Neville stared in the direction his grandmother had disappeared, his eyes filled with worry.
"What happened?" Charlie asked, putting down his cutlery.
Neville was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice:
"It must be something with my parents."
"Your parents?"
"They were driven mad by Death Eaters using the Crucio Spell."
Neville's voice was soft, filled with unspeakable pain.
"They are currently residing at St Mungos, and according to the Healers, their souls have been damaged."
"Whenever their condition worsens, Grandma always rushes over like this."
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright."
Neville shook his head, forcing a smile.
"I've gotten used to it."
Charlie suddenly thought of something.
The healing potion.
The healing potion he had brewed these past few months was specifically for treating soul wounds.
However, he didn't know its exact effects; he couldn't exactly wound his own soul and then drink the potion to treat it.
Now there were two ready-made experimental subjects; how could he not put it to practical use?
Moreover, it would be a good thing for Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom; if the potion worked, couldn't it cure them?
"Neville," Charlie stood up.
"I want to go see your parents."
Neville was stunned:
"Huh? The hospital isn't really suitable for guests, is it?"
"Perhaps I can help in some way."
"Really, Charlie!" Neville exclaimed with surprise.
He had an almost blind trust in Charlie.
If Charlie said it would work, then it definitely would.
The two arrived at St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries via the Floo Network.
It looked like a dilapidated department store, but for Wizards, it was Britain's most authoritative magical hospital.
Inside the hospital was a spacious and bright hall.
Healers in lime-green robes bustled about, and the air was filled with the scent of disinfectant.
"On the fifth floor, the Spell Damage ward," Neville whispered.
They took the magical elevator to the fifth floor.
The corridor was quiet, with various notices and promotional posters on the walls.
"Ward 49," Neville stopped in front of a door.
Charlie could hear Madam Augusta's voice coming from inside, along with Healers conversing.
Neville gently pushed open the door.
There were two beds in the ward, with a man and a woman lying on them.
The man had a round face like Neville's, and the woman had a gentle smile.
But their eyes were hollow and unfocused.
Madam Augusta sat by the bed, her eyes red-rimmed.
"Neville?" She saw her grandson appear and immediately frowned. "Why are you here? And with a guest?"
"This is very rude."
"Madam, I asked Neville to bring me here."
Charlie stepped forward.
"I wanted to see how Uncle and Auntie are doing; perhaps I can help."
"Help?"
Madam Augusta gave a bitter laugh.
"Child, even the Healers at St Mungos are helpless with this kind of injury."
"It's been over a decade, and there's no sign of improvement."
"I know you mean well, but what can a Young Wizard like you do?"
"Thank you for your kind heart, child."
Frank on the bed suddenly began to cackle, a chilling sound.
Neville's eyes instantly welled up.
A Healer nearby shook his head: "Madam, the patient's condition is indeed fluctuating today. I advise you to prepare yourself..."
Charlie quietly observed the patients' conditions.
The soul damage caused by the Crucio Spell was indeed very severe.
But the healing potion specifically targeted soul wounds; it might actually work.
And in this situation, there was nothing to lose by trying.
"Madam," Charlie began.
"I really do have a way to treat them."
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