Fortunately, Iron-Capped Prince Hannah Abbott's parents were still alive, and she herself had no regrets. Together, she and Li Wei finally managed to comfort Luna and the others.
As evening fell, the Hogwarts Express sounded its whistle and finally arrived at Hogsmeade Station.
"Li Wei, is there really no chance that my mum and dad can be cured?"
"Is there really no miraculous herb or spell in this world that could heal them?"
In the Thestral carriage, Neville was still in low spirits. Luna's wish to see her departed loved ones again resonated deeply with him. He wanted his parents to get better too.
"I don't know how to answer that." Li Wei was a little scared of being asked such questions himself. His classmates were, after all, only twelve- or thirteen-year-old children. He could only say:
"But you can search for the answer yourself, Neville. As long as you don't give up, there will always be hope, won't there?"
After hearing Li Wei's words, a faint spark lit up in Neville's dim eyes. He nodded earnestly.
"Yeah! You're right, Li Wei. I won't give up! I believe there must be a way in this world to cure my parents! I... I'll find it!"
By the end, Neville remembered his own clumsiness, Professor Snape's reprimands, and his grades. He could not help losing some confidence.
Seeing this, Li Wei sighed inwardly.
His mastery of dark magic had already reached a fairly advanced level, and he understood the Cruciatus Curse especially well.
The Cruciatus Curse tortured people by acting directly upon the soul. Every time someone suffered under it, their soul sustained a degree of damage.
If the caster's emotions were not vicious enough and their magic was not powerful enough, things were somewhat better. The damage to the soul could