Although the therapists at St. Mungo had expected it, the fact that the Longbottom couple, who had been bedridden for over a decade, finally woke up from their confusion caused quite a stir at St. Mungo. Both patients who had been in the hospital for a long time and the staff there all wanted to witness this miracle with their own eyes.
For the whole morning, the Longbottom couple and their mother were receiving congratulations from people. Their son was still studying at Hogwarts.
Some people even wanted to go to the headquarters of the Daily Prophet in Diagon Alley to find some reporters to expose this event. This proposal was agreed by many people, but it was finally stopped by Dumbledore.
"Please don't do that, Citares--"
Dumbledore addressed a small, elderly man in the green robes of a healer in a gentle manner, saying,
"I have emphasized that me and Amosator are unable to extensively promote the treatment method of Frank and Alice. But if this thing is reported by Daily Prophet, I am afraid that Hogwarts will be packed with the families of unfortunate wizards."
"People will always find out, Albus!"
Citares, a highly respected healer among the healers, spoke angrily,
"This is a groundbreaking feat! The world of magic should know what a miracle you have accomplished! Your and Brain's chocolate toad paintings should bear this great achievement, the Knights of Merlin should award you and Brain a whole barrel of first-class medals!"
"Uh..."
Dumbledore's silver beard fluttered as he chuckled.
"That sounds nice, but I'm very sure that neither me nor Amosator need those reputations."
Dumbledore still brought the matter to a close with his 'supreme authority,' of course, rumors would undoubtedly spread like wildfire.
"Um..."
When Amosator woke up from his sleep, the sunset had already dyed the opposite white wall of the bed with a lazy red haze. After blinking a few times, the mist dispersed from his eyes, and his purple eyes became purer than ever.
His fingertips brushed against his eyelid, and Amosator quietly felt the changes within himself.
Every living thing in his eyes became clearer, as if he had always been looking at the world through hazy glasses before, but now the dust on the glasses had been removed, everything was vividly clear.
"Barrier--"
Amosator raised his hand, his fingers moving through the empty space before him as if he were stirring water ripples. To an incredible degree, the light streaming into the room, which seemed like solid threads, actually twisted as it followed Amosator's fingertips.
Like a child who has just received a new toy, Amosator watched with interest in this scene, continuously playing with the air, and under his gentle movements, the air in the closed-off ward stirred and the magic flowed lightly, creating a gentle breeze out of nowhere.
Realizing something, Amosator's eyes fell on the toothbrush cup on the bedside table. He didn't take out his wand, just waved his fingertip a few times in its direction, and then—
The azure cup suddenly began to tremble, growing more intense, and in a series of rapid rotations, it twisted and became a thin white snake as thick as a thumb.
Hissing sound
The lifelike little snake curled its body and then sprang at Amosator. In mid-air, its tail wrapped around Amosator's wrist flexibly, just like a bracelet, wrapping around his wrist. It blinked with its vertical pupils and looked affectionately at Amosator.
"Interesting..."
Amosator smiled to himself,
"An increase in spiritual strength brings about significant enhancement in mental strength. Hmm, maybe one day, we can completely give up wands."
After playing with the little snake for a while, Amosata spread his hand out, looking at the snake.
"Go on."
The white little snake, as if unwilling to leave, hesitated for a moment in Amosator's wrist before circling it a few times. After that, it obediently let go of its body and quickly swam along the quilt towards the foot of the bed. Following the bedpost downwards, it disappeared into the shadow of the bed.
After watching the little snake leave, Amosator looked at the door, got up quickly, put on his clothes, and waved his hand towards the door.
"Come in, everyone."
The Longbottom family, with one more, walked in, and perhaps to give them the opportunity to express their gratitude privately, Hermione, Sirius and Tonks were still waiting outside.
"I don't know how to thank you, Amosator!"
Just one day without seeing him, the Longbottom matriarch looked like she had aged twenty years, her back straightened up even more than usual, her voice boomed, some of the wrinkles on her face disappeared, and the remaining ones were full of vitality. However, she still liked to be straightforward like before. She walked directly to Amosator's side by the bed and shook his hand violently, for a long time without stopping.
"You've brought back the health of Frank and Alice, and Neville can live with his parents. I know that this child has dreamed of such a life for years. In any case, Amosator, no matter what you want to do in the future, the Longbottom family will firmly support you!"
Amosator pulled back his slightly painful hand, smiling.
"I am just doing what I can, and what I believe to be right, Augusta."
"Yes, I knew you'd say that."
Mrs. Longbottom's mouth tilted slightly, her eyes bright as she stared intently at Amosator.
"Just like Dumbledore, virtuous, but as I said, the Longbottom family will always support you, as long as you don't intend to become the Dark Lord!"
"Grandma!"
Neville said with a slight complaint,
"Professor Brian will never become the Dark Lord!"
Amosator looked at Neville with slight surprise in his eyes, who had a bright look in his eyes. This child, whose personality was always weak under the strict education of Mrs. Longbottom, was often a subject of ridicule in Hogwarts, but now he was like a completely reborn person and even had the courage to speak out to his grandmother.
"Oh, I was just making a metaphor, Neville."
Mrs. Longbottom smiled at Neville and said.
Amosator chuckled and looked at Frank and Alice, who each had one hand on Neville's shoulder.
Different from the withered appearance on the sickbed, the couple, who had been delirious for over a decade, now looked radiant. It was as if they had escaped from Azkaban and unraveled their knots like Sirius Black would after his escape, their eyes filled with hope and vitality.
"Then."
Amosator looked at the two heroes of the previous wizarding war with a gentle face,
"How do you feel now that you've regained consciousness, both of you?"
When Amosator first regained consciousness, he and the two of them had a simple conversation. They all knew who this young man was in front of them. After a day, with many people talking at once, they finally understood who this young wizard was who had pulled them out of their nightmare!
"Honestly, it wasn't very pleasant,"
Different from his state during the illness, the reborn Frank was a gentle and humorous wizard, laughing cheerfully.
"I slept for a while, and then I found myself old by ten years. The worst thing is that after all this time, the English team still hasn't made it to the final of the World Cup."
Everyone chuckled softly, including Sirius and others outside the door.
"But there are also things to celebrate, Frank, aren't there?"
Elise swept Neville's hair away from his forehead, gazing at her child with boundless love in her eyes, and said gently,
"It's a relief that at least we didn't miss Neville's coming-of-age ceremony. Oh, no, from now on, we won't miss any of your birthdays until we disappear from this world."
"That will be many years, Mother."
Neville smiled and said.
This scene of the family gathering together in joy and harmony deeply touched Amosator.
Just over two weeks since leaving Hogwarts, but Amosator felt like a long time had passed. Fortunately, the accident had a good outcome, and he also needed to be prepared for even greater challenges in the short time that followed.
(The end of this chapter)
