In fact, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Wizardry is even worse than you imagined.

Ron was really angry when a medieval wizard-like traveling doctor said that Ron had "dead spot hyperderma".

The doctor chased Ron after six portraits in a row, and after six portraits in a row, Ron angrily asked, "What the hell is that?"

"It's a rare skin disease that you can't bear to mention, young master, and it will make you look more abominable than you already are. ”

"Look at who you're talking about!" Ron turned red with anger.

"The only cure is to tie the liver of a toad tightly to your throat and stand in a bucket full of eel eyes at the time of the full moon......"

"I don't have 'dead spot hyperderma' disease at all!"

"But those filthy sores have damaged your appearance, young master......"

"That's just freckles!" Ron was furious, "now get me back to your original portrait, the farther away from me, the better!"

Terrible treatment options, anyway, what Van Lin saw in the eyes of others was all a smile.

Freckles?

Oh, that's a lot, the Weasleys are like that, it's just that by Fred and George's grade it's almost time to fade, but it looks like Ron will have to endure for a few more years.

Spending your own adolescence?

Well, it's really a tempting thing to do.

However, until then, Ron had to be patient.

Surprisingly, when I arrived on the fifth floor, I ran into Neville by chance.

Van Lin immediately remembered that Neville's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, were also at St. Mungo's Hospital, of course, with Gilderoy Lockhart.

But now Professor Lockhart should be in the United States, not in a hospital room at St. Mungo's Hospital.

......

"Your friends, Neville!"

Neville's grandmother said kindly as she approached them.

It was a terrible-looking old witch, dressed in a long green dress, a moth-eaten fox skin, and a pointed hat undoubtedly decorated with a well-fed vulture.

This is in line with Neville's long-standing description, and in Van Lin's view, Neville's grandmother is the quintessential traditional witch, different from the current one, completely wizarding.

"Hello, ma'am. Fan Lin said politely, and several people reacted and agreed.

And Neville wishes there was a hole in the ground right now. A dark purple flush crept up his chubby face, and he didn't look directly at any of them.

"Well, yes," Neville said heavily, meeting his friends at St. Mungo, which was not what Neville wanted to see.

Not surprisingly, Neville's grandmother set her eyes on Harry's body as soon as she came over, which was easy to recognize, the scar on Harry's forehead was very red for the past two days.

Neville's grandmother stared at Harry for a moment, then held out her wrinkled claw-like hand to Harry, "Yes, yes, of course I know who you are. Neville thinks very highly of you. ”

"Well, thank you," Harry said as he shook her hand. Neville focused his eyes on his feet and didn't look at Harry, his face darkening.

"You two are obviously Weasley children," continued Mrs. Longbottom, holding out her hand to Ron and Ginny like great men, "Yes, I know your parents, of course they don't know each other very well, but they are good, good people. Then you must be Hermione Granger and Verin Ayr?"

Hermione and Van Lin looked surprised, Van Lin couldn't figure out how Mrs. Longbottom could know her name, but she shook Mrs. Longbottom's hand as usual.

"Neville mentioned you to me. You've helped him out a few times, haven't you? He's a good boy. Neville's grandmother said, her stern gaze over her bony nose to Neville.

"But I'm afraid I have to say that he didn't inherit his father's talents. With that, she jerked her head in the direction of the two beds at the end of the nursing room, and the vulture on her hat vibrated violently with her movements.

"What?" Ron was taken aback (Harry tried to stomp on Ron, but it's hard not to get noticed when you're wearing jeans instead of a robe).

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

"What's the matter?" said Mrs. Longbottom, in a high-pitched voice, "didn't you tell your friend about your parents, Neville?"

Neville took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling, and shook his head. Van Lin had never felt such regrets for anyone before, but he couldn't think of anything he could do to help Neville out of his predicament.

Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom were now lying in bed, tormented by the spell.

"It's not a shame," said Mrs. Longbottom, annoyed, "you ought to be proud, Neville! You must know that the loss of their health and sound mind is not to make their only son ashamed of them. ”

"I'm not ashamed. Neville muttered, his gaze still wandering around, just unwilling to look at Vanlin and the others.

Ron stood on tiptoe now, looking at the people lying on the two beds.

"Well, you've been given a comical way of displaying it," said Mrs. Longbottom, "that's my son and his wife." She haughtily turned to Harry, Ron, Van Lin, Hermione, and Ginny, "They were tormented to the point of insanity by the man's followers. ”

Hermione and Ginny covered their mouths with their hands. Ron retracted his neck, holding back his gaze on Neville's parents.

"They're all Aurors, you know, and well respected in the wizarding world," Lady Longbottom continued, "and they are very talented. I...... Ah, Alice, dear, what's wrong?"

Neville's mother was already walking slowly in her pajamas. The vibrant and cheerful face that Harry had seen in Moody's old photo of the former Phoenix Order was gone, replaced by an emaciated, emaciated face. Her eyes looked large, and her graying hair looked dry and fragile.

She didn't seem to want to speak, or she didn't have the ability to speak. She reached out and cautiously moved towards Neville, holding something in her hand.

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

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

"Very well, dear. Neville's grandmother pretended to be happy and patted Neville's mother on the shoulder. Neville also said calmly, "Thank you, Mom. ”

His mother hobbled back to the nursing bed and began to mumble to herself. Neville looked around the crowd defiantly, as if afraid they would laugh, but Van Lin felt that nothing could be more funny in his life.

"We're sorry, Longbottom......"

"Okay, let's go. Mrs. Longbottom, putting on her long green gloves, sighed and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you. Neville, throw that candy wrapper in the trash. The candy wrappers she's given you should be enough for you to plaster all over your bedroom. ”

But as they left, Van Lin saw Neville put the gum wrapper in his pocket.

Obviously, this is something precious to Neville, and it's not rubbish......