Mrs. Longbottom hastily took the glasses, and after several hurried attempts to put them on her ears, she looked at Alice, who was lying on the bed.

Mrs. Longbottom's heart rose to her throat, and she saw Alice's wounded soul, unlike Calvin's healthy golden soul, Alice's soul was dark blue, glowing only with a surging light, and it was as if it had been cut with scissors and then put together, with many irregular chips and scars.

She looked at Frank again, whose soul had been hurt worse than his wife's, and his whole soul was like a map of the Holy Roman Empire, with countless soul fragments sewn into an ugly soul.

Old Mrs. Longbottom looked for another mirror, and looked at her soul in the mirror, a very complete piece, which emitted a weaker light than Calvin, but much better than Alice.

She also found a patient with severe amnesia caused by the Amnesia Charm in the hospital room, and found that her soul was also a whole piece, but there was a large stain on it that was constantly eroding her soul.

Mrs. Longbottom slowly walked back to Calvin's side, put Thestrals' glasses in his hand, and said calmly, "So you can't save them too?" The old lady's tone was full of despair after the ashes burned.

Calvin pursed his lips and said, "Not necessarily... Mrs. Longbottom."

"What," Mrs. Longbottom looked up, "but I see that their souls are in tatters like that, and I think they may be like this for the rest of their lives, unless Merlin is alive."

"Ma'am, I may not be able to do it now," Calvin pondered his words, "but I don't think I will be able to do it in the future."

"And how long do I have to wait?" Mrs. Longbottom tugged at Calvin's sleeve, and now she was no longer the hard-nosed witch, but a loving mother, anxiously awaiting her son's return.

"Three months, half a year at most." Calvin said that he was not trying to comfort or deceive the poor old lady, but was seriously estimating how long it would take him to improve his magical abilities.

Calvin pulled out a piece of parchment, sat down on an empty bed, and wrote, "In the meantime, you can do some things in advance: collect all the experiences of the two of them, like Frank, you can provide his experiences when he wasn't in school, you can ask his teachers and classmates about things during school, and ask colleagues when he goes to work. Alice was prepared as well. In short, the more detailed the better."

"May I ask why?" Mrs. Longbottom asked worriedly, "Truth be told, I've been lied to too many times over the years."

Calvin nodded, he understood the old lady's concerns, took out a picture scroll and shook it, and took Mrs. Longbottom inside.

Mrs. Longbottom only felt a momentary moment, and when she woke up again, she saw a unique picture, with three scenes in front of her: home, school, and the Ministry of Magic, all running non-stop.

"This is a great memory of Bertha Jorkins that I collected," Calvin explained, "Look, that witch is Bertha. I brought Bertha into the painting, and instead of the painted Bertha, I went through my own important experiences over and over again to awaken her memory."

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"It's not just magic, it's Muggle psychology. You can understand it as Muggle memory magic." Calvin gestured with a wave of his hands.

"Of course, Frank and Alice's condition is far more serious than Bertha's, and there's a good chance that my treatment of them will involve their souls—" Calvin hesitated, but told the truth.

"Involving souls?" Mrs. Longbottom bit her tongue, "Professor Capet, you also have a study of souls? As far as I know, only dark wizards do this kind of research."

Calvin patiently advised, "Don't worry, all my research on souls is done under Dumbledore's nose."

Mrs. Longbottom hesitated and said, "You'll have to make me think."

Calvin took Mrs. Longbottom out of the world, and the old lady sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a while, then said, "I want to ask Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Of course, he has a right to know, and I have no intention of hiding it from him," Calvin said, "and in fact I have something on my mind

Ask him."

After exiting St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mrs. Longbottom asked, "Professor Capet, it sounds like you have a high opinion of Neville's child, may I hear what you think of him?"

"Ah, yes, Neville's kid is arguably the more gifted kid in their class," Calvin didn't hesitate to praise Neville.

"Although his childhood misfortunes made him seem a little slower than his peers, a proverb I learned during my travels in the East is a good description of him: "A late bloomer."

"You may have heard Professor McGonagall say that his grades weren't great, and it's true that the Oblivion Charm had affected his Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions classes, but he was still able to excel in his Herbology class. And I've found that he has a talent for dueling as well."

"Duel?" Mrs. Longbottom gasped, "This kid got into a fight at school?"

Calvin smiled and said, "Madam, I'm afraid it's more difficult for you to expect Gryffindor to have an ordinary student life. Neville showed no less courage than his classmates."

Mrs. Longbottom nodded thoughtfully, "That's true, Frank fights a lot at school, but I'm afraid he can't beat others."

"Don't worry, ma'am. I taught him a few hands, at least he won't be bullied." Calvin said with a smile, handing over a crystal ball, "This is a case of Neville and the Slytherin students clashing."

Mrs. Longbottom watched Neville in the crystal ball knock the two tall Slytherin students out of the nosebleeds with his fists, and returned the crystal ball to Calvin with a complicated expression, saying, "I think Neville is really his greatest luck to meet you."

"Really? That's what another parent said."

The two apparitions made their way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and walked all the way to the castle.

"It really hasn't changed at all here." Mrs. Longbottom watched it all with nostalgia.

"You also went to school here?" Calvin asked.

"Anyway, there are very few wizards who haven't attended Hogwarts," Lady Longbottom chuckled, "I was a classmate of Minerva, and she often laughed at me for failing Charms. She also boasted that she would definitely sit in the principal's office in the future, and invite me to tea in the principal's office when the time comes, but I have been waiting for this cup of tea for almost 50 years."

"Then you may have to wait a few more years, Augusta," Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, "but Professor Dumbledore is going to have you tea, come with me."

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