Want your mom and dad to get back to normal?

Hermione's brow furrowed, Mrs. Longbottom's question was strange, how could Neville not want his mom and dad to be healthy?

Subconsciously, Hermione looked at Professor Dumbledore, hoping to get a hint, but Professor Dumbledore just stood there with his hands folded and remained silent, without giving her any hints.

Hermione had to use her brains.

It was clear that Professor Dumbledore had already had an in-depth conversation with Lady Longbottom, and had commented on Professor Blaine's treatment plan.

The scheme is undoubtedly useful, otherwise, Mrs. Longbottom would not have said that, just. Risky?

Yes, that's how it should be, Hermione pursed her lips and looked at Neville worriedly.

This is normal, this kind of world-wide incurable disease, if you want to treat it, you can't take a little risk.

After all this time together, Hermione knew that Lady Longbottom was a fierce old witch, and the danger of making her hesitate and silence Dumbledore was probably not so simple.

Neville stared blankly at his grandmother, a mysterious clarity that came to his mind, allowing him to see through the nature of his grandmother's strange question, like Hermione.

He instinctively wanted to refuse that if he wanted to be treated, his parents would be in unpredictable danger, and this danger must be very dangerous, otherwise Grandma and Professor Dumbledore would not have hesitated when there were already successful cases.

Without treatment, at least, he's still a man with mom and dad - Neville thought.

However, looking at the old grandmother on the door frame, Neville opened his mouth, and a wave of emotion blocked his throat, so that he could not speak his mind in the first place.

Grandma always told him that his parents had become what they were because of the fight against evil, and that he should be proud of his parents' bravery, but the pain in her heart must be the same as his own, or even more intense.

Neville's eyes saw Mom and Dad lying on the bed again.

Every time he saw them, Neville could feel the cold passage of time in their decaying bodies, the terrible nightmares that had been tormenting them in their dreams, making them miserable and making them age at a palpable rate.

Is it really what they want to live like this, until they die?

Neville's clenched fists trembled slightly, his nails sinking into flesh.

If it were him, he would not want to live like this, he would rather die happily.

No. They shouldn't be denied the opportunity to recover because of their cowardice, right?

"I want them to get back to health!"

Gradually, Neville's breathing became steady, his eyes not evading, and he confronted his grandmother's old face with relief, crying out like a warrior who would never look back.

Westminster, Mayfair.

No matter how much you don't miss anything, there will always be circumstances in life that you can't foresee.

In the quiet park, on the side of the clean road, Amosta stood under a tall, neat ash tree with trimmed foliage, quietly watching the end of the road, a vast mansion with a main façade of pure white marble and inlaid with golden reliefs, even compared to the mansion of the famous Malfoy family in the wizarding world.

Since the last time he brought Harry here, Amosta thought that he would never come here again in his life, but unexpectedly, a letter sent him here.

The letter was written by someone from the estate, but it was not sent from this address.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Amosta began to 'travel the world', and in order to prevent the orphanage from being unable to contact his son in case of a particularly urgent situation, he left a safe address in London, where he left the owl and could pass the letters to him at any time.

When I was in St. Mungo, I received the letter from this source, but it was not from the orphanage, but from the current manager of the Bryant manor, the housekeeper named Lawrence.

Although the Bryan family had declined, it was clear that they still had some energy, and Lawrence found the orphanage through the name 'Amosta Blaine' through Muggle channels.

In the spring season, Brian Manor is full of gloom.

A layer of ash had been deposited on the huge fountain in the center of the courtyard, and it seemed that it had stopped for some time.

Although the branches and foliage of the maple trees on both sides of the goose warm stone road are luxuriant, they are full of branches and lack some beauty. The majestic iron door was not guarded by the heroic posture seen last time, but in the small room on the side of the iron gate, an elderly Muggle was napping on the table.

Amosta did not alarm the 'security guard', who slept soundly, and he quietly came to the door, his figure flickered for a moment, and then he entered the spacious courtyard.

There was no figure in the huge courtyard, only in the villa, a few servants were listlessly maintaining the cleanliness of the villa.

The furnishings in the mansion have not changed from the last time they came, and the extravagant and luxurious decorations have not been sold to maintain the manor, and it can be seen that the old butler of the Brian family does have a deep affection for the family.

But none of this was worth Amosta's lingering, and without alerting anyone, he quietly appeared in a room on the east side of the third floor.

Looking at the door of the room, his expression touched for the first time since he came here.

When Mr. Blaine, who was related to him, died, he left him all the property of the Blaine family, but Amosta did not accept it, but suggested that the property be donated to charity according to Mr. Blaine's previous wishes, and this mansion was the only thing Lawrence wanted to keep.

Lawrence pleaded with Amosta not to sell the ancestral home for donation, and although it was a bit overstepping, Amosta agreed.

So theoretically, Lawrence is already the owner of the Blaine Manor.

However, the bedroom where he now lives is still the butler's room, not the master's.

Whether Muggle or wizard, a person of integrity and faith is always respectable.

Tuk, tuk –

After a long while, a weak, hoarse voice came from behind the door.

"Is it Sanke?"

The voice said,

"Come in, you know I can't get out of bed right now and open the door for you."

Click-

Amosta unscrewed the doorknob and walked inside.

The room is small in size, but clean and tidy, because only a dim lamp is lit on the bedside table, so the room is very dim.

Amosta glanced at the pill boxes on the bedside table and turned his gaze to Lawrence on the bed.

The old butler, who was always mindful of his image, had his gray hair in a mess, his lips were dry and white, and there was a deep eyeshadow under his closed eyes, and judging by the undulating rhythm of the bedding that covered him, he was struggling to breathe.

"Whew-whew--"

Lawrence gasped hoarsely, still not opening his eyes,

"I- I've already said, Sanke, I don't have an appetite right now, if I want to eat - what to eat, I'll tell you to go and rest"

Amosta pursed his lips and walked over slowly, he looked at Lawrence condescendingly, looked at the old butler who was a little thin and out of appearance, and said gently,

"You wrote to tell me that you would like to see me again before you die, but, Lawrence, it seems to me that you are still some way from death."

The hard wheezing immediately stopped, and Lawrence, who was on the sickbed, opened his eyes suddenly.

In the dimness, he stared at the incomparably familiar young face, and in the next second, he sat up directly after getting rid of his malaise, and exclaimed in surprise,

"Master Brian!" (End of chapter)