Lawrence at Death's Door

Do you hope your father and mother will return to normal?

Hermione's brows furrowed. Mrs. Longbottom's question was truly strange. How could Neville not want his father and mother to recover their health?

Instinctively, Hermione looked toward Professor Dumbledore, hoping for some hint. However, Professor Dumbledore merely stood there with his hands folded, silent, offering her no indication at all.

Hermione had no choice but to think it through herself.

Clearly, Professor Dumbledore and Mrs. Longbottom had already had an in-depth conversation, and he had given his assessment of Professor Breen's treatment plan.

The plan was undoubtedly effective. Otherwise, Mrs. Longbottom would not have said such a thing. It was just... risky?

That was it. The truth had to be that. Hermione pressed her lips together and looked at Neville with deep concern.

That was only normal. For such a difficult and complicated condition, there was no way to treat it without taking some risks.

After spending this time together, Hermione had come to know Mrs. Longbottom as a decisive old witch. The danger that could make her hesitate, and Dumbledore remain silent, was likely far from simple.

Neville stared blankly at his grandmother. A strange clarity rose in his mind, allowing him, like Hermione, to see through the true nature of his grandmother's peculiar question.

His first instinct was to refuse. If they went through with the treatment, his parents would face unpredictable danger. The danger had to be terribly severe; otherwise, his grandmother and Professor Dumbledore would not have shown hesitation even with a successful case already before them.

If they did not seek treatment, then at the very least, he would still be someone with a father and mother—this was what Neville thought.

But as he looked at his grandmother, her age showing in every line of