Neville's excitement was impossible to hide, making him seem positively radiant.
Augusta Longbottom's lips trembled constantly, tears glimmering in her eyes. At last, she wept with joy. "I knew it! Of course I knew it! Neville, you're the best!"
Her voice shook and caught with sobs, filled with pride and relief.
"Nev... ille..."
The call was incredibly faint and indistinct, like a wisp of smoke dispersing in the wind.
Yet both Neville and Augusta Longbottom stiffened abruptly, as though struck by lightning.
No matter how faint or blurred the voice was, how could they fail to recognize the voice of a loved one?
"Nev... ille..."
Augusta Longbottom moved with astonishing speed, sprinting alongside Neville to the hospital bed.
Alice Longbottom woke first. She opened her clear eyes, her moving lips repeatedly calling Neville's name as her voice gradually became clearer.
Even though Neville had already met his parents through that Ritual Magic and had even fought alongside them, he was still overwhelmed with emotion. "It's me! Mum, it's me! I'm Neville! I'm here!"
Seeing Alice Longbottom slowly prop herself up on one arm, Neville quickly reached out and carefully supported her arm, helping her sit up slowly from the bed.
As Neville helped Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom woke as well. "Mum..."
Once they had confirmed that both of them were awake, Wizet and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Alice Longbottom and Frank Longbottom were physically unharmed. Their main injuries lay in their souls, leaving them like vases full of cracks and gaps.
Their condition was like pouring water into such a vase. No matter how much water was poured in, it would flow away through the cracks and gaps. That was why they had seemed so thin and aged.
Wizet and the others left the treatment