Having finished piecing together all of Frank's memories, Amanda's face had turned visibly pale; eliminating the sequelae of Crucio was simply too taxing on both her magic power and mental capacity.
However, she persisted, using a steady voice to explain to the doctors from St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries gathered around the hospital bed.
"After the third step of piecing together memories is finished, we can proceed to the fourth step: attempting to wake the patient. When waking them, use people who occupy a large portion of the patient's memory as much as possible; this increases the probability of a successful awakening."
After saying this, Amanda fixed her gaze intently on Frank's eyes, her voice sounding calm yet gentle.
"Mr. Longbottom, you should be able to hear me? Could you please make an effort to wake up and see your wife and child?"
"They both really want you to wake up."
As Amanda spoke, Alice and Neville cooperated by placing their hands on Frank's hands.
The moment they placed their hands there, Amanda saw Frank's eyelids twitch. She knew it had succeeded.
"I'm sorry," Frank's choked voice sounded as he reached out to pull his wife and child into his embrace, "I failed to protect you."
Leaving one of you to be insane alongside me for fifteen years, and the other to spend fifteen years without parental care.
"What nonsense are you talking, Frank," Alice patted her husband's back, "this was something I was prepared for long ago."
"You don't need to apologize, Dad," Neville looked up, his eyes shimmering with tears of joy, "I know that you are both true heroes."
"Heroes, and from now on, we will also be qualified parents." Frank closed his eyes, gently stroking Neville's back.
"Mom, I'm sorry I only just woke up now. It's been hard on you raising Neville alone all these years."
Frank turned his head to look at Augusta, who was also standing by the bed. Augusta's expression slowly softened from its usual sternness.
"I am proud of you both," the proud and highly skilled old lady tilted her head slightly, "your son Neville is also a good child, no less than you two."
Hearing this in his father's arms, Neville was stunned for a moment. Was Grandma praising him?
"Mm." Frank nodded with a smile, finally looking at Amanda to express his gratitude with a solemn expression.
"Thank you for your help, Miss Amanda. The Longbottom family will forever remember your kindness."
Amanda shook her head, "There's no need to be so polite, Mr. Longbottom."
"However, I have some news that isn't very good to tell you: Voldemort has been resurrected."
"I'm sorry that you have to face such a thing again just as you've woken up."
"If you are willing, I can arrange for you to go to another country to recuperate. The British Wizarding World may not be very peaceful in the coming days."
Neville looked up at his parents. Naturally, he hoped they could go abroad to recuperate and get their health back.
But thinking carefully, he knew it was simply impossible.
Putting himself in their shoes, he would absolutely never leave at a time like this either.
He would definitely stay, stay to fight to the end alongside the many Wizards in the British Wizarding World who opposed Voldemort and who loved peace and life.
"There is nothing to be sorry for, Miss Amanda," a sharp, confident smile spread across Frank's face, "Voldemort has been resurrected; then we'll just have to kill him thoroughly once more."
"I think," he turned to look at his wife, whose face was filled with the same sharp determination as his, "my wife and I both still have excellent combat capabilities."
"We will recover our bodies in St Mungos as quickly as possible and then be discharged."
So what if Voldemort had returned? It wasn't like they hadn't fought against him before.
Besides, if all the adults ran away to foreign countries, then who would be left to resist Voldemort?
Were they supposed to rely on children like Amanda and Neville? That would truly make it seem like it made no difference whether they as adults existed or not, and they would be dying of shame.
Nodding in understanding, Amanda slowly stood up with Hermione's support and turned to the doctors of St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. "Did everyone learn how to do it?"
The doctors, who had just been incredibly moved by the Longbottom family—especially the couple—all had their expressions freeze. "We... we will practice hard after we go back."
This was equivalent to euphemistically saying they hadn't learned it. A flash of realization went through Amanda's mind, and she nodded with a genial expression.
"It's normal not to learn it; the requirements for magic power and mental capacity to eliminate the sequelae of Crucio are too high."
Perhaps one day in the future, when the technology she mastered was more advanced and she had integrated magic and Muggle technology more perfectly, she could use artificial intelligence to replace the human brain in helping Crucio victims piece together memory fragments, and use charged magic to replace the one-time consumption of human magic.
That way, all doctors would be able to perform the work of eliminating Crucio sequelae.
Maybe after returning, she could tell this idea to the Ravenclaw seniors in the factory and let those interested research it.
The products produced in Amanda's factory were never the result of her wisdom alone or her efforts alone; rather, it was the R&D talents of almost the entire British Wizarding World exercising their talents together.
Before leaving, although they hadn't learned anything, the doctors of St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries still presented Amanda with a Medical Card on behalf of the Dean.
With this Medical Card, Amanda and her family could enjoy permanent lifetime medical care at St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
"We sincerely hope and wish that you and your family will never need to use this card, Miss Amanda."
"I hope so too." Amanda tucked away the Medical Card and nodded with a smile, then stepped into the burning green flames of the fireplace with Hermione.
At the same time, in the ward, Frank was listening to Neville talk about his life and studies over the years. Beside him, although Alice had already heard it once yesterday, she still listened with utmost seriousness.
In Neville's narration, besides the parts about himself, the parts about Miss Amanda and Miss Granger were what made Frank feel the most shocked and full of respect.
Two girls who were only fifteen years old had done things that even adults like them had never achieved.
In their first year, they stopped Voldemort from stealing the Philosopher's Stone; in their second year, they killed the Basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets; in their third year, they captured Peter Pettigrew to clear Sirius Black's name; in their fourth year, before school even started, they directly captured nearly half of the Death Eaters—with most pure-blood family heads being locked up—and even publicly challenged the Ministry of Magic to stand up for the common people of the British Wizarding World and expose the truth of Voldemort's resurrection.
In their fifth year, they began leading all the students of Hogwarts to oppose Dolores Umbridge. Each and every one of these things, no matter which one, was something even adult Wizards might not be able to achieve, yet two Young Wizards had done them all.
Particularly upon hearing that Amanda had successfully captured those heads of Pure-blood families, Frank's eyes lit up, his reaction almost identical to his wife's when she heard the news.
This was truly wonderful! Someone could finally deal with them; back then, everyone knew they supported Voldemort.
But unfortunately, Voldemort's power was great at that time, and plus the Pure-blood families controlled too many industries in the Wizarding World, so they had no way to move against them.
Now it was fine; Miss Amanda had directly reshaped the industries of the entire British Wizarding World and taken down all those heads of Pure-blood families. This news was truly heartening to them.
It made them look forward even more to quickly recovering and being discharged to join the ranks of those opposing Voldemort. This time, the advantage was entirely on their side.
Having completely resolved the Crucio sequelae for Neville's parents, Amanda rested at the Granger Residence for a full day before completely recovering. Immediately upon recovering, she began continuing the development of the counter-curse for Blood Curse Beastmen and Werewolves.
Sprawled over the dining table at the Granger Residence, Amanda had covered the entire table with parchment. Her Christmas break homework had long been finished; she always completed her homework as quickly as possible after the break started, using the remaining time for self-study.
This was something Amanda had persisted in doing until now.
As for why she was developing the counter-curse on the dining table... that was naturally because the dining table was larger than the desk in Hermione's room.
Hermione, who had been writing her homework all morning, walked slowly downstairs. Seeing the parchment Amanda had spread across the table, her brow twitched violently.
To make Amanda write so many sheets of parchment without finishing, it seemed the Blood Curse on Blood Curse Beastmen and the Lycanthropy Toxin in Werewolves were indeed very troublesome.
One had to know that even for the Crucio sequelae, Amanda had managed it directly by hand.
Hearing the sound of Hermione's footsteps, Amanda put down the quill in her hand and looked up. "Finished writing, Hermione?"
"Mm," Hermione picked up a water glass nearby and took a large gulp, "the morning's plan is finished. What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make it; you continue with your work."
"I want to eat the steak Hermione fries."
Amanda said the first option that popped into her head without hesitation.
"Alright." Hermione smiled and rubbed the top of Amanda's head, then walked into the kitchen to start the fire and prepare the steak.
Amanda lowered her head again, her quill making a light stroke as she finished writing out the spell she had initially designed and drew two horizontal lines beneath it.
The basic theoretical level of the shared counter-curse for Blood Curse and Lycanthropy Toxin was now passed, equivalent to completing nearly sixty percent of the development progress.
Now all that remained was the experiment—using experiments to find where the problems in the counter-curse lay and to find where potential flaws might appear.
But the problem was—Amanda's finger tapped lightly on the table—this experiment certainly couldn't be conducted on just any Werewolf or Blood Curse Beastman; after all, it carried considerable danger.
So who was suitable? A vast amount of information flashed through Amanda's mind, and in just one second, she locked onto a person: Fenrir Greyback, one of Voldemort's subordinates and the self-proclaimed Werewolf leader.
The number of children he harmed every year was the highest among the Werewolf community, and the Lycanthropy Toxin he spread could be said to be the most in the entire British Wizarding World, and even the entire global Wizarding World.
This fellow was just too suitable for her to use as an experimental subject. No matter what side effects appeared on this fellow, she wouldn't feel the slightest bit of unease.
Werewolf leader... then going to the Werewolf Settlement to catch him would definitely be right.
Thinking of this, Amanda took out the communicator from her robes and directly called Platt.
The communicator was quickly connected after two rings, and Platt's elegant yet powerful voice sounded from it.
"Junior Lin Yue, is something the matter?"
"Senior Platt, can you find out where the Werewolf Settlement is?"
Hearing Amanda's words, Platt's hand, which was flipping through various factory reports, paused slightly.
"Werewolf Settlement? Junior, what are you going to do?"
"The theory for the shared counter-curse for Blood Curse Beastman curses and Lycanthropy Toxin I'm researching is basically complete. Next, I need to conduct experiments. I want to go to the Werewolf Settlement and capture Fenrir Greyback."
"This..." Platt frowned. The Werewolf Settlement, and catching Fenrir Greyback—even for Amanda, wasn't this level of danger still a bit too high?
This was completely different from dealing with ordinary Wizards. Dealing with ordinary Wizards, even if you were hit by a spell, as long as it wasn't the Killing Curse, it was nothing much.
But when dealing with Werewolves, if you were bitten once, you would be infected with Lycanthropy Toxin.
"Don't worry, Senior Platt. I am confident I can handle all the Werewolves in the gathering place."
"I think the strength I've demonstrated before can also prove this."
"Your strength is very great," Platt raised her left hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, "but in case you have some mishap, a moment of carelessness or something, it's easy to get infected with Lycanthropy Toxin."
"How about we accompany you..."
"No," before Platt could finish, Amanda directly and categorically rejected her suggestion, "I'm only preparing to go there to capture Fenrir Greyback because I have absolute certainty of my own safety. Seniors cannot go and take risks."
Otherwise, if any one of them suffered any harm because of this, Amanda would never be able to forgive herself.
"You," Platt shook her head helplessly, "then how about this: the alchemy golemss I was researching just happened to achieve mass production at Factory 77. Take a hundred—no, take three hundred alchemy golemss with you. You are not allowed to refuse this again, or I won't give you the address!"
"Okay, I'll listen to Senior." Amanda obediently agreed. As long as it wasn't the seniors or anyone else accompanying her, alchemy golemss were fine; they wouldn't get infected with Lycanthropy Toxin, so there was no danger.
"Then it's settled," Platt replied, "I'll give you the address tonight. The alchemy golemss will also arrive by themselves tonight to wait around the Werewolf Settlement."
"Whenever you go there, they will activate themselves."
"Okay, thank you Senior Platt. It's been hard on you."
"Little one, getting all polite with me now." Platt said with a smile, and after a word with Amanda, she hung up the communication.
At the same time, Hermione also happened to walk out of the kitchen carrying the steak.
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