankly at the small crystal bottle. He had never known there was such a thing. He pointed at the small bottle and wanted to say something, but Mrs. Longbottom seemed to have expected it.

"Neville, Dumbledore told me not to show you anything that might cause you some unpleasant things."

Zhang Xiao's previously depressed mood finally returned a little. He really, really wanted to help Neville heal his parents.

Now that I have the memory, all I need is the pensieve!

"I'm here to write to Professor Dumbledore and ask to borrow his pensieve!"

Zhang Xiao immediately rolled up his sleeves and was about to take out something.

"Pensieve?" Zhang Chengdao stopped his son's movements and asked:

"That little bottle is pure memory?"

"Um"

"That's easy. Take out your golden book and jade book." Zhang Chengdao patted his son on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Golden Book and Jade Book? Can the Golden Book and Jade Book also be used as a pensieve?

Zhang Xiao took out the big booklet from the Qiankun bag in confusion and handed it to his mother.

Li Qingshu wrote a few strange characters on the cover of the book, and the whole book suddenly lit up with a hazy golden light. She also explained to Zhang Xiao:

“The Golden Book and Jade Book can originally build an environment based on your memory.

Of course, there is no problem in reading the memory, but we have never had this method of accurately extracting a small part of the memory. Magic is magical.

If Taoism wants to attack memory, it usually starts with the soul. "

She took the small bottle handed over by Mrs. Longbottom and gently dripped the silver memory inside onto the white jade pages of the Golden Book and Jade Book.

The book began to tremble, and Zhang Chengdao let out a breath, pulled his son and wife, and gently pointed his fingers on the pages.

A completely different feeling from before came through. Zhang Xiao felt that he had become light and airy, surrounded by strong wind and sobbing. Fortunately, his father and mother were holding him.

Just like a piece of white paper, you start to outline the lines, and then gradually fill it with colors, turning into a photo with distinct colors, and finally everything comes alive.

Zhang Xiao found himself in a children's room, surrounded by some children's toys, and a round-faced baby was standing in front of him.

He sat in the railing, holding on to the railing, crying for his parents.

Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu were standing in front of him, watching quietly.

There were obviously a few uninvited guests in the room, and several people in black robes stood nearby in twos and threes.

A pale woman with deep eye sockets was stepping on Frank and Alice. The woman with a neurotic smile could vaguely see her beautiful face.

Unfortunately, her twisted and crazy smile made her look ugly.

"Ahhh Frank, Alice, a warrior of the Order of the Phoenix"

Frank fell to the ground, and his wand was playing in the hands of another Death Eater.

"Bellatrix Lestrange! I won't tell you anything!"

Bella curled her lips, raised her chin, and slid her wand gently across Frank's face.

"Dumbledore really thought hard, even your memory was modified, and the truth serum couldn't get anything out of you."

"Crucio!" A tall, arrogant young wizard suddenly pointed at Frank and shouted loudly.

Heart-wrenching screams filled the room, and Frank twitched and struggled desperately because of the pain.

Blood dripped down his cheeks from his burst eye sockets.

Neville was frightened by his father's screams. He cried more and more fiercely, and reached out to Frank, trying to grab something.

"What a pleasant scream! It's more intoxicating than the most beautiful music!

Little Barty, your Cruciatus Curse level has improved again!"

Bella closed her eyes and made a gesture of enjoyment, waving her hands in the air, as if she was conducting a grand orchestra.

Alice was crying and trying to crawl on the ground, trying to get closer to her husband.

Barty Crouch bowed gracefully to Bella:

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Bella. I think under the torture of the Cruciatus Curse, even memory magic can be broken, so that this pair of"

He looked at Alice and Frank, his handsome face full of malice:

"This pair of pure-blooded traitors, trash against the great Dark Lord, may be able to remember something!"

"You are right, so what are we waiting for?"

"Crucio! Crucio!"

The endless screams and the crazy laughter of the Death Eaters echoed in the room. Neville's crying became more and more shrill, and even began to twitch for a short time.

The Longbottoms had completely lost their human appearance, because the muscle spasms caused by the excessive pain tore the skin on their faces.

Blood mixed with tears and saliva were smeared on their faces.

Bella closed her eyes and enjoyed it, but she didn't know why the screams disappeared. She opened her eyes angrily, but found that the Cruciatus Curse was still continuing.

But the Longbottoms didn't know what kind of willpower that transcended pain they used to restrain their screams.

Even if their teeth were broken and their nails were deeply embedded in the flesh.

But they didn't say a word.

Bella followed their gaze and saw Neville sobbing on the bed.

This annoying little brat?

Maybe this is the real weakness of this pair of stubborn Longbottoms?

Bella staggered to the crib and smiled:

"Hello, crying little bastard?"

She grabbed Neville's neck and threw him in front of the Franks.

Alice rubbed her face on the floor, and a heartbreaking smile squeezed out of her painfully twisted face:

"Neville, don't be afraid. Uncle and aunt are playing with mom and dad.

Good boy, Neville"

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