The three brooms on weekends were extremely crowded and noisy, hot and smoky. Almost every wizard who comes to Hogsmeade comes here to sit down.

Mrs. Rosemerta, who was still charming, came up to him with her waist twisted her waist and asked him what he wanted to drink.

"You must be Professor Capet," Madame Rosmerta's voice was so crisp that she sounded like the neighbor's big sister, no wonder so many young wizards in Hogwarts missed her.

Mrs. Rosmerta continued, "I've heard Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick mention you many times, but I didn't expect to see you today. Would you like something to drink?"

"I usually go to the pig's head bar on the other side, and I'm not familiar with you," Calvin said politely, "You can introduce me."

"Hmph, Aberforth idiot, their wine isn't even half as good as mine." Mrs. Rosmerta raised an eyebrow and said proudly, "I have here the best butterbeer, mead, redcurrant rum, violet water, and sparkling water with ice and umbrella snail cherry syrup."

"Then a glass of violet water," Calvin said, "and by the way, where is the place where Lady Augusta Longbottom has booked?"

"Upstairs in Box Seven, but she hasn't arrived yet." Mrs. Rosmerta pointed to the stairs beside her.

"Well, I know, I've always liked to have people wait for me, especially an older lady." Calvin said.

Calvin didn't have long to wait in the box when an old woman with a red handbag and a solemn expression opened the wooden door of the box.

Her seriousness was not the same as that of Professor McGonagall, and she was more sad than McGonagall, and one could not help but respect her tragic experience and strong personality.

Calvin hurriedly stood up and shook the old woman's hand, "Good morning, Mrs. Longbottom."

"Good morning, Professor Capet," Mrs. Longbottom held out a hand as dry as an eagle's claw and held it with Calvin, "I've heard your name, Professor Capet."

"It will be my pleasure, Mrs. Longbottom." Calvin said.

Mrs. Longbottom took off the hat containing the eagle specimen from her head, placed it with the red handbag, and sat down across from Calvin.

At this moment Mrs. Rosmerta walked in with two glasses on a tray, "Your mead, Mrs. Longbottom, triple the honey according to your custom. And your violet water, Professor Capet."

"Oh thanks, Rosmerta, you still know me so well." Mrs. Longbottom said. After Mrs. Rosmerta left, she looked at the violet water in front of Calvin and said, "It's the worst drink in their house, you should try mead or butterbeer."

"Ah, it's my first time here, I usually go to the pig's head bar." Calvin said.

After a period of pleasantries, the two got to the point. Mrs. Longbottom said, "Professor Cape, Neville told me that you cured a man of amnesia caused by the Amnesia Charm. At first, I didn't believe it, but I was friends with Bertha Jorkins' aunt, so I went to talk to her. I found out that Bertha was no longer bothered by amnesia."

Calvin took a sip of violet water and found it unpalatable, so he pushed it aside, "It's cured, but Madam, you should know that the Oblivion Charm and the Diamond Heart Charm are not comparable at all. No matter how powerful the Oblivion Charm is, it can't compare to an Unforgivable Curse." ….

"Is there really no hope?" Mrs. Longbottom pursed her lips tightly, "Frank and Alice, they were tortured mad by four scum and have been lying in St. Mungo's Hospital for ten years.

They were the most courageous people I've ever met, and they didn't say a word to the end. I'm so proud of them. But...... But my son doesn't know me anymore, and Frank says he's going to celebrate, and Voldemort is dead."

Mrs. Longbottom leaned back from her glass and drank it down.

Calvin watched as the old woman sitting across from him wiped away tears for his son and daughter-in-law.

"In addition to this, and Neville's wand, I'd like to talk to you about it too. As far as I know, he took ......," Calvin said.

"His father's wand," said Mrs. Longbottom, "he insisted on using his father's wand

Law."

"I think he'd try a different wand, which has a unicorn tail core and is characterized by loyalty. Neville doesn't have a good grip on it." Calvin suggested.

"I'm afraid it's of little use," said the old woman with a stern expression and a tone of hatred, "Minerva tactfully mentioned to me that Neville's grades in school were not very good, and that he did not inherit his parents' talents at all.

I even doubted that he would be able to come to Hogwarts, and I wasn't relieved until I received the notice last year."

Calvin said gently, "Ma'am, you may be too Neville. In fact, I found Neville to be very gifted in one or two particular subjects, such as herbalism.

What's more, Neville's talent is not good, and it may not be his own."

Mrs. Longbottom frowned slightly, "Professor Capet, what do you mean by that?"

Calvin pulled out a pair of Thestrals' glasses and pushed them in front of Mrs. Longbottom, "I have some in-depth research on the soul, which is why I only Bertha. These are Thestrals, and when you wear them, you can see the soul of a person."

Mrs. Longbottom picked up her glasses and put them on, and saw that Calvin opposite her had a pale golden soul in his body, very clean and pure.

"And what does this have to do with Neville?" Mrs. Longbottom asked.

"When I put these glasses on, I saw a stain on Neville's soul, like an ink spot on a white wizard's robe.

I wonder if the four Death Eaters gave Neville an Oblivian after torturing your son and daughter-in-law. He must have been a baby at the time, and a very common amnesia spell could have serious consequences." Calvin explained.

"Oh my God," exclaimed Mrs. Longbottom, "those damned ***s, they don't even spare babies."

Then he looked at Calvin, "Professor Capet, that." Can you cure Neville?"

"It's difficult," Calvin said with a little regret, "I have to heal Neville's parents first, and then let them provide me with their experiences with Neville before I can be sure of curing Neville."

"But Frank and Alice!" Mrs. Longbottom only felt that the sky was falling, and cried out loudly, "You can cure them, can't you, Professor Cape?"

Calvin said apologetically, "I'll have to go and see how they're doing to know if I'm sure. And you have to be mentally prepared that you can't heal."

"Yes, yes," said Mrs. Longbottom, waking up from a dream, "then without further ado, we will go to St. Mungo's now."

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