With Amosta's intervention, the Black Witch of Jasna Rozier was thrown into Azkaban, and he did not say a word about her situation, nor did he mention the 'gift' he left for Grindelwald.

To be honest, he didn't know if Grindelwald would be able to grasp the information he had revealed cryptically, or if Grindelwald would actually make it out of Newmengard, and he wasn't even sure that he was right to do so. And the reason why he did this actually came from his inner insecurity.

The future is uncertain, and Amosta knows that he will need to face more than just Voldemort, who will eventually be defeated.

Merlin and the four founders of Hogwarts were laid out on him thousands of years in advance, existing outside the dark realm, and Helbo, who has always coveted the light of this world, is by no means an easy person, and in this era, there are too few wizards who can possibly become his help today.

"Tell me about Neville's parents."

Dumbledore's tenacity was beyond Amosta's expectations, and by the time he returned to his seat with the teacup, he had regained his composure, but his voice was still mixed with mutes,

"Are you going to treat them the same way you healed this Muggle?"

Dumbledore frowned and said,

"But the problem is, Augusta and Neville probably won't accept Alice and Frank as a different person."

"There are two difficulties,"

Amosta also pressed some of his worries, and rubbed his fingers against the mouth of the cup,

"As we talked about at the beginning, ethically erasing a person's entire memory is equivalent to erasing a person's personality, and the disappearance of personality can be defined as death, Neville's parents are in a better situation than this Muggle, they are taking good care of them, and even if they don't solve the problem, they can live for a few more years, so I can't make this decision whether to treat them or not."

Dumbledore was thoughtful, this was indeed a problem,

"What about the second one?"

"As you said, Headmaster Dumbledore, there's no way I'm going to turn Neville's parents into another person, so, after clearing their memories, my idea is to collect memories of all the people who knew Alice and Frank well enough about them, such as Lady Longbottom, including you, professors who taught them at Hogwarts, and members of the Order of the Phoenix."

Amosta's tone paused, and then he said to Dumbledore, who was thinking seriously,

"Finally, these memories were put together and re-instilled into Neville's parents, reconstructing their personalities. You will definitely need to take the lead in this matter, Headmaster Dumbledore, Lady Longbottom is not familiar with me, and she can't trust me in this kind of thing. ”

Dumbledore finally understood Amosta's scruples, which could hardly be regarded as a cure, but a re-'production' of Frank and Alice.

The soul is still the soul, the body is still the body, but the method of completely erasing the original mind and reconstructing their character can be regarded as whimsical, but there is a possibility of success, after all, there is already a precedent around them.

And the biggest difficulty with this plan is, if it succeeds, what do you think of the new Frank and Alice, are they still the same people?

For a moment, even Dumbledore was a little dazed.

"I must say, Amosta--"

After a brief moment of contemplation, Dumbledore shook his head, "It's an amazing genius idea, and, if we do it together, well, the chances of success are high, but-"

Dumbledore looked at Amosta seriously,

"None of us have the right to make this decision, you know, it's just Augusta and Neville."

"My suggestion is,"

Amosta shook his head, interrupting Dumbledore's offer,

"You can go and talk to Mrs. Longbottom, but there's no need for Neville Longbottom to put this child's mind to the test."

Dumbledore's slender fingers interlaced together, as if he had been under a petrification spell, remained quiet, thinking carefully, but in the end, he also did not accept Amosta's advice,

"I agree with you, Amosta, but neither you nor I have the right to do so, and we can only advise Augusta as to whether Mr. Longbottom needs to know the nature of his parents' treatment."

Amosta shook his head, working with Dumbledore was always a problem. His views or suggestions are always 'perfect' and hard to find, but they undoubtedly come across as 'idealistic' and 'indecisive'.

Tuk, tuk, tuk –

An owl curled up in a small window high up in the outer wall of the ward, tapping sharply on the window, and Amosta only glanced at it, and the light in his eyes tightened. He left his seat, walked briskly to the window, stood on tiptoe to let the owl in, and when he saw the envelope and the address on it, his breath settled.

"What's wrong, Amosta, what's going on?"

Amosta's breath changed too obviously, and Dumbledore, who was thinking about how to communicate with Augusta so that she could agree with Amosta's proposed treatment plan, suddenly woke up, and he also got up from his seat and looked at him solemnly.

But Amosta didn't answer the question, he flipped his fingers and opened the letter with a quick movement.

The words on the letter paper were not long, and it took more than ten seconds for Amosta to see them all, and he repeated them several times, his face was as deep as water, but in the end, he sighed faintly.

"I'm leaving, Headmaster Dumbledore, Lady Longbottom's side"

"I'm going to talk to Augusta, and if she agrees to the plan, then, I'll reach out to everyone who knows Alice and Frank as soon as possible and ask them for their memories, Amosta."

Dumbledore looked gently at Amosta, who seemed to be in a bad mood after reading the letter,

"If you need any help?"

"Oh, it's not a big deal--" Amosta slipped the letter into his pocket and smiled, "If it's fast, maybe I'll be back tomorrow morning." ”

Click-

Amosta unscrewed the door of the ward, and the sleepy Sirius, who had been waiting at the door, immediately came to his senses, and he looked at Amosta eagerly,

"How? Has that Muggle confirmed his recovery, and can you use the same treatment for Alice and Frank? ”

The therapists in the corridor still refused to leave, and they crowded in front of Amosta, looking at him excitedly,

"Can you tell me how you did that, Mr. Blaine?"

"It's a miracle, Mr. Blaine, that you've brought back to sanity a mentally broken Muggle who has been tormented by the Mind Curse, and it's an unsolvable problem all over the world!"

"Say a few words, Mr. Brian, tell me about your thoughts, where your inspiration comes from!"

"Oh!"

Principal Dalyse Devwent on the opposite wall also waved her arms,

"Don't be stingy, Amosta, I want to know about it too!"

"I'm sorry everyone,"

Amosta smiling,

"The treatment of Muggles is just a bold experiment, and whether it can be generalized to others needs to be rigorously demonstrated, and it is inconvenient to announce it for the time being."

After saying this, under Dumbledore's worried gaze, Amosta hurriedly gave the confused Sirius and Tonks a reassuring look and strode away.

(End of chapter)