No one expected that the snowstorm would stop early the next morning. Today, the thick clouds in the sky miraculously moved away, and the sunlight that had not been seen for a long time fell on the earth again, and also spilled into the window of the ward.

The golden sunlight is particularly beautiful indoors, and in the pillars of light that shine through the window, the fine dust shimmers with a little brilliance, giving people an indescribable sense of sacredness.

This is the Spell Damage Unit of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, located on the fifth floor of this building. The windows in the ward are bright and clean, and they are cleaned every day to maintain the most basic comfort and tidiness.

However, in such a room that seemed to be enjoyable, there was only one thing missing, and that was the patient.

"Miss Lovegood?" Tonks looked left and right, and then asked the blonde girl sitting by the window in surprise, "What about McLean?" Where did he go? ”

Yes, by the sunny window, Luna was reading with relish in her hand a magic book. Her long, pale blonde hair bathed in sunlight and reflected a soft sheen.

Since Maka was sent to St. Mungo yesterday, she has been with her side and has not left once. But now she is still here, but Maca, who was the protagonist of today, has disappeared, and Tonks's expression looks surprised.

"Maca?"

Luna heard the voice and looked up at Tonks in a trance. But then, as if she had just understood what Tonks was saying, she tilted her head and looked blankly at the hospital bed.

"Oh...... Where did Maca go? ”

"Hey, Miss Lovegood," Tonks said speechlessly, "I'm asking you—haven't you been with him all the time?" Why didn't he know where he was? ”

"Hmm......" Luna sat in the sun, squinting her eyes and pondering for a long time, before shaking her head, "Like...... Well, it seems like Maca said she was going to go next door? ”

As she spoke, she craned her neck and looked curiously, as if she had noticed someone behind Tonks.

"Hermione?"

Hearing Luna call her name, Hermione was about to say hello, but before she could say anything, she heard Ron's call coming from the door next door.

"Where is Maca?" Hermione glanced at Luna, seeming to hesitate, but eventually ran over to the next door, "Marca? Ma-"

To be honest, Maca doesn't look good, as his face is still pale and he coughs twice from time to time. But he was still standing between the two beds, talking to a witch in a green robe.

When Hermione saw it, she somehow burst into flames in her heart. She immediately retracted her call and strode into the room with a disgruntled expression.

The others who came with her were standing at the door of the ward, staring left and right, not knowing whether to follow up or not.

“…… Yes, this ...... Ahem...... This is no longer soul damage, the Mind Drilling Curse has been on them for too long, causing a lot of damage to their brains......"

"Maca!"

Maca, who was communicating with the female therapist, was interrupted by Hermione's shouting. He blinked, then turned around helplessly, and smiled at Hermione in passing.

"What's wrong? Ahem...... Who you off? Maca looked at her innocently.

"Who else?" Hermione frowned and said angrily, "Why don't you lie down properly in the hospital bed?" Instead, I came here to chat with people...... Don't you remember how you were carried over? ”

"Oops, my injuries are okay with standing and lying down......" Maca said, spreading her hands, "Ahem...... It's okay......"

"Look!" Hermione pointed at him in annoyance, "Does this look like it's okay?" Look outside the door, everyone is here to visit you, who knows that you are sick and running around! The patient should be honest in the hospital bed! ”

When Maca heard this, she couldn't help but turn her head and look at the door, and found that there was really a large group of people. He nodded apologetically before returning his gaze to Hermione.

"Okay, okay, I get it! Ahem......" he stretched out his hand, "let's go!" I'll go back ......."

Seeing that Hermione was not moved at all, just staring at him with her lips pursed, this made him smile helplessly again.

"Ms. Straw, I have learned a lot from communicating with you, and thank you for accompanying me to talk about this...... Ahem...... Then I'll go back next door with them......" Maca turned and bowed politely to the witch.

"No, I'm ...... I didn't expect Mr. McLean to have such an in-depth study of soul damage, and I was greatly inspired by the points you just mentioned. I believe that even if the Longbottoms do not recover, they will bring a lot of hope of recovery to other patients in the future! ”

The female therapist seemed to be quite gentle, with a special warmth in her conversation, a witch who was as kind and trusting as her mother. In fact, even Maca felt that she was simply a wizard born to be a healer.

After the two said goodbye to each other, Maca followed Hermione, who was full of unhappiness, to the door.

However, as soon as she reached the door, Maca found Neville standing outside, stunned. And the other party's gaze is obviously always on himself.

"Neville?" Maca called out to him.

"Ahh

Neville seemed startled, and he came back to his senses and opened his mouth at Maca, but couldn't say anything.

"Do you care about my conversation with Ms. Straw?" Maca subconsciously looked back, as he had already guessed some of Neville's thoughts.

He had been discussing Neville's parents with Merryum Straw.

There are actually many wizards in the wizarding world who know about the Nalongbottom couple. At the beginning, Neville's parents were both well-known Aurors in the British wizarding world, and in terms of strength, they were not inferior to Kingsley and other elites, and even managed to escape at the hands of Voldemort three times.

Unfortunately, after Voldemort's sudden downfall, they were captured by the fanatical Death Eaters who were going crazy in search of their masters. Two Drill Heart Curses that exceeded the limit tortured them to the point of permanent brain damage.

This time, since Maca was staying in St. Mungo's house, and she was staying in the ward next door to them, she naturally wanted to stop by to see the specific injury.

Looking at Neville, who was somewhat silent, Maca had to shake her head slightly.

He believed that his conversation with Ms. Straw must have made Neville look forward to it. Even if there was only a little bit of hope, he would never want to miss it.

"I'm sorry, but there's not much I can do." "It's not just magic damage, it's ...... It's been too long. ”

"Hmm." Neville hung his head grimacingly, and replied softly.

His parents have been like this since he was sensible. It is conceivable that although one of his closest relatives is still alive, he has never recognized himself. It's a more brutal reality than Harry's loss of both parents.

But no matter how cruel the truth is, it will gradually become dull under the passage of time. Truth be told, he's actually used to it.

He was accustomed to his father's ignorance of him, and his mother's daze all day long. This habit is not to look down on it, but to avoid it based on self-numbness.

It's just that when his father occasionally glances at him, and when his mother occasionally hands him a candy wrapper, the pain and grievance at the tip of his nose make the sorrow suppressed in his heart always burst out, blowing him up all over his body.

Grandma always asked him to throw the candy wrappers his mother handed him into the trash, but he didn't throw them once, but silently stuffed them into his pocket. Although he was not good at words and was sometimes very dull, he also knew that it was not wrong for his grandmother to ask him to do that.

He had heard his grandmother say that his parents were strong and brave Aurors, and it was her pride as a mother that she could sacrifice everything in order to fight evil. As their children, they should also inherit their courage, and not show their weakness for a candy wrapper.

But Neville still put each candy wrapper in his pocket and kept it one by one. It's just because, that was the only "gift" he ever received from his parents as a child.

"Thank you, Maca......" Neville snapped back from the silence and nodded solemnly at Maca, "but it's okay, after all this time, I also know that it probably won't be able to recover." ”

With that, he looked into the ward again, but there was no feeling of wanting to give up in his expression.

"Maca! Neville! Come here! Hermione seemed to notice that the two of them were not following, and suddenly turned and shouted in this direction.

"Ahh It's coming, it's coming! Neville seemed to come back to his senses, only to see his expression return to his usual clumsiness, and he hurriedly ran over there, "Maka, let's go!" They're calling us! ”

Seeing Neville take two steps before remembering himself, he couldn't help but smile. Maca didn't think much about it, and after answering, she followed her to the door next door.

Neville and Snape, no matter how you look at them, you can't compare them together, but just now Maca remembered Snape in Neville's body.

With the same thoughts of his loved ones, Snape could be desperate to change the opportunity to meet each other, but Neville might not make the same choice as Snape.

This kind of similarities and differences between people is probably the direction that Dumbledore is looking for. But even if the path of magic is abandoned, the subtle changes in it are also worth pondering.

"Ahem...... Yo, so many people? ”

As soon as Maca stepped through the door, she found that her hospital room was full, and the room, which had looked quite large, was actually a little crowded.