Neville did not know how long he had cried before his mother's choked voice sounded in his ears. "Neville... my child..."
Alice Longbottom's voice was filled with sorrow. "We might not be able to see you again... This is the only thing we can do..."
Hearing Alice Longbottom say that, Neville asked in confusion, "Mum... what are you talking about?"
Alice Longbottom did not answer Neville's question and simply continued, "Frank, you must have no regrets left either..."
"Yes!" Frank Longbottom's voice rang out, carrying a trace of wistfulness. "Even if none of this is real..."
"My poor child..." Alice Longbottom could not help crying again. "Our little darling was still so tiny, and we hadn't even finished making his pram..."
"Alice, Mum will help us take care of him..." Frank Longbottom let out a long sigh and could only comfort her softly. "It's just that pram... I'm afraid there's really nothing we can do about it..."
Hearing Frank Longbottom's words, Alice Longbottom began to sob. "Once our little darling grows up, he'll definitely be as wonderful as we imagined... He'll surely be a good boy!"
After hearing his parents' exchange, Neville realized that they had misunderstood something;
They probably believed they could not escape Bellatrix Lestrange's clutches and thought that everything happening now was some kind of "life flashing before their eyes."
"I'm Neville! The real Neville! Not something you imagined!" Neville hurriedly explained. "Mum, Dad! You're both alive! You're doing just fine!"
Alice Longbottom and Frank Longbottom looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.
"It's true!" Neville was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and could only do his best to explain the situation. "The Aurors saved you both!"
"And those Death Eaters... those Death Eaters were caught too. They were locked in