Chapter 907 Neville’s Parents

In fact, St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry is worse than imagined.

Ron got really angry when a traveling doctor who looked like a medieval wizard told him that he had "dead spots."

The doctor pushed away other portraits while chasing Ron. After chasing six portraits in a row, Ron asked angrily: "What kind of ghost disease is that?"

"This is a rare skin disease that people cannot bear to mention, young master. It will make you covered with acne and make you look even more disgusting than you do now."

"Look clearly who you are talking about is disgusting!" Ron's ears turned red with anger.

"The only cure is to strap a toad's liver tightly around your throat and stand in a bucket full of eel eyes during a full moon..."

"I don't have 'dead spots' disease at all!"

"But those dirty acne have damaged your appearance, young master..."

"Those are just freckles!" Ron was so angry that he went crazy, "Now get back to your original portrait and stay as far away from me as possible!"

Horrible treatment plan, anyway, all Fan Lin saw in other people's eyes was smiles.

freckle?

Oh, this is a bit much, the Weasley family is like this, but it will almost subside by Fred and George's grade, but it seems that Ron will have to endure it for a few more years.

Spend your teenage years?

Well, this is indeed a tempting thing.

However, before that, Ron still had to be patient.

Surprisingly, just when he arrived on the fifth floor, he met Neville by chance.

Fan Lin immediately recalled that Neville's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, were also at St. Mungo's Hospital. Of course, in the original, they should have been with Gilderoy Lockhart.

But now Professor Lockhart should be enjoying his time in America, not in the ward of St. Mungo's Hospital.

…

"Are they your friends? Neville!"

Neville's grandmother said kindly, approaching them.

It was a scary-looking old witch, wearing a long green dress, a moth-stained fox fur, and a pointed hat that was undoubtedly decorated with a well-fed vulture.

This is consistent with Neville's long-standing description. In Fanlin's view, Neville's grandmother was a typical traditional witch, different from the current one, completely in the style of a wizard.

"Hello, madam." Fan Lin said politely, and several people responded and followed suit.

And now Neville really wished there was a hole in the ground to crawl into. A dark purple blush crept onto his chubby face, and he didn't look directly at any of them.

"Hey, yes," Neville said hesitantly, meeting his friend in St. Mungo's. This was not what Neville wanted to see.

Not surprisingly, Neville's grandmother laid her eyes on Harry as soon as she came over. It was easy to spot because the scar on Harry's forehead had been very red in the past two days.

Neville's grandmother stared at Harry for a while, then stretched out her wrinkled paw-like hand to Harry: "Yes, yes, of course I know who you are. Neville commented on you very high."

"Well, thank you," Harry said, shaking her hand. Neville, on the other hand, focused his eyes on his feet, not looking at Harry, and the color on his face became darker and darker.

"You two are obviously Weasley children," Mrs. Longbottom continued, extending her hands to Ron and Ginny in turn like a great person: "Yes, I know your parents, of course not very well, but They are good people, good people. Then you must be Hermione Granger and Fanlin Al?"

Hermione and Fanlin looked surprised. Fanlin couldn't figure out how Mrs. Longbottom knew her name, but she still shook hands with Mrs. Longbottom as usual.

"Neville told me about you. You helped him out a few times, didn't you? He's a good boy." Neville's grandmother said, her stern eyes looking over her bony nose at Neville.

"But I'm afraid he did not inherit his father's talents." At this point, she turned her head sharply towards the two beds at the end of the nursing room, and the vulture on her hat trembled violently with her movement.

"What?" Ron was startled (Harry tried to step on Ron, but when you're wearing jeans instead of robes, it's hard not to attract attention when you're wearing jeans).

"Is that your father lying in that bed, Neville?"

"What's the matter?" said Mrs. Longbottom in a sharp voice. "Haven't you told your friends about your parents, Neville?"

Neville took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling, and shook his head. Fanlin had never felt so sorry for anyone before, but he couldn't think of any way to help Neville get out of his predicament.

The Longbottoms were lying on the bed, tortured by the curse.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of!" said Mrs. Longbottom angrily. "You should be proud, Neville! Proud! You know, they didn't lose their health and sanity just to have their only son... They feel ashamed."

"I'm not ashamed." Neville said vaguely. He was still looking around, but he just didn't want to look at Fan Lin and others.

Ron now stood on tiptoe and looked at the people lying on the two beds.

"Well, you've got a funny way of showing it," said Mrs. Longbottom, "that's my son and his wife." She turned haughtily to Harry, Ron, Vernon, Hermione and There's Ginny, "who was tortured to insanity by the man's followers."

Hermione and Ginny covered their mouths with their hands. Ron retracted his neck, resisting the urge to glance at Neville's parents.

"They are both Aurors, as you know, they are quite respected in the wizarding world," Mrs. Longbottom continued: "The couple are very talented. I..., ah, Alice, dear, what's the matter?"

Neville's mother was already walking slowly in her pajamas. The lively and cheerful face that Harry had seen in Moody's old photo of the original Order members was no longer there; replaced by a thin and haggard face. Her eyes looked large, and her graying hair looked dry and brittle.

She looked like she didn't want to talk, or that she was incapable of talking. She moved her hand carefully toward Neville, holding something in her hand.

"Again?" said Mrs. Longbottom in a tired voice. "Very well, Alice, dear, very well. Neville, take it, whatever it is."

Neville had extended his hand, and his mother dropped an empty gum wrapper into his palm.

"Very good, dear." Neville's grandmother pretended to be cheerful and patted Neville's mother on the shoulder. Neville also said calmly, "Thank you, Mum."

His mother staggered back to the nursery bed and began mumbling to herself. Neville looked around at the crowd defiantly, as if he was afraid they would laugh, but Fanlin felt that nothing in his life could be less funny than this.

"We're sorry, Longbottom..."

"Okay, we should go." Mrs. Longbottom sighed as she put on her long green gloves: "Nice to meet you. Neville, throw that candy wrapper into the trash can. The candy wrapper she gave you should be It’s enough to cover your bedroom.”

But when they left, Fanlin clearly saw Nevi put the chewing gum wrapper into his pocket.

Obviously, this is something very precious to Neville, and it is not rubbish... (To be continued)