Peeling fruit is also relatively technical among thousands of small things.

"Alas......"

I don't know how many times the knife slashed my fingers, Neville took a look at the blade that was about to be smoothed out, and had to sigh, giving up on the plan to peel an apple for his parents.

Frank and Alice, Neville's parents, sat quietly next to each other on the edge of the bed, with innocent, or rather silly smiles on their faces.

It's the same as Neville.

Seeing Neville set aside the apple, which had failed to peel and was not at all round, the two men seemed to be in a little anxious, reaching out like children, and saying something they couldn't make sense at all.

"That's not tasty. ”

Ignoring the enticing fruity smell that filled the room, Neville lied to his parents without blushing and heartbeat, then picked up an orange, showed it to them, and said, "We eat oranges, this one is rich in vitamin ......."

After struggling for a long time, he didn't recall what that word said, anyway, it was followed by a string of ABCDEFG, which didn't sound clear.

There was a time when Lyle went to buy oranges, and he remembered it very well, and Lyle told him to stay here and not to move.

"Well, anyway, Lyle said that eating more of these fruits is good for the body. Neville summed it up in the "Lyell sentence."

So the two of them fell silent again.

Sniffing at the fruity aroma and cheering himself up, and putting his previous failures aside for a moment, Neville moved his knuckles, praying that there would be no more problems this time, and began peeling oranges.

And then......

"Fruit juice is better for the body to absorb. He said.

In front of him, Frank and Alice each hold a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. It is estimated that after a while, there will be apple juice, banana juice, grape juice, and so on.

As with every previous visit, Neville was always the one who talked the most, but this time he left in a hurry and suddenly, so he didn't bring his little notebook with him, so he could only rely on his poor memory, little by little, to recount his life in the past year.

To be sure, Neville wasn't a good narrator and didn't have a script on his hand, but that didn't stop Frank and Alice from listening with relish, nodding their heads and shaking their heads from time to time, with occasional expressions of joy or worry. And what is surprising is that their reactions, and Neville's narrative, are inseparable.

Many times, Neville thought it was a sign of recovery, and then he slowly got used to it.

“…… I'm taller than last year, I've gained weight, the food at Hogwarts is delicious, and there's no limit to it, and sometimes I can eat a late-night snack, well, but take a little risk if I get caught by Filch......"

“…… Of all the subjects I like best, I like to play with the flowers and plants, it would be nice if they were obedient, it took me more than a week to get the mandrake to shut up, and the professor said it was a great thing......"

“…… Probably the most dangerous thing last year was the Potions exam, and while Harry thought the basilisk was the most dangerous, I thought Professor Snape was much scarier than the basilisk...... Then again, you must have studied at Hogwarts with him, was that how Professor Snape was when he was a student......"

“…… During the summer vacation, some time ago, Lyle took me to a soccer training session, saying that it helped me to improve my control and skills, and it seemed to help a little, at least now I can squeeze juice......"

“…… Harry is here at my house, it's my birthday and tomorrow is his, I haven't thought about what to give him tomorrow, it would be great if you could give me a little advice and help......"

The sun was setting in the west, the summer days were long, and the darkness hadn't yet fallen, but Neville's story was coming to an end.

He suddenly got up, walked to the side of the bed, half-knelt on the ground, and grabbed his parents' hands with his own hands.

"I'm sorry, Dad, Mom. Neville said softly, "Grandma said that you are the pride of the Longbottom family, and the pride of mine, but before today, I only knew this sentence, but I didn't know the story after this sentence and your dedication and sacrifice. ”

"I can understand and forgive Grandma's intention to keep not telling me the truth, because I was really frightened when I saw those things, and I felt ten, hundred, a thousand times more frightened than the basilisk, more than the Potions exam, which is probably what Lyle called the psychological shadow. ”

"Through the words, after more than ten years, I can still feel the heart-rending pain, which is the pain of being more than ten years late. You should have been right in front of me at that time, but I couldn't do anything because I was a baby and I lost even my memories. ”

"My mind and mind went blank on the way here, even up to a minute ago. ”

"I don't know what I'm going to do next, I don't know what I want, I don't know how I'm going to deal with this, I don't know how to get you guys back...... I don't know anything. ”

Neville's eyes were filled with tears, and he lowered his head helplessly, his forehead pressed against the back of Frank and Alice's hands, and his tears dripped on them, wet.

The two patients were a little dazed and confused, and they still had that silly and honest smile on their faces, but their eyes were also shining.

Both hands landed on Neville's face, stroking them gently, as if to wipe the tears from his face, but the clumsy movements didn't do much.

"Don't worry about me. ”

A low, muffled voice came from below, every word like a hammer on a drum, and Neville still buried his head in his parents' laps, unwilling to lift it, the last of his willfulness and indulgence.

"I already know what to do. ”

"I will be your pride. ”

"Definitely. ”

===============

Outside the door.

"How long has he been in?" asked Harry.

"All afternoon. Luna said without looking up.

She had a copy of Contrarian in her hand, and Harry struggled to remind her if she had taken it down.

"You're the only one here?" asked Luna.

"Well, Mrs. Longbottom has gone to the Ministry of Magic to find Algie, it seems to be about my guardian, and the Ministry of Magic said it wants to know the details. Harry explained, "There's nothing going on over there anyway, you're not here, so I'll just come to the hospital." ”

"But it's going to be dangerous. Luna put down the book, looked at Harry with a frown, and said, "There is a black aura on your body, which I have only seen in dead people. ”

"What?"

"But it's getting fainter. ”

Luna's words were endless, and given the nickname of the crazy girl at school, Harry didn't really care.

This is St. Mungo's Hospital.

As long as he didn't die on the spot, there was a way to get him back.

"Avada suo!"

Suddenly, a green light flew from nowhere......