Hermione was so angry for a reason.

Ron could only see the results: 20,000 gold galleons, the Italian Order of Magic, and great fame......

It seemed that these were easy to obtain, but he couldn't see the danger behind them.

During last year's Paris, France, Ron asked Hermione for details many times.

I want to try to argue that if he had followed William, he would have been able to stop Arya and become the youngest recipient of the Medal of Valor!

Today, again.

In Ron's opinion, a dragon of more than a hundred meters, like a fire dragon of more than ten meters, seemed to be nothing.

Just feed some strong sleeping pills.

He sent a sentence: Isn't it enough to have hands?

Ron is at home, and he has to compare himself to so many excellent older brothers; Being by Harry's side, as his best friend, was so famous.

William is such a genius...... Before Ron even knew him, he was already the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin.

It made him have no intention of catching up.

But Hermione was different.

As one of the few good friends, Ron didn't like her very much at first, and only thought that she would die studying.

Amazing grades, huh?

Ron didn't think that Hermione was much better than him in actual combat, but he just had a good memory.

But she and William traveled several times, and became famous again and again, even more famous than Harry Potter all over the world.

Ron could tolerate Harry being the focus of wizarding wherever he went; It can be freely admitted that William is an existence that he can't catch up with.

But I couldn't accept it immediately...... Hermione, who was originally unknown like him, became more and more famous.

This is an inexplicable psychological gap.

In short, it can be described in one word – jealousy.

Hermione may understand, but that doesn't mean she's okay with it.

Because those so-called fame are not what she wants, but an additional burden after risking her life every time.

This kind of danger to life is not the same as the 'danger' of school.

The school's 'danger', most of which are under Dumbledore's control, is a relatively safe 'danger'.

There is also William as a back-up guarantee. In the past few years, except for the dead teacher, there has been no dead student.

But Paris, Venice and Hogwarts are not the same. It was a real desperate situation, an accident, or a guess error...... There were more than one or two people who died.

And Ron...... But they can't see that.

Walking on the road, several people did not mention the unpleasantness just now, but talked about the Quidditch World Cup.

Charlie, as a 50-year veteran Scottish fan, still hopes that Scotland can win the championship this year.

In the last World Cup, Scottish Seeker Hector Lamont missed the Golden Snitch by a narrow margin and lost by 30 points.

But Willian is not optimistic about Scotland, and certainly not on the defending champions of Canada.

To put it more bluntly: two teams where rookies peck each other, the quarterfinals are estimated to be difficult, so don't expect the champion.

When they were about to part, William admonished:

"Charlie, when you go back, please tell Mr. Weasley. Let's just say that Bertha was seriously injured and has been hospitalized.

Ask him to tell Bertha's boss...... Mr. Ludo Bagman. ”

"Bertha Jorkins?" Charlie nodded, "I see, I'll bring the news." ”

Bertha was an official of the Ministry of Magic, and it made sense to inform Ludo about this.

As for how to characterize it in the end, it's up to Secretary Fudge.

If he accepted Voldemort's intervention as quickly as Clegane did, everyone would be happy.

If he is reluctant to accept it, William may have to think...... The next minister has been chosen.

Planning ahead is a good Ministry of Magic; By the time the fire burns the eyebrows, the Ministry of Magic will basically be abolished.

In this regard, William is optimistic about Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office.

Charlie walked downstairs, and William and Hermione continued down the fifth-floor hallway.

Soon, they arrived at the Janus Siqi ward.

The so-called Janus Siqi Ward is a closed ward of the Spell Damage Department.

Its doors are usually locked to prevent patients from wandering around.

The patients in this ward have their brains permanently damaged by spells. If Bertha is not well treated, it will also be transferred here.

William took his wand and chanted, "Alajo Cave Open," and the door opened.

A gray-faced, sad-faced wizard lying on the opposite bed, staring at the ceiling and talking to himself, as if unaware of the things around him.

Don't look at this wizard as abnormal, but in fact, he has learned 'magic hemp'.

He and Professor Babugi are said to be alumni and both graduated from Claydon University.

Professor Babuji was of a poor level and went to Hogwarts to teach the ancient scriptures.

The wizard, on the other hand, continued to study advanced knowledge.

He tried to use magic as the fifth interaction force between microscopic particles.

The relationship and unity between the five forces were further studied, and the ...... that could explain the five interaction forces in a unified manner was found The Great Unification Theory!

Then, he studied painstakingly for thirty years, and then he ...... forever Hospitalized.

What a tragic word!

"Long time no see, William, have you two come to visit the Longbottoms?"

Mrs. Straw, who was sitting in a chair, said with a smile.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Straw." Hermione said softly.

Merryum Straw, who takes care of the hospital's long-term patients, is a gentle witch.

During the summer vacation of the first year, William and Hermione lived in St. Mungo for a while because of the Gringotts incident.

That's when I met Neville, so I come here often.

The two beds at the other end of the ward are surrounded by curtains.

There were the Longbottoms, Neville's parents.

They were tortured by the Drill Heart Curse and eventually went insane.

At the sound of the voice, the curtain in the distance was suddenly opened, revealing the old and serious face of Mrs. Longbottom.

She wears a green robe with a pointed hat decorated with a specimen of a vulture.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Longbottom." William nodded.

Seeing William and Hermione, the expression on the old man's face suddenly softened.

"William, Hermione, good afternoon. Neville, come and see, who's coming. ”

Neville was holding the bowl and spooning his mom a little bit.

It was also a great surprise to see the two of them suddenly.

"Why are you here? Have you had lunch? ”

Neville gestured to the table to the side, where there was a large lunch box full of food.

In an expectant tone, he invited, "If you haven't eaten, you can eat something here." ”

Mrs. Longbottom nodded.

William and Hermione did not refuse, gathered around the small table, and followed a simple meal.

After eating, Mrs. and Mrs. Longbottom were lulled to sleep by Mrs. Longbottom, and they left the room.

They did not leave the hospital immediately, but sat down in the hallway.

Mrs. Longbottom asked the two of them why they were here. William brought up the matter of Bertha.

"Ludo, that fool." Mrs. Longbottom snorted coldly. "Before the World Cup, I gave the Sports Department a holiday."

"Back then, Crouch said that Ludo's coming to work at the Ministry of Magic would be the beginning of the Ministry's misfortune...... Sure enough, I was not wrong. ”

"Of course, Crouch is a complete fool too."

Mrs. Longbottom was wrapped in a robe and seemed a little cold.

Speaking of Crouch, she leaned back on the bench with some trepidation, her eyes half-squinted, as if she were sleepy.

Seeing that his grandmother was asleep, Neville, who was afraid of her, talked more.

"Are you two injured, I read the newspaper that Venice is ruined." Neville cared.

"No, I brought you a gift." William blinked, pulling out a model of a gondola.

"Thank you." Neville took it, a little in love.

"Have you seen Ron?"

William nodded: "Yes, but we don't get along very well." ”

"Indeed." Neville whispered, "He's been in a bad temper lately. The last time I met Ginny, she was so angry that she cried. ”

"Ron also asked me, why did you come to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic? Curious to inquire many times, secretly followed me, and was thrown away by me......"

Neville's face was gloomy. He didn't like to be known by his classmates about his parents.

"What?" Mrs. Longbottom suddenly opened her eyes and said sharply:

"Why don't you tell your friends about your parents, Neville?

What are you afraid of? Feeling inferior? ”

Neville took a deep breath, looked down at the gondola, and shook his head.

"Hmph, that's not a shame!" Mrs. Longbottom said proudly:

"Remember, child...... No one can make you feel inferior without your consent! ”

Mrs. Longbottom criticized for a moment, then squinted again and fell asleep.

Neville didn't dare to talk any more, fearing that his grandmother was deliberately pretending to be asleep.

"Neville, are you going to see the Quidditch World Cup?" William digressed.

"Grandma didn't want to go," Neville said pitifully, "and she didn't buy a ticket." ”

"You can come with us." Hermione suggested. "We can get extra tickets."

"But......" Neville hesitated.

William pouted towards Lady Nunu of Longbottom.

Neville opened his mouth, as if constipated, and after five minutes of brewing, his face turned purple, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Hermione was about to help speak, but William took her hand and shook his head slightly.

Mrs. Longbottom wasn't necessarily reluctant to buy a ticket, but she was just waiting for Neville to speak.

A Gryffindor, if not even the courage to speak...... It's better to transfer to the hospital as soon as possible.

Anyway, in Mrs. Longbottom's opinion:

Whether it's going to a stupid badger house or dropping out of school to go home; Is it to go to the Green Snake Courtyard, or to enter Azkaban...... Two by two, it's not bad.

"Grandma, can I go together? Watching the Quidditch World Cup? Neville's voice was like a mosquito, but he said it anyway.

Mrs. Longbottom let out a faint 'um'.

"Alright, let's go." William stood up with a smile.

After the three of them left, Mrs. Longbottom opened her eyes, which had been closed, and a smile curled into the corners of her mouth.

But it soon disappeared.

Of course she won't go.

Because, Minerva must be there!

Wasn't it just a few decades ago that she lost Galleon when she lost a bet?

As for every time we meet, hang on your lips?

Minerva Stingy McGonagall!

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