Hogwarts' Golden Glory

After venting about the complaints unique to the elderly.

Dumbledore still stood in the designated position.

The moment the Elder Wand touched the ground, the entire magic circle suddenly rose into three dimensions, transforming into countless interwoven bands of light.

The medical equipment in the ward began to float.

Neville's hair stood on end, while Rafer lay comfortably on the floating medical record book, as if riding a magic flying carpet.

"Merlin..." Algi was also shocked by the power of the ritual.

Kane started to get serious at this moment.

He was completely focused on guiding the flow of magic.

This was the first time he had seen the psychological scars left by the Crucifixion.

"The wounds left by the Crucifixion are like...like a spider web woven with malice, every thread repeating the instruction of 'pain'."

His wand tip flicked out a wisp of dark red energy, which twisted and struggled in the air.

"But what if we cover it with a stronger positive connection..."

Dumbledore suddenly increased his magical output, and the Elder Wand burst forth with a sun-like light: "Like this?"

The entire room was instantly filled with gold.

In the dazzling light, one can vaguely see:

Dumbledore's immense magic hovered above the Longbottoms, showering them with healing energy like a rain of fire.

Kane wasn't idle either.

Countless silver-blue threads flowed from the tip of the wand, precisely stitching together the rift in the soul.

As you can see, under Dumbledore's magical urging, the Longbottoms were driven out of their bodies by black and red magic.

The dispelled magic actually formed Bellatrix's face in the air.

It vanished after emitting a silent scream.

As the light dimmed, the first sound heard was Alice Longbottom sobbing.

"Navie... my little man... you've grown so fast..."

Frank didn't say anything, his trembling hand was stroking his son's black hair.

At that moment, the two of them suddenly returned to normal!

Neville knelt before his parents' bedside and cried like a child.

Eleven years of longing turned into scalding tears that soaked through my parents' hospital gowns.

Augusta was also gripping her cane tightly at that moment.

Despite her best efforts to control herself, she couldn't hide the tears streaming down her face.

In the corner, Dumbledore quietly popped a lemon Olaf into his mouth and winked at Kane: "Looks like someone's magic circle is working well?"

Kane slumped to the ground, drenched in sweat but smiling broadly.

I was just about to say something.

He fell backward instantly, only to be caught by the floating medical record book.

This means the magic power within my body has been exhausted!

Leif jumped onto his chest with a "quack," as if checking if the crazy boy was still alive.

"Don't worry..." Kane said weakly, rubbing the toad's head.

"Thank you, Professor."

Even Kane couldn't help but marvel at Dumbledore's terrifying strength!

The other party clearly consumed far more magic power than I did!

But the other party seems to have endless energy!

If it weren't for the medical record controlled by the other party, I'd probably be lying on the ground by now.

Dumbledore's blue eyes, behind his half-moon spectacles, gleamed with satisfaction.

He moved Kane directly to the hospital bed.

With a gentle tap of the Elder Wand, a steaming cup of honey tea appeared beside Kane.

"For one hundred and thirty-seven years," Dumbledore's voice was as warm as melted butter, "I have seen countless genius wizards, but none who have combined soul magic and alchemy so exquisitely..."

He paused deliberately, then pulled out an old parchment with a phoenix emblem from his sleeve. "I'm afraid only Nicolas Flamel in his youth could rival it."

"I'm sure he'll be very happy to meet you, an alchemical genius."

Kane took the yellowed parchment.

The moment the fingertips touched the paper, the golden runes rippled outwards.

"On Magical Resonance and the Transformation of Matter: Albus Percival Woolfrick Bryan Dumbledore's Alchemical Reflections"

The very first sentence made Kane's pupils shrink:

"The essence of alchemy is not turning lead into gold, but understanding the law of resonance in all things."

It also records how to adjust the frequency of magic through emotional fluctuations, so that it resonates with the target substance.

There's even some content about the soul.

For example, Horcruxes.

When Kane looked up, Dumbledore was smiling as he popped his fifth lemon Olaf into his mouth.

It was as if what had just been given was not knowledge enough to create the next Dark Lord, but rather an ordinary candy recipe.

"Headmaster, this..." Kane's voice was a little hoarse, "This has gone beyond the scope of the Alchemy Notebook."

He felt this wasn't a promotion, but more like a test.

Dumbledore blinked. "I believe that giving this to you would be his greatest value."

Neville supported his father, who had just regained consciousness. His eyes were still red, but his gaze was more determined than ever before.

He walked to Kane's bedside and gave an awkward bow.

"Kane, I..."

Neville's voice was choked with emotion, and his fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of his clothes.

"I don't know how to thank you. But Grandma always said the Longbottom family never owes anyone a favor."

He took a deep breath, as if making a decision, "If you need anything... our family has a seat in Wizengamo, and Uncle Algi has influence in the Department of Law Enforcement."

Kane, lying on the hospital bed, raised an eyebrow slightly.

He originally just wanted something different, but he didn't expect that Nave, this honest man, would lay all the political chips on the table.

At this moment, Neville's grandmother Augusta did not stop her honest grandson.

She also wanted to know what Kane's, or rather the Malfoy family's, purpose was!

"Actually..." He looked up, revealing a perfectly timed expression of hesitation.

"I've been looking through some old files recently and discovered that the Ministry of Magic's legal procedures... are sometimes delayed due to 'political considerations'."

Algi's brows furrowed immediately, as if he had heard some disgusting word.

Kane continued, "For example... some cases with solid evidence are delayed in receiving a fair trial because they involve sensitive figures."

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over Algi's taut jawline, "Like—"

"—Just like the Sirius Black case!"

Algi slammed his fist on the bedside table, making the honey tea cup clink.

This was originally his case that was being retried.

"Merlin's beard! I saw this case a few days ago! Peter Pettigrew's Animagus form! And the memory video from that day, it's enough to prove Sirius's innocence! But suddenly they say the trial is going to be postponed!"

Augusta slammed her cane down heavily.

"Algier is right," the old lady's voice was as rough as sandpaper. "Back then, I told Barty Crouch to interrogate all those involved directly with truth serum!"

She sneered, "And the result? An innocent person was imprisoned in Azkaban for over a decade, while the real villains claimed to have been cursed with Imperius and went unpunished!"