Madam Augusta looked at the first-year Wizard in front of her, but she did not trust him.
She let out a soft laugh and shook her head.
"Child, I know you mean well, but I've heard words like that for many years."
"Countless Healers, Potions experts, and even the most authoritative specialists at St. Mungo's have said similar things."
"And what happened in the end?" Madam Augusta's voice was tinged with weariness.
"They were still powerless to do anything."
The Healer beside her frowned immediately. He felt that his professional authority had been seriously challenged.
"Kid, this is St. Mungo's, not somewhere for you to play house." The Healer's tone was extremely impatient.
"Soul damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse is one of the most difficult problems in the Wizarding World."
"If you keep fooling around, I'll have you thrown out."
Neville hurried forward when he saw this.
"Sir, Charlie really is very capable..."
The Healer impatiently cut him off.
"What could a brat possibly be capable of?"
Charlie merely stood there calmly, not angered by the Healer's words.
He looked at Madam Augusta and said sincerely,
"Madam, my method won't cause any harm to the patient."
"Since you don't have any other options right now, why not give it a try?"
Madam Augusta hesitated.
The child was right. Frank and Alice's condition was already as bad as it could get. It could not possibly become any worse.
Seeing her hesitate, the Healer was about to say something else.
Madam Augusta raised a hand to stop him and asked,
"Charlie, what is your method?"
"I developed a potion specifically for treating soul damage."
"Heh." The Healer was dismissive when he heard this.
"Merlin, that's the funniest joke I've heard all year."
Madam Augusta also shook her head helplessly, finding it