Chapter 246 Lonely Hero

Ai Wen looked at the ward, which seemed to be the patient's long-term home. A novel ＜≤﹤＜＜≤≤﹤＜≤﹤﹤＜≦＜≤≤

There were far more personal belongings around the hospital bed than on Ron's side, and Gilderoy had a picture of himself on the headboard, grinning and waving as before.

Many of the photos had his puerile signature on it, and as soon as he was pressed into a chair by the therapist, he pulled over a stack of photos, grabbed his quill, and signed feverishly.

"You need to put them in envelopes so I can mail them to my admirers." He threw the signed photos onto Hermione's lap, as he had done at school. "I Not forgotten, no, I still get letters from many admirers, Gladys Guggion writes every week, I really don't understand why?"

He paused, looking a little confused, then smiled again and signed his name vigorously, "I think it's just because I'm handsome!"

Ai Wen's eyes looked into the distance. In addition to Lockhart, there were two patients in the room, a man and a woman. They were lying in the corner of the room, staring at the ceiling and talking to themselves, as if they knew nothing about the things around them. Sleep.

"That's the Longbottoms!" the therapist explained, noticing Irving's gaze, "they've been here for a long, long time, well over a decade, before I came to work here, They are here."

Ivan suddenly realized that it was Neville's parents.

They were both Aurors and original members of the Order of the Phoenix. During the First Wizarding War, fought valiantly against Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

After Voldemort lost and fled, just when people thought the war was over, they were captured by Bellatrix Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., and the other Death Eaters. The Death Eaters frantically tortured the two of them with the Cruciatus, hoping for news about Voldemort and where he might have absconded.

In the end, they were tortured to the point of madness, not recognizing their family members or even who they were, and had been being treated at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

There is no doubt that both of them are heroes, but unfortunately the ending is very tragic.

"You just said the Longbottoms?" Hermione said in surprise, as if noticing something.

"Yes, they are Mr. Frank Longbottom and Mrs. Alice Longbottom," said the therapist. "The old mother of the two of them, Mrs. Longbottom, came to see them every day, and there was a boy with a round face, I remember it being called..."

"Neville!" Hermione exclaimed.

At the same time, the ward door was opened again.

Ivan saw Neville, sullen, come in, followed by a terrifying old witch in a green robe and moth-eaten fox fur, with a pointed hat apparently adorned with a stuffed vulture.

"Evan, Hermione, you, you..." Neville was shocked and shivered, as if a bullet had just passed him by.

He looked extremely surprised, and then became panicked again. Neville looked at Ivan and Hermione dodgingly, and looked uncertainly at his parents lying on the bed at the back. He obviously didn't want to let his classmates know about your parents.

The atmosphere was so embarrassing, how Ivan wished he hadn't come to this ward.

"Is that your friend, Neville, darling?" Neville's grandmother said kindly, walking towards Ivan and Hermione.

Neville didn't speak, his bulging face was purple, and he didn't dare to meet everyone's eyes. He seemed to prefer to be anywhere in the world, just not here.

"Are you Ivan Mason?!" Mrs Longbottom looked at Ivan carefully, and stretched out a dry, eagle-claw-like hand for him to hold, "Yes, I know you, I was in the newspaper a few days ago. I've seen your photos and the reports about your deeds saying that you and Harry Potter saved that kid from the Black family, and you did a great job!"

Mrs. Longbottom patted Ivan's shoulder and turned her eyes to Hermione next to her.

"As for you, it must be Hermione Granger." She shook hands with Hermione and continued, "Neville told me about you, you helped him through some difficulties, and Neville commented on the two of you. Very high."

Neville didn't look at them, just staring at his feet, his face turning purple.

"Neville's a good boy!" Mrs Longbottom turned her head and looked down at Neville with a stern look down her pointed nose, "but not as talented as his father, nor as smart as his mother, I have to say. …”

She turned her head to the two beds inward, the vulture in her hat shaking horribly.

Ai Wen and Hermione were silent, and looked back at the two people lying on the inner side of the bed, not knowing what to say.

"Neville, didn't you tell your friends about your parents before?" asked Mrs Longbottom sharply, noticing the abnormality in the atmosphere.

Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and shook his head.

Unconsciously, Hermione held Ivan's hand lightly, looking very sad, she was worried about Neville's affairs, but didn't know what to do.

"Well, that's no shame!" said Mrs Longbottom angrily. "You should be proud, Neville, proud! They sacrificed their health and sanity to make their only son ashamed of them!"

"I don't feel ashamed." Neville said weakly, still not looking at Ivan and Hermione.

"The way you act is very strange!" Mrs Longbottom looked at him, then turned her head and said proudly to Ivan and Hermione, "My son and daughter-in-law are tortured mad by the men of the mysterious man, they used to be Aurors, Respected in the wizarding world."

Hermione covered her mouth with her little hand, and she looked back at Neville's parents.

Hearing the sound, Neville's mother sat up from the bed. Her face was thin and haggard, her eyes were particularly large, and her head was white, messy and dry. She didn't seem to want to speak, or couldn't speak, but just sat on the bed and drew timidly towards Nevilleby.

Seeing her movement, the therapist hurried up to meet her.

"Alas!" Mrs Longbottom sighed, glanced at Neville again, and staggered to her son and daughter-in-law.

In her old back, there is an inexplicable loneliness.

Neville didn't move, he took a deep breath, raised his head sharply and looked at Ivan and Hermione challengingly, as if ready to accept the ridicule of the two of them.

Ai Wen has never encountered anything less funny than this in his life. His eyes moved to other places, and he did not look at Neville.

Beside him, Hermione looked at Neville with tears in her eyes.

The two of them didn't know how to leave the ward at the end, and in the hallway, Hermione said tearfully, "I never knew..."

Ai Wen did not speak, and his heart was equally heavy.

Neville's life experience is similar to Harry's, and in a sense, even more pitiful than Harry. Although he can see his parents often, it is impossible for them not to recognize him, and he does not even dare to ask him. Friends mentioned them.

For Neville, the incident was an endless torment.

Ai Wen sighed, once again realizing the cruelty of Death Eaters and the cruelty of war.

In the face of a dangerous future, the only guarantee is to strengthen one's own strength as much as possible. (To be continued.)